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Molly felt weak. The war between the allies and the elites had come and gone, her family keeping her hidden away in safety. While she knew she couldn't have done much, Molly resented the decision made for her. The redhead should have been there to help her family and friends. Lives were lost and she could have prevented some of them. Or could she? Molly was stuck between feeling a fire that fueled her courage and fierce loyalty, and the young girl that felt helpless; useless. What could she have done, but possibly have lost her life as well?
And she felt weak because of who she had become. The great Molly Weasley allowed a boy to be the last straw that broke her. Bending under the pressure of her father's image and disappointment, Molly finally cracked when Lorcan broke up with her, a boy she thought she would love and cherish forever. She was blind and stupid. He never loved her and now she was downward spiraling into a world the redhead didn't know how to return from. The truth was, part of her enjoyed the parties and the alcohol. Part of her loved the feeling of a man's most intimate touch. Molly deserved much better than she allowed herself, but it seemed she no longer cared because the part of her that was completely horrified by her new and vastly unimproved personality was buried and ignored.
All of these thoughts raced within her mind, pulling her further and further from reality; from her surroundings. It wasn't until she was standing at the edge of the black lake that something pulled her back, a blank stare looking out across the iced over water. Most would stay there or turn back, but the longer she looked out, the stronger the urge became to just... walk. With one foot stepping out, Molly soon started across the frozen water, tears starting to pool into her eyes before trickling over and down her cheeks. There was no feeling inside her; no reason for crying. Nothing. It was completely possible that Molly was subconsciously aware of the danger she was putting herself in, but unwilling to save herself as usual.
A quarter of the way across and the Weasley girl came to a stop, slowly bending down so she could brush away the snow that covered the ice. Her reflection appeared, sad and dark eyes staring back at her as mascara slowly started to run down her wet cheeks. She was a mess and it only hurt her more to see herself like that; to take in the reality. A gruff voice yelling out from behind startled her, her body visibly jumping before she quickly stood straight again. It was like it happened in slow motion, but really, it happened all too fast. A cracking noise echoed beneath her, the ice soon breaking and she fell through with a yelp escaping her lips.
Vadik sat silently aside his housemate as he raised the barely lit cigarette to his lips. Clouds of toxic smoke filtering around his face engulfing him in the moment. Truthfully, he needed a break from being captain for the night. He needed a break from his useless team. The only ones making any sense with the structure being Krum and Potter. Yes, Potter. Certainly he didn’t care for the little shit redhead, but he had dealt with him due to sharing the same house… and a friends.. And team. Hitting that cigarette again, Vadik shook his head. ”Pathetic.” he groaned. How could they consider the fact? Gryffindor wiping them clean from the game? ”You four ban together and call the team. Figure out a game plan for this upcoming game and we’ll go from there.” Vadik took his stand and rested the cigarette between his lips. Dark eyes scanning among the boy he had called his ’friends’. ”I’ll be out.”
There had never been a single practice missed. There had never been a single meeting missed. But since the attacks just recently on the school, Vadik needed to wrap his mind around it. That and he just needed to venture for a breather. Anything to clear the air. With a slight toss in the eyes from his partner Krum, Vad shrugged his shoulders and continued out that door. Tossing his gear to the ground. A break was simply necessary. Sure he couldn’t enjoy a drink on his little venture, but a cigarette or two would cut the deal perfectly. Running those long fingers through the mussy hair he inhaled deeply. The exit to the stands greeting him as he had traced his steps in the snow. The freshly covering that they had received throughout the day. This was the time of the year that he had truly enjoyed. It was a time where he could enjoy nature and it’s surroundings whenever he would have strayed from the family home for a break.
All the memories flooding him with he and Veda. Scrambling to get to their feet as they gathered whatever winter clothes they could find. Whether it have been socks to wrap around their hands during desperate times. Old flannel shirts to wrap comfortably around their necks- anything to get them outside and away from the chaos in the house. Inhaling deeply once more, Vadik continued on his venture across the grounds. The lake sounding better and better with each giving step. Anything to get away from the pitch, anything to get away from that school. Some simple he time. Resting his hands in his pockets, Vadik allowed himself back down memory lane. Memories that had only come throughout various times of the years. Memories that had surrounded himself around Veda again. And the times they had scurried- hiding beneath the front porch steps in the frigid temps. Clinging to a partially frozen blanket as they had wrapped themselves in just about anything they could find. Veda crying, clinging to him.
They were only eight- they didn’t deserve what they had received. After hours of sitting beneath that porch, breaking the sunset, Vadik would pull Veda behind him bringing their cold frozen bodies back into that home where they would tuck themselves away in the closet for the night. Even though Vadik had been faced with many tasks against his sister thanks to his father, he never stopped loving her. And even if it hadn’t seemed like it bothered him whilst laying a hand on her.. It did. Veda was the only thing he had in that home and his father was trying to pull that from him. Getting to the last of his cigarette, Vadik shook his head clear of those memories. When would they end? When would they go away? Never.
Puffing on that stick a couple more times, Vadik stalled. His eyes pulling into focus as he had noticed a small redhead perched a ways out on that cold partially frozen lake. Clearing his throat, Vadik squinted his eyes to get a better view watching as she brushed the snow away. ”Molly?” He questioned furrowing his brows. What in the hell was she doing?! ”WEASLEY!” He roared in an attempt to get her attention. But the moment she even attempted to take her stand and turn, she was gone. The ice breaking beneath her allowing the lake to swallow her whole. ”MOLLY!” Throwing his cigarette to the side, Vadik hurried down what was left of the hill. Snow mounds exploding past him as he paid no attention to where he had been running on that lake.
His focus on her.
Stopping a foot or so where she had gone through, Vadik started to clear the ice. His heart racing in sheer panic. What was this bullshit feeling?! If it had been any other person he would have possibly just alerted the Professors. But they weren’t taking her, those mermaids, the current, the ice, whatever! It wasn’t taking her! ”MOLLY!” He roared again, trying to clear it enough to see through the merk that had laid beneath the thin few inches of ice. Finally after a moment or so of searching Vadik finally caught a glimpse of red hair clustering together. But it wasn’t much. Taking a stand he raised his leg- his boot only inches from her head as he put his foot and all of his weight through that ice.
A loud splash followed by a wave of water coming up and over the ice. Not hesitating, Vadik reached deep down within- reeling her up by what hair her could get ahold of. It was then that he was able to get a firm hold on her, pulling Molly Weasley from the depths of that ice cold water. ]”Weasley!” He panicked, watching the discoloration take over. She wasn’t going to die. Quickly removing his coat and sweater, Vadik wrapped her within as he picked her up to carry her safely across that ice. He had to get her somewhere. Anywhere. Looking at his surroundings, Vadik spotted the boathouse. It would do.
Treading carefully across that ice he followed up the boathouse steps with Molly in his arms. Closing the door behind him he closed the two of them in as he fixed up a charm to heat up the room properly. He needed to keep her here for now, at least until she was awake and warm. Carrying her across the open winds and snowy cold grounds was a risk he wouldn’t take. Keeping her wrapped up beneath his clothing, Vadik pulled her into him for some extra body heat. Anything to keep her warm. ”C’mon Weasley. You’re stronger than this…”
Molly was almost certain she was going to die, a part of her wondering if it would mean anything to anyone. If it even mattered. As she kept fighting and holding on to any bit of oxygen inside of her she could, words slipped through her thoughts. Pieces that only made her want to give up and let the water take her for good. Of course it would be words that only caused her pain rising in the moment she needed encouragement above anything else.
I think we should end this Molls.
The break up with Lorcan. The only good thing in her life for quite some time. The one person that kept her fighting against her father's pressure. The one person she thought understood her and would be with her forever. It all crumbled beneath her feet and sucked her into a darkness much like the current she was fighting against. Even worse, he moved on so quickly like she had meant nothing to him. Like she hadn't given him her everything.
What is wrong with you? Are you trying to disappoint me?
Words written by her own father, just before everything fell apart during the Christmas holidays. He had always been so hard on her and Lucy, seemingly only reaching out when marks had been released or when it was convenient for him. All Molly ever wanted to be was perfect. All she wanted to be was enough for him, but it was clear now that such a dream was impossible. Would her parents care if she died or would they only care that she made the mistake of crossing that ice in the first place? Stupid girl, she could hear him say now.
Molly... Lucy is still in the Hall.
She couldn't even save her sister. Her vanity and need to draw in a distraction for herself kept her from the party as usual. But this time, it meant she wasn't there for her sister. She wasn't there to save her. For the longest time as a child, that's all Molly did; make Lucy a priority. Her sister was everything to her and losing her would have been the most painful thing she could ever feel.
With each passing word, flashes of the moments passed before her. Her body was giving up, a darkness filling her eyes as her now heavy lids started to close. It's okay to let go now, right? No one was coming for her.
But she was wrong.
Right before she slipped into the nothingness that she was sure was death, Molly felt something pulling her up until the chilly air hit her exposed and wet skin like a ton of bricks. A loud gasp escaped her as she could feel the oxygen flood her lungs, water pouring out of her lips. There was a slight warmth that encompassed her, a jacket being wrapped around her frame as her eyes tried to focus on the person that had pulled her from the dark waters. Vadik?
Molly felt her body rise from the cold ice, her body pressing against his out of instinct for more warmth as he carried her from danger. It took everything in her to hold on, her body still feeling weak enough to pull her away from reality. But now there was hope to keep going. She needed to fight again. For Lucy if anyone else. They might not have the connection they once had, but Lucy was still her sister and the closest person she had in this mess of a life Molly possessed. All she had to do now was keep fighting. Molly was not going to die today.
The redhead felt her eyes close as her face buried in Vadik's chest, but she was still awake, still holding on as best she could. It wasn't long before she heard the creaking of an old door, a charm being uttered from Greyback. The heat starting to rise around her after they were closed off from all wind and ice started to warm her body; the charm taking hold of the small boathouse. Every shift he made, she could feel and she allowed him to pull her even closer to him. Would she have even been able to fight him if she wanted to?
”C’mon Weasley. You’re stronger than this…”
His words were a complete contrast to the ones that filled her head only moments before. He spoke of strength and it only made her break, tears slipping from her eyes as she opened them again to look up at him. Perhaps she should thank him. After all, he had just saved her life. A Greyback saving a Weasley. The school would eat that one up. Didn't he know this would hurt his reputation? Badass Greyback saving little Molly Weasley. Still, he was there when she needed him the most. When she thought she was gone forever. Molly shouldn't have ever doubted him, even if his reputation wasn't the cleanest. "Would you look at that..." She mustered, a small smirk pulling at her lips. "Vadik Greyback has a heart."
The small childs words were muttered beneath gritted teeth as he had held his younger sister close to him. Close enough that he could feel her very own heart beating rapidly out of control. Young Veda was horrified with what could happen next. What would their father do if they had caught them hiding in the old broom closet clinging to one another? What would he do knowing his only son was becoming weak thanks to these overwhelming feelings? But what was he to do? Stand around like a brainless monkey and allow his sister to watch all of the abuse unfold? That wasn’t Vadik. At least… that wasn’t him then. Tears wept from the small child’s eyes as he was quick to wipe them away. Quick to try and wipe away her pain as well. Or, at least try too. Anything to get that smile back on that little girls face.
But the smiles were ever quick to fade even before they could begin. Heavy, angered footsteps stomped throughout the hallway stopping just before the broom closet. With every bit of might Vadik clung to Veda as the door opened with such force. There on the other side stood a much angered Fenrir with eyes blackened in the night. His hands trembling with so much rage. And what was the reason being this time around? Did their mother forget to stitch up his clothing? Forget to make a certain meal for him? Or was it the fact that she wasn’t willing to leave her children to bend over for him whenever he wanted her too? Was it the fact that she hadn’t wished for her children to know of such actions between a mother and father? . Certainly he was drunk. But drunkenness didn’t cover this one. There was no excuse for such behavior.
The massive hand reached in to grab Veda by the hair, pulling her from that closet. Tears streaming down the little girl’s cheeks as she had held her hands out for her brother. ’Vadik!’ He could hear her scream. Though before he could reach her or even try to get to her, Fenrir had the door charmed locking him inside. Kicking and screaming for Fenrir to release him. To let him go. But all Vadik could hear through that piss poor wooden door was her screams and the lashes she had received. But for what? Because she was a girl? Because she wasn’t a son like he had been? Ever since that very moment Vadik had been molded into the person he was now. Trying to harden himself to avoid moments like those. Moments of weakness.
Could this be one?
Vadik was in complete silence as he had held Molly to his chest. So many memories just flooding through his mind. Moments replaying in his head of her going through that ice. His heart hitting the pit of his stomach- and for what reason? What did she mean to him honestly? She was just another Weasley. One of those do gooders that had gotten away with just about anything. Daddy’s bright and shining start. They were all perfect little shits and he couldn’t stand that. But to watch Moly go down lit a fire beneath his ass. She couldn’t die. Vadik wouldn’t allow it. It was then that those weakened eyes peeled open revealing those pearls beneath.
She was okay.
”Fuck, Weasley.” He breathed. His heart racing from within as he caught his breath. ”Thank Merlin your ass is okay!” He huffed, still holding her in his arms to keep her warm. ”And, sure, we’ll go with that.” Vadiks hot sarcastically. He hadn’t had much of a heart in years. Years! And here he was running across the ice for her? ”What in the hell were you doing out there to begin with? Were you just asking for a death wish or something? Because sooner or later you would have become mermaid food.” Vadik inhaled, looking down to the redhead that occupied his lap. He was just thankful she was okay and alive.
There was something about Vadik as she continued to look up at him. Something in his eyes that pulled her in. Something in the way he was looking at her that only made her want to stay there and forget about the world that continued on without them. Molly almost cursed herself for having such feelings or thoughts, but she didn't have the strength to fight her inner demons anymore. Not right now at least. There was concern in his voice that she had never heard slip from him even once before. Why did he care so much about whether she died or not? Why did he even attempt to save her? They weren't friends. They weren't even acquaintances. Their families hated each other. There was something off, but perhaps she was putting too much thought into it.
But very quickly everything she was felling faded away and was replaced by anger and annoyance. His questioning snapped her back, a fire brewing in her chest as anger started to rise. It wasn't his fault she tried to tell herself. He was just concerned, but all she could picture and hear in her head was her father lecturing her and thinking she was just a stupid little girl. "You don't have any right to ask me those questions. You're not my father." She retorted, pushing away from Vadik. Molly tried to get back on her feet and off his lap, but only toppled to the floor from the weakness that still consumed her body. Before he could move, she rose a hand in his direction, eyes glaring at him. "Do not touch me. I can handle myself." Said the girl who just needed him to save her. Very carefully, Molly worked to pull herself up from the floor. It's not his fault. It was like a mantra taking over her thoughts, but nothing helped. The annoyance was already there and with everything she was feeling toward her father, any resemblance caused her to recoil.
Pushing his jacket and sweater from around her, Molly looked at him with disdain as they fell to the floor. As of that moment she didn't want anything from him. Even if she could feel the cold sinking in again, fighting against the warmth of the charm, Molly was resisting. He was not going to hold this over her head. That was Vadik right? Surely later on he would want something and use the fact that he saved her as a way to get what he wanted. Well, he could use the act of helping her all he wanted, but she was not going to fall for the part he was playing anymore. Vadik Greyback did not save people. He hurt people. He caused pain and anger; everything Molly wanted to avoid. "Why did you save me anyway? Huh? So that you can hold it over my head later? That's usually the game you play I'm sure." Molly was assuming and projecting. None of this was his fault and deep down she knew that, but it was no use when she was already comparing the wolf to her father; the father that only showed disappointment in her.