Molly Weasley | A HP FanFic

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"DETENTION! The both of you!" Mc Gonagall yelled. I went bright red and tried to hide beneath my hair but I just blended in. "Now sit down!" I jumped and turned to sit on my seat, covered in a slimy green substance that could have been jelly or something a lot viler. But, I didn't sit down and decided to speak. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm so bloody stupid.

"I - I'm really sorry, Urm, professor. Sorry! I really, Urm, really didn't mean to, Urm," I gestured to the hall littered with food from top to bottom, in every nook and cranny. I squealed. "Sorry!" My voice came out as high as a mouse, and everyone laughed. Ugh.

Everyone went back to their food, or what remained of it, and began chatting about what just happened. I leaned on my arm, my elbow occasionally sliding in gravy.

"Oh my Phoenix! Molls! I do not believe you did that, you! You, Molly Weasley! The shyest, most quiet, timid girl in school starting a food fight! Amazing! Simply amazing!" Lily Evans sat opposite me, both hands under her chin, with a grin so wide she could have been the Cheshire Cat.

"I'm sorry ladies," At that moment I could have just slapped him, honestly, right there and then and right across his smug little face. "But, I think you're wrong. I believe I started that extraordinary, spectacular show. Don't you Peter?" Stood in front of me, was the infamous James Potter.

Peter, the rat one, looked up from nibbling his crooked, yellow nails. "Oh yes, I do believe that." I almost thought he was going to add 'sir' to the end of his sentence. How could James Potter have so many minions?

"Well then, Potter, if you believe you started this whole fiasco then why don't you go and tell Mc Gonagall and this whole situation can be sorted!" I said, making it a statement not a question. I eyed Lupin, as if telling him he should know better being a prefect and all. He simply shrugged.

"Oh, really Mo? You think I would sit through a two hour detention without you?" Sirius was getting annoyed; I could see it in his face. Wait, did Potter just call me Mo? Oh gosh, this was going too far. I sighed and rested my head on the table, which was covered in mash. I sat up at glared at Potter, as if it was his doing. My hair was now filled with a double helping of mashed potato, my eyes began to sting from the onion seasoning.

"I always liked blondes. See you in detention, Weasley."

***Flash Back***

I dragged my feet along the freshly polished wood of the Great Hall. My head was aching from a double lesson of History of Magic. My head was pounding from thoughts of what happened earlier. I could have told on them, and I wouldn't have cared, yet I did the right thing and didn't. I didn't tell on them, and then they just leave me to clean it all up. Bloody b***tards.

I trudge to Lily, sitting who was on the Gryffindor table reading a textbook. Her ginger hair, a few shades lighter than mine, a fire in the sea of brown and blonde. People say it's slightly awkward that the only two ginger girls in the whole school seem to be in the same year, house and best friends. But everyone knows Lily's name, they just call me ginger number two. It hurt at first but it's okay now, it's okay...

Straight ahead, on the end of the table, sat James Potter and his gang. They sat at the top as if they were kings, not of just this table but the whole school. Something inside me snapped and I dropped my books in front of Lily, causing her to look up and call out to me before a look of shock appeared on her face. Either it was my imagination or the room had gone silent, even the teachers leaning in the listen. I stormed towards them, they were completely oblivious to the silence and the charging gazelle, if I may say so myself, advancing towards them.

"You!" I pointed to him; he looked up a look of shock more than anger, "Disgust me! Firstly I give you my special ink pot, I don't know why really. Maybe because I was trying to get you to notice me, be my friend. I don't know, but I save your lousy arses and you just leave! LEAVE! Is that how you treat people, Potter. Just because you're well known, doesn't mean you can bend the rules or ignore people. I was late! Late to Mc Gonagall's lesson and she hates me for Hogwarts sake. Do you want to know why I was late? BECAUSE I WAS CLEANING YOUR MESS!" I was panting, out of breath. It was so quiet I could have heard a speck of dust fall let alone a pin drop. Suddenly I shrivelled into a ball and lay on the floor crying and shaking. I'm joking, I didn't do that. But I almost did. Almost. I looked at Potter, and opened my mouth to say - he was eating! He was sitting there, finishing his roast dinner.

Anger bubbled up inside of me, sensing this Peter, Sirius and Remus moved back. To my right sat a lovely assortment of pastries, jellies and all types of sweet delights. Bingo! I grabbed a cream pie, lined with three layers of the special Hogwarts cream. Before he could move out the way I slammed it into his face, cream flying everywhere. There was no doubting it, he still made the cream work but he did look hilarious. His hair, as white as snow, and his face paler than it already was. The whole room erupted into laughter, even Dumbledore. He wiped the cream from his eyes and flicked it onto Peter who squealed.

"Oh no, Weasley. You shouldn't have done that!" He was standing up, I realised I had gone too far and was backing away. "Where d'ya think you're going Weasley? Rabbits in town, and they're in the mood for some carrot." I took me a while to register the joke; he was talking about my hair. I was about to object when a large pumpkin filled with pumpkin juice was tipped over me. I gasped, from surprise, and inhaled the awful smell. I felt the empty pumpkin sit on my head like a too-big hat.  My 'helmet' was scary. I could see darkness, engulfing me and I couldn't breathe. I was struggling for breath, even though I knew I was making it up in my head. My eyes were fogging up but I felt a burst of courage.

"Where'd she go?" Sirius said, and the whole room burst into laughter. Another joke about my hair.

I ripped off the pumpkin and grabbed the nearest thing to me; a chicken leg. I stuffed it into Sirius' mouth and he stopped laughing. I grabbed a gravy boat next to a second-year and poured it over Black; he stood in a puddle of great-smelling sauce. I walked away, towards Lily, grinning. I just sassed them! My eyes lit up, I felt pretty damn proud of myself. All at once I felt the tension in the room rise, as if everyone was keeping a secret. No one was looking at me; they were looking behind me -

"Molly! Watch out!" Lily called, but I was too late, my hair was covered in bright, yellow mashed potato.

"FOOD FIGHT!" Someone yelled and suddenly pies were flying by me like spaceships. Jelly slid against the floor, turning it into a large ice rink and I fell in the remnants of the gravy I poured over Sirius. I crawled under the Gryffindor table and bumped my heads with someone. Ginger hair, hmm. Lily looked up and screamed. Her face covered in lemon meringue. I found myself laughing, from beneath the benches I could see everyone covered in food. People drenched in chocolate or covered in breadcrumbs.

"Come on! We have to go!" whispered Lily, even though no one could hear us even if we very yelling. We crawled, one behind the other, under the table. Everything was in slow motion; I could see the laughter on people's faces and hear the squeals and shouts of happiness. In the corner of my eye I could see the teachers, all covered in some type of red sauce. Oh crap, I thought.

"Ow!" I had bumped into something really bony, probably a table leg.

"My bum! Oh my word, Molls!" I had bumped into her bum, uhh. I felt someone nudge my back; I turned around slowly expecting the worse. Suspicions confirmed, it was Potter.

"You need to work out, seriously. Your behind is well behind." I scoffed and gestured Lily to move on, but she had crawled up and out of the table.

Cough, cough. It was Mc Gonagall.

And that's how I got my first detention.