(this one-shot is dedicated to @rugratsfan101 who sent in this great idea for some family bonding)
Set in Chamber of Secrets
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"Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."
Bright flashes of green flew by Harry's head like he was a ghost just watching as his mother was murdered. She shouted and begged for mercy but the hooded man held no remorse, killing her anyway. Harry tried to stop him, but he was in the audience of this sick play, not able to do anything only watch. Making his way over, the dark lord pointed his wand at the small toddler, no emotion in his eyes, sending the killing curse towards his helpless victim.
Harry woke up in cold sweat. The nightmares that plagued him have been coming more apparent in recent months. Every night, the memory of Lily's death replay's, reminding Harry it's his fault his parents are dead.
Shimmering up the bed, resting his back against the headboard, Harry caught his breath. The nightmares became more vivid each night ever since the events with Professor Quirrell and the Philosopher's stone. He rubbed a bead of sweat of his forehead and reached over to the side table, putting on his glasses.
'it was just a dream. It was just a dream'
Deciding it was best if he didn't go back to sleep, Harry concluded he would go downstairs and get a glass of water, making sure not to wake Ron or any of the other Weasleys on his way.
Lifting up the covers, Harry looked down and noticed the small puddle of ammonia smelling fluid wetting his pyjama bottoms. Harry felt disgusted and embarrassed that at twelve he had managed to wet the bed. A small tear slid down his face, ashamed of himself, slowly getting out of the bed and removing the top cover. He left the sheet and wet bottoms in a pile and carefully put on a clean pair.
Harry crept down the winding staircase to the kitchen with his laundry and went to put them in the washing basket. Dropping the pile in the basket was like doing the walk of shame in his old primary school. There, the other kids would bully Harry and make fun of him for being different.
Coming back out, he was surprised by the voice he heard,
"Couldn't sleep either?"
Mrs Wealsey was sitting in the nearest armchair by the open fire with a copy of 'Gildroy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests' resting in her lap.
Millions of thoughts ran through Harry's head, scared that she'd seen his wet sheets and embarrassed that he'd wet the bed in the first place.
Molly noticed his lack of answer and the delicate tear stains framing his face. Having raised a fair few boys, she knew something wasn't right. Call it mothers intuitive.
Sitting up, she gestured to Harry to sit beside her. Making his way over, Molly also took note of his change in pyjama trousers, coming to her own conclusion.
"So, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Looking into Mrs Weasley's eyes, compassion flooding her irises, Harry couldn't help the tears from surging, all emotions flooding over.
Molly held the poor boy as he wept, whispering words of comfort, running her free hand through his hair in the hope of soothing him.
"That's it. Let it all out." Molly rocked in her chair slightly, until eventually, Harry's crying died down.
Sniffling, Harry wiped his eyes and thanked whoever was looking down on him, for giving him a mother figure he could trust.
"Thank you"
This small gesture took Molly by surprise.
'didn't his Aunt care for him when he was sad?'
Coming back out of thought, Molly gave him another hug, wiping the tears from under his eyes.
"You don't have to thank me, it's my job to look after my boys" she fixed Harry's glasses on his face, taking a moment to rustle his hair, getting a smile back on his face.
"When I was young lass, I did the exact same thing you did"
Harry looked up at her in shock. Adults were the bed too. To confirm his theory, he asked quietly, still ashamed he'd done it himself, " Did you wet the bed too?"
"I did, and I was so embarrassed,"
Harry sat back and listened to Molly's story, feeling a bit better about himself.
Young Molly was sitting in the common room by the fire, busying herself with a book. A group of older girls came in as well, sitting opposite Molly on one of the gold sofas, pointing and snickering.
The ring leader of their group spoke up, " well, if it isn't Molly Prewett, or should I say Molly Peewett." They broke into laughter, making fun of Molly.
"They locked me in an old broom cupboard, I was so scared I wet myself"
Harry felt really bad for Mrs Weasley, " that's terrible"
"It was, " Molly looked at Harry with a smile, " but if I wasn't locked in that cupboard, Arthur never would've found me and I wouldn't be married to such a wonderful man with amazing children."
They were interrupted by the chiming of the clock, letting them know it had just turned half-past twelve.
"Look at the time, you better get off to bed young lad"
Harry looked back at Mrs Weasley as he headed up the stairs, "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me"
Molly gave him a kind smile, before replying, " and yours with me."
Harry went back to bed, no nightmares waking him up. Instead, he dreamt of his family, his new family, feeling like a true Weasley.
