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mkrobinsonTitle: Clock
Fandom: Harry Potter
Universe: Post DH
Rating: K
Warning: None
Word Count: 115
Fred's hand on the clock was resting at home, even though he hadn't been at the Burrow for years. It still made Molly's heart ache to see it.
Home meant something different now for Fred, and she loathed that. She loathed that Fred's home was with Gideon and Fabian and not on earth with his family. Frankly, she wished she had died instead of him. And Molly knew that was a selfish thought.
The clock was an all too painful reminder of what she had lost. All she had lost.
All the times she had complained about their joke business -- she'd at least thought that they would be safe.
That they would come home.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Universe: Post DH
Rating: K
Warning: None
Word Count: 115
Fred's hand on the clock was resting at home, even though he hadn't been at the Burrow for years. It still made Molly's heart ache to see it.
Home meant something different now for Fred, and she loathed that. She loathed that Fred's home was with Gideon and Fabian and not on earth with his family. Frankly, she wished she had died instead of him. And Molly knew that was a selfish thought.
The clock was an all too painful reminder of what she had lost. All she had lost.
All the times she had complained about their joke business -- she'd at least thought that they would be safe.
That they would come home.
