It was a cold, quiet night, and Arthur had not yet returned from the Ministry. Tired after a busy day, Molly had gone to bed, knowing that it will be another two hours before Arthur comes home. She had barely slept yet when she heard someone enter the room. Opening her eyes, she saw George, who kneeled down beside her bed and took her hands in his. ‘George? Is something wrong?’ Molly said, confused and amused at the same time at her son’s rare show of affection. George did not reply. Instead, he bent his head and kissed Molly’s hands, turning them upside down and kissing each palm twice. When he looked up again, she saw he was crying. ‘Oh Georgie. No. Oh no. What is it, sweetie? Tell me.’ On receiving no reply from her son, who kept his face hidden in her hands, she tried getting up so that she could cuddle him. George, however, held out his hand so as to stop her, and looked up. Smiling through the silent tears, he said, ‘Honestly, woman. You call yourself our mother?’ It was then that Molly noticed the ear that was not missing. ~Severus94
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 10:03:48 +0000
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