A Mothers Thoughts
Molly sat on a bench at the train station waiting for her daughter to get off
the Hogwarts Express for the last time. Ginny was coming home from her seventh
and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Molly felt very
proud, as she thought of everything her daughter had done in the past seven
years. Ginny had done so much in the fight against Voldemort, especially in
her final years at Hogwarts. Many of the charms that Ginny had done to protect
those that she loved had been very risky, if not life threatening, yet Ginny
had put herself on the line to help those in need, despite the risks to herself.
She was always one to do whatever she could to help people, always willing to
do what was needed with a look that simply said she was going to help no matter
The thought made Molly smile. Her baby girl was all grown up. Then she reminded
herself that Ginny wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a beautiful young woman
with a fire in her heart that made her so special. Molly would no longer be
needed to pack her school things at the beginning of the year, or get her breakfast,
or kiss her goodnight. She was an adult and she was in love with a wonderful
man, who just so happened to be sitting no more than five feet away from Molly.
It was so amazing, and so wonderful that Harry Potter, the same boy who used
to make her little girl knock things over and hide herself away, was now telling
her that he was the luckiest man alive because he was the object of her daughter's
affections. Molly was sincerely happy that Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny had
not grown apart. Ron and Hermione were currently planning their wedding, and
she was almost positive that Harry would ask Ginny to marry him soon. Imagine,
her two youngest children being first to get married. Though thrilled for them
all, she felt somewhat depressed. Of course she loved Harry and Hermione, and
she wanted to see them happy, but still, it was as if felt like they were replacing
her in her children’s hearts. She wasn’t ready to be replaced.
Apparently Hermione had noticed that something was wrong.
“What’s the matter, Mrs. Weasley?”
“Oh, nothing, dear. I'm fine," she sighed. “Although I do wish you’d call
me Molly. We’re practically family, after all.”
“All right, Molly.”
Just then they heard the telltale whistle of a train and saw the scarlet steam
engine approach. As it stopped, Molly saw her daughter walk past the windows,
smiling. When Ginny got off the train, she stopped the trolley that held her
luggage, and ran over to Molly.
“Oh, mum! I missed you so much!” Ginny exclaimed.
“Well, it’s good to have you back. I’ve really missed you, but um, there’s
a rather handsome green-eyed fellow waiting for you.”
Ginny’s eyes lit up as she smiled again. She ran towards Harry and leapt into
“Oh, Harry! I’m so glad you came.”
“Well, I am staying with you until I find my own place.”
Mrs. Weasley saw him wink at Ron. She knew that he had already planned to build
a house where his parents' old house had been in Godric’s Hollow, but he was
staying at The Burrow until it was finished and Ginny had agreed to live there
“Well, it’s good to see you again,” Ginny said as she kissed him, passionately.
“Can we please keep the public snogging to a minimum?” Ron teased? “After
all, I haven't had my kiss yet.”
“It’s good to see you too, Ron," said Ginny, as she kissed him on the chin,
since she could hardly reach his cheek. “I got your letter about you and Hermione’s
“Thanks. Now can we go? Dad’s making dinner.”
Molly watched Hermione roll her eyes at Ron. He was always thinking with his
“In a minute, I wanted to say goodbye to a few friends first,” said Ginny.
And, after many hugs, and a few tears, they walked through the barrier, and
out of platform 9 and ¾ for the last time.