Clockwork by Xylodemon
Summary: “If she asked, Dumbledore would tell her that was what they were fighting for; a normal life. If Dumbledore asked her, she’d say she thought it was incredibly unfair that Harry was expected to fight for something he’d never had himself.” Molly reflects on her husband, her children, and the war. Oneshot, 1,913 Words.
Why You Should Care: This fic is a fitting tribute to Molly Weasley, the mother of many. As she waits for Arthur to come home, her thoughts are drawn to the current climate of war in the wizarding world, and how her family’s role in it has become so much more precarious than it was in the last one, and why. In examining the vulnerability of her children — each of which is on the front lines in some way or another — and her surrogate, Molly can be, perhaps, forgiven for the sins of a mother trying to do only what instinct has trained her to do. She is already in the middle of facing the emptying of her nest in another, more natural way as each of her children has grown up or is growing up and shifting away from her, and coupled with the climate of war she reflexively wants to do the same as any mother would — draw them all back to her again.
Why You Might Not Care: This is pure introspect, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It isn’t angst, though it would have been a fairly easy topic to push that way, but I feel these more thoughtful, quiet moments do Molly better than angst would have anyway. The feeling of repetition — like Molly’s nightly vigil — is more accented with the muted tone, as if she has thought these thoughts every night since the war started, and they are as much a part of this routine as the cup of tea and the afghan.
Coffee and Chocolate 