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Characters: Arthur, Molly, OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): General, Humor, Romance
Pairings: Arthur/Molly, OC/OC
First Published: 2009.04.07
Last Published Chapter: 2010.04.19
Last Updated: 2010.09.11
Favorite Story Of: 135 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature|
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Molly Prewett is now in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and throws herself into her final school year before real life begins. The war outside is brewing, but inside the walls of Hogwarts, there's still one last year of childhood peace, of Quidditch, N.E.W.T.s, friends and love.
Sequel to "The Unsinkable Molly Prewett'
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|1||Here We Go Again
Ever since Molly's first year, when she herself was Sorted, the Sorting had seemed to take an inordinate amount of time, delaying the welcoming feast just when she was starved after a long day on the train. This year, however, since she was aware of it being the last Sorting she would see, it seemed to go very quickly.
|2||If You Know
“We've had years of experience lying to Molly, and hiding stuff from her,” Fabian said cheerfully. “You'll get used to it eventually, mate.”
|3||Only A Moment
“I got the feeling Acacia really enjoyed giving me a detention,” Petula said. “Honestly, I think she's got it in for me.”
|4||Reach Out in the Darkness
She went on in this vein for some time while Arthur stared at her, perplexed, and other students shot furtive glances at them. He did not understand how they had gone from a compliment about her knitting to being shouted at about not loving her properly.
|5||Blue Is My World
Myrtle's eyes were welling up already. “Everyone's always mean to me, just because I'm dead!” she cried, and disappeared back through the cubicle wall. Molly could hear the ghost's sobs coming from the other end of the bathroom, and her annoyance with Myrtle helped her brush off her own tears. She took a deep, ragged breath, wiping the tears furiously from her cheeks.
|6||Reach the Sky
He saw Atalanta in what appeared to be a free-fall, heading down in an almost vertical line, and he had to brake hard so as not to hit her. There was a flash of gold near the grass of the pitch. The Slytherin Seeker was shooting down at an angle, heading for the same spot as Atalanta, and Arthur's exhausted body screamed for Atalanta to reach it first.
|7||A Lifetime Looking
Arthur had an ugly look on his face, as if he might follow his brother and thrash him within an inch of his life. Molly had never seen him look quite so angry.
|8||Deep in the Valley
“I'm not agreeing with her, we just happen to feel the same way about tattoos, I suppose.” He glanced over his shoulder, feeling rather as if Molly might turn up at any moment if he expressed an interest in something she disapproved of, then said, “So how do Muggle tattoos work?”
|9||Clouds Passing Overhead
Hattie said with disapproval, “You're awful, you've no romance in your soul.”
|10||A Thing About You
“Am I not speaking English here?” Reid demanded, glaring at his girlfriend. “Stop telling him everything! It's supposed to be a secret.”
|11||Heart on the Shelf
Molly ran forward without thinking, deflecting the spell Gideon had sent immediately after the first one, too late to stop after he'd seen what the first had done. Her brother was knocked off his feet by the force of her spell.
|12||Lights Shining Through
“I know better than to hex a third-year,” he told her, feeling rather irritable at her choice of words. If anyone had done the provoking, it had been Malfoy. “I'm very sensible, you know.”
Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him... She kept up the chant in her head, trying not to hear the words he was saying, but the horrible drawl seemed to be burrowing into her brain, stinging her conscience like little wasps. Just ignore him, he's only a third-year...
|14||Written on the Wind
She was screaming and batting the teachers away, and the expression on her face was one Arthur had never seen before on anyone. It was far beyond a broken heart. It was as if someone had just destroyed her very soul.
|15||Too Much To Dream
She looked up at him, and he gave her a bright smile. He was so confident, so happy to be out of school. He had a purpose. She wondered what hers would be.
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