The marauders and their peers have reached their final year at Hogwarts. After this, they'll have to face the real world, and with a war going on in wizarding Britain, they'll be forced to take sides, sometimes against each other. But they still have this one year, and they're determined to make the most mischief they can out of it.

We Were Here First is a new intermediate-advanced Hogwarts rp set in the Marauder era. We have no word count and accept both canons and originals.





February, 1978

Everyone is returning back to Hogwarts following the new year… or least mostly everyone. There are only whispers but some seats that had been full before break now sit empty and gossip runs amuck about the fate of these students; a new school or something much more deadly? Considering the rising tensions outside of the walls of the school, either scenario is just as likely.













ARTHUR WILLIAM WEASLEY &
MOLLY CHARLENE WEASLEY


THE MIRROR BLUE NIGHT &&
DON'T MAKE ME SMILE



 


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MOLLY CHARLENE WEASLEY
Posted: Jan 16 2012, 05:04 PM


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Molly sat in the waiting room at St Mungo’s flipping through a Witches Weekly magazine while she waited for Arthur to arrive from the office and she took the time to relish the relative quiet of her surroundings. Bill and Charlie were with her mother for the afternoon since she had a scheduled appointment to make sure everything was on track with the pregnancy and the baby. It was nice not to have to constantly be on high alert, trying to figure out where the boys were and what trouble they were potentially going to be getting into and making certain they stayed corralled near her. And now that Charlie had steamrolled past walking straight to running on short, chubby little legs and she was sporting a significant enough belly that her walking had turned to waddling it was especially difficult to keep up with him and his little misadventures in trying to escape from Mum and give her a heart attack. Being able to relax was nice but a large part of her missed them despite not having been separated from them for very long, an hour at most by now, and leaving them behind with her mother had broken her heart just a little. They weren’t used to being separated from her and she wasn’t used to being separated from them. It had been a trying morning.She glanced up a the clock on the opposite wall, one that actually showed the time instead of the relative locations of her family members via spoons, and chewed on her bottom lip. It was getting close to the time they would end up calling her back to the exam rooms and he still wasn’t there yet. Having Arthur at the appointment was not strictly necessary but she knew that he would be disappointed to miss it as he’d been there for the same scans when she’d been pregnant with Bill and Charlie, the one where they got a glimpse at the little person they’d be bringing into their lives in a couple of months. Molly would hate to see him disappointed about it but then again she also knew they he couldn’t always control the outcome or the duration of a raid and that popping over to the doctor’s offices for a quick break was not always an option. Having tried to plan lunch dates early on in their marriage, before there were children to try to account for, had taught her that his lunch breaks were not always a consistent, schedulable thing.Since it wasn’t exactly holding her attention anyway, Molly tossed the magazine onto the side table where she’d picked it up from and tried to relax. The baby was doing somersaults and his or her limbs would graze the insides of her belly or push up against a vital organ and she couldn’t even predict where the next jab or tickle was going to come from. “Missus Weasley?” Molly looked up to see the receptionist looking at her expectantly and she glanced at the door quickly just in case she happened to miss Arthur coming in. When she didn’t see him she pushed a smile on her face and called out “Coming!” before she sighed and pushed herself up out of the chair. It was already starting to become a struggle and she was not looking forward to the upcoming months when her weight gain really gathered steam.
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ARTHUR WILLIAM WEASLEY
Posted: Jan 17 2012, 10:37 PM


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Working at the Ministry Of Magic was trying at the best of times, Arthur thought, but this was getting entirely too ridiculous for words. The office was buzzing with life, activity, and worst of all, noise. It seemed like every tim the lift at the end of the office opened, an entire fleet of paper planes hurtled out, whizzing about heads, dive bombing onto desks, and nearly ruining the sight of quite a few witches and wizards by cutting angles and turns slightly too fine. People came and went with just the same speed, proximity, and relative danger to human life, without much regard for anyone within six feet of them. Arthur had been jolted and knocked about four or five times in the past ten minutes. He wasn't too bothered, he just wanted to know how people kept managing to bump into him when he was sat behind a desk, scrawling out paperwork. Really, if he'd been walking, he probably would have knocked down twice as many people, as his mind wasn't entirely on his work. Whilst one eye was focussing on the assembled bits of paper in front of him, a report on a raid they'd conducted that morning on a woman who'd charmed an entire living room full of furniture into upping about and talking and singing, causing quite a disturbance at four in the morning, his other eye was constantly trained on the clock that lay just above his head and out of view. Ten minutes, then five. Drawing closer to the time where he could get up and shoot off towards Saint Mungos. With all respect to his work, which he loved, today there was a much more important item on the agenda than dining chairs doing chorus lines. Today, him and Molly were due at Saint Mungos for a routine check on the health of the latest new addition to their family, an event he couldn't be more excited about. It was always, if you'd pardon the cliche, a magical moment for him, seeing that image of the new life that they had created together, and somehow he felt like this one, in amidst the horror that seemed to be wrapping itself around the wizarding world and their lives, was a greater achievement, something to be celebrated, than those that had come before. He felt proud of himself, firstly, for overcoming the fear he had initially felt, and proud of the both of them for overcoming the troubles and pressures that outside influences had tried to place on their marriage. Really, in retrospect, the whole idea seemed rather silly, them, having problems, when he couldn't think of a more perfect person, someone he'd rather have children with, than Molly Prewett. Well, Weasley.

But overcoming marital troubles and Lord Voldemort were nothing in comparison to the achievement he was going to have to pull off next - getting out of the office. He had planned on Apparating there, and it wasn't really the done thing to go straight from your desk to wherever you needed to go - people tended to like it more if you waited till you got to the foyer before shooting off - it made Splinching a lot easier to deal with, given that the entrance foyer was all black marble tiles. It was a lot easier to wash blood off of those than carpet, which a lot of the offices had. True, Splinching didn't happen often, but when it did, due to executive stress, apparently, it was a whole lot messier than usual. So Arthur, when his break came (three minutes now) would have to make a daring assault towards the elevator and down towards the foyer without being accosted by any of his colleagues or superiors, intent on making him do something or work through his break. The Ministry was in uproar, what with the sudden increase on raids by Death Eaters, and it seemed like there was always something that needed doing, something to drag Arthur out of bed and away from his wife and children in the dead of night. Well, not today, he had told himself that morning. He hadn't missed the last two appointments, and there was no way he was breaking a winning streak, not for his boss, not for the Minister, hell, not even if Dumbledore himself asked. He was getting to that hospital, one way or the other.

He'd found now that both his eyes had trailed upwards towards the clock, and as soon as that singular minute had passed, an imaginary alarm went off in his head, and he was up. Swinging about and pulling his jacket from the back of his chair, he pulled it on as quickly as he could, before yanking a pre-written note from his trouser pocket and leaving it on the top of his desk. It simply wrote, in the tidiest hand he could muster, "Out To Lunch." And then he was off, at a pace that was just about as close to sprinting as he could manage whilst actually only walking very quickly. He did the traditional office thing of carrying a load of papers in his hand and looking at them intently, just on the offchance people would believe that he was actually on his way to do some work of great importance. Well, he was - but here the value of importance was relative. It seemed to be working as well, as, despite being jostled by no less than nine people, receiving a very nasty paper cut on his cheek by a narrowly avoided plane, and nearly tripping over abandoned briefcases and soprano footstools, he reached the lift and climbed in without any sort of fuss, or being accosted by anyone. With a satisfied smile, he walked through the crowd of people, pushing the button for the entrance foyer as he passed, allowing himself to merge with the throng, so as to go better unnoticed. There were a tense few seconds as the lift moved upwards, where people looked at him and appeared to be on the verge of saying something that might well ruin his well thought out, dramatically executed plan, but no, no one, miraculously, seemed to want him for anything. Everything seemed to be going his way! The elevator began to clear out, floor by floor, finally drawing to a stop at the top floor. The doors pulled open, and -

"Arthur! There you are old boy, I've been looking for you!" His stomach fell, as there, right outside the lift doors, stood Archie Vane, one of his co-workers, and someone cursed with an almost preternatural ability to be in exactly the sort of places Arthur didn't want him to be. "Ah, Archie..." Arthur said, trying his best to sidle past him but being stopped by a hand on the arm. "Look, I know you're about to go on break, but the boss has been all over me for the past hour, and he needs me to get the filing done on that thing with the tea cosy, and, you know, the fire?" Arthur nodded, wincing at the memory, but still not caring too much for Archie's plight. "I was wondering if you'd pull an extra hour now with me to get it done?" he asked, in a voice that made Arthur, in that particular moment, want nothing more than to punch him in the face. "You know how scary the man upstairs is." Archie added, in a way that seemed like he was trying to be friendly and take it out of his hands. Blame it on hierarchy, and not Archie's terminal laziness. Well not today Vane. Not today.

"Sorry Archie, got a much scarier higher power to deal with today. My pregnant wife." With that, he clapped Archie on the shoulder, turned on his heel, and this time, actually sprinted away, Disapparating mid stride before Archie could even open his mouth to utter another annoying request. That familiar sensation of pressure, blackness, and Arthur was stumbling through a door into the waiting room, where he saw a very pregnant Molly struggling to get up. Just in time. Good effort, Arthur, he thought. He really had worried that, what with the speed with which he had made his exit, he'd end up at the wrong hospital, or that half of him would end up at the right hospital and the other half in Margate. Still, he greeted his wife with a smile, disguising his own surprise at his remarkable level of competence, planting a small kiss on her forehead, before taking her hand and helping her up. "Hello darling, told you I'd get here!" he said, with a proud smile. Never one to break a winning streak, was Arthur.
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MOLLY CHARLENE WEASLEY
Posted: Jan 23 2012, 01:48 AM


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Molly looked back towards the door at she heard the crack of apparation then smiled in relief when she saw her husband striding towards her on his long legs and she immediately stopped struggling to get out of the chair. Arthur was nothing if not predictable and she knew she could count on him to help her get the right angle to get up out of the chair; she had to remember to stop sitting when the only options were deep, squishy chairs without proper support. Standing had be the better alternative to being stuck in her chair even if it meant her feet would inevitably swell and ache from the lack of proper circulation. And then she paused for half of a second to wonder why she’d wanted to be pregnant again so badly when all she did was hurt and swell to astronomical sizes. The well timed kick to her diaphragm both made it hard to breathe for a second and reminded her of why she was so willing to put up with all of the downsides to bringing new life in their world. With Arthur there to pull her to her feet it was much easier to get upright and Molly kept his hand in hers as the pleasant looking witch led them back to their exam room. Her heartbeat fluttered in her throat and she took a deep breath in then out to squash the feeling of Cornish pixies wreaking havoc in her stomach. She couldn’t really explain why she was so nervous; it wasn’t as though this was her first time in the doctor’s office, it wasn’t even the first time she’d had this exact procedure done. The first time, with Bill, she’d been nervous, sure but that was her first baby and she’d never done any of this before and she hadn’t known what to expect and she’d been a sort of nervous, emotional wreck the entire pregnancy. She’d been nervous when she’d been to this appointment with Charlie but at the time she’d chalked that up to the fact that he’d gone inexplicably still for about thirty-six hours leading up to the appointment and she’d been terrified about what that meant. She still didn’t know other than maybe he’d exhausted himself and just took a long nap but the scan had gone perfectly and his little heartbeat had filled the room just fine.So what was making her so anxious was beyond her. The baby was active enough and the pregnancy was practically textbook in line with her other two so it wasn’t as though she was expecting bad news from the doctor seeing them. Arthur was present and accounted for so it wasn’t as though she was anxious for him missing something about the scan or anything like that. And yet the nervous energy rushed through her making her feel antsy and almost twitchy. Molly did her best not to let her nerves get to her though she harbored no illusions that she could hide any of it from Arthur.The witch left them alone in the room with the explanation that their Mediwitch would be in to see them shortly and Molly nodded in thanks as she went to sit on the exam table. Once the door clicked shut she turned a smile over to Arthur. “We’re not finding out the sex, right? Are we doing the right thing being surprised? What if it is a girl? All we have are boys things and I wouldn’t want to dress a little girl in a onesie decorated with snitches and quaffles.” She had been going back and forth with her husband for weeks about this and even more so with herself; she probably changed her mind at least seven times a day before he got home from work and then another two while discussing the issue with him. Molly knew she had to be driving the poor man mad but she didn’t know how to stop herself.
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ARTHUR WILLIAM WEASLEY
Posted: Feb 1 2012, 02:22 PM


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He spent a short while by her side, her hand gripping his tightly, helping her up. Now well into their third pregnancy, Arthur had plenty of experience in helping a heavily pregnant woman to her feet. He thought, possibly, that he could make a business out of it, Apparating to pregnant women that had gotten themselves stuck in chairs or couches, like some sort of strange emergency service. He laughed to himself at the idea, and then warmed himself with the notion that the only pregnant woman he'd ever be lifting out of chairs on a regular basis was the beautiful red-head that he was supporting now. The first time round, he'd had no idea what to do. Panic set in almost immediately after Molly had told him that she was pregnant. He had been so young, not long out of Hogwarts, and he'd had so many doubts and fears about having children. He was a shambles, clumsy, ungainly. He could barely look after himself, let alone a child! Now, in hindsight he could see that those were the worries that every single new father had, and that he should probably have been more worried about how he'd manage looking after a very pregnant Molly Weasley. She had been feisty, powerful, and stubborn as a horse before she had been subject to mood swings, and with a new life inside her, surging with hormones, he thought that it might be easier sometimes reasoning with a mountain troll. Of course, he still loved his wife dearly, and he'd duck every flying dinner plate in the world, he'd spent all of the early hours of every morning hunting down ridiculous food combinations, as long as it was for her, but for a young man, still in that honeymoon period, it had come as rather a large shock when his wife inexplicably turned into a dragon. Now, two children later, and with a third on the way, he had learnt to deal with it rather admirably, in his opinion. He knew what to do, and what not to do, where to tread lightly, how to help her from chairs, massage her feet, and sooth any other aches that she may have. True, the cravings changed, and the moods were still dire sometimes, but it didn't frighten him anywhere near as much as it had done several years previously. In the end, the final product of all the frustration and the pain was well worth it all. He thought, the first time he held his baby son in his arms, that it was worth anything in the entire world.

Together, they followed the witch on reception through to the room that the examination would take place in. The memories came flooding back, the previous times they had been here. The room looked practically the same, although he was sure it was probably a different one. He wondered how many times in the future they'd have to make their way into this room. He was perfectly happy having a large family, as a matter of fact, it had become everything he'd ever wanted, and all the better knowing that it was all that Molly had ever wanted. He knew, of course, that times would be hard. Outside the safety of the hospital, and the further safety of their home, the world was darkening. Men were being co-opted from his department, away from simple raids on eccentric witches with dubious tea-kettles, over to raiding warehouses and manor houses in the middle of nowhere. More men were coming home in pine boxes, and Arthur was still worrying every day that he was going to get the same call that his friends had been receiving. The call to arms. Outside their door, a war was brewing that threatened to tear the wizarding world apart, but here, in this room, with his wife, and their new child, it couldn't touch them, not yet. He had let that fear seep into his family life once, when he'd gotten too close to the fire, and it had near enough pulled him and Molly apart at the seams. Not again. He couldn't fear, and he couldn't be scared of fighting, because he had to be strong enough to hold his family together. Normally, of course, Molly was just as strong as he was, stronger, if anything. But now, of course, she needed him more than ever, her and the life she was harbouring. It was his job, as the man of the house, the father and the husband, to be her rock when she needed him, and to do that, he couldn't fear. His family had to be insulated from the horror that was the outside world. A safe haven, and he vowed to be able to do that.

As they filed in, and the door closed behind them, through her hand and body language, and almost certainly something more, he could feel Molly's anxiety. He knew that she didn't want him to see, but it was farcical that he'd be able to see anything but the way she was feeling. He was still working on being able to read her, but there wasn't very much work to be done. When a romance such as theirs occurred to you, a hurricane of emotion, a marriage and two children in a quarter of the time it would take most couples, it forged a bond that was not only near indestructible, but that went a lot deeper than simply holding hands. He felt like he could see her, really see her, past her skin, into her eyes, and whatever it was that dwelt n her heart, and he knew that when she fixed him with that patented Molly Prewett look that had made him fall totally in love with her, she could see the same thing. Her body resonated towards him, and he could feel that she wasn't entirely sure about the appointment. There was an air of nervousness about her, uncommon from his wife. Despite her being the one who had to carry the baby, go through the aches and pains, she always coped far better than Arthur did with having children. When she wasn't in one of her hormonal moods, she was the picture of serenity, and beautiful with it. Now, he could almost feel her hand shaking, the motion vibrating up his arm. He thought, for a while, on what it could be that she was so worried about coming into the room.

The baby was perfectly fine, anyone could see that. It was strong, and he could see, even if he wasn't feeling, every kick that the child powered against the inside of Molly's stomach. The mixture of discomfort and elation that he saw when she felt the physical evidence of that child, it was enough to make him wince and smile at the same time. There was no doubt in his mind that inside his wife there was a healthy happy baby. He wondered, maybe, if she was still uncertain about whether Arthur wanted this or not. He'd been dubious, to start with, going as far to say that he didn't want anymore children, but he deeply regretted every syllable of that stupid idea now. It had been another product of fear, a battle scar that they had managed to heal together. Maybe, he thought, she was still worried that it wasn't entirely what he wanted. In those couple of weeks that they had walked through like zombies, apart from one another, perhaps she thought the baby had been affected by the negative energy that seemed to sit in that house in that time. He didn't really know what the issue was, and he knew that now, in the doctor's office, wasn't the time to ask, because it might well open an entirely new can of worms that neither of them wanted to get into. Still, he squeezed her hand, and offered her a smile, and a kiss on the cheek, silent reassurances, trying his hardest to set her at ease. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so nervous, but entirely characteristic for him to want to make her feel better. He dropped her hand for a minute to place it at the small of her back, rubbing gently, as if to say things were OK, but without words.

Nodding to the witch as she left the room, he watched Molly as she walked unsteadily and slowly across the room, settling herself on the table. He leant against the doorframe, and listened as she spoke about the one subject that had been flitting across both of their minds for the past couple of days. Finding out the sex of the baby. It was a practical tradition between the two of them not to find out, but they'd both been so changeable about the whole thing that Arthur wasn't sure what she wanted, or even what he wanted. He let out a small sigh, and followed it up with a smile. The rapid delivery of her comments betrayed her worry more than body language ever good, and when Arthur spoke, it was, surprisingly, in an even tone. It was like their voices and conversation habits had been swapped. "Molls, I don't know. Whatever you want, is what we'll do. I mean, I like being surprised, I do. There's all of the anticipation, the waiting to find out. Makes the whole thing seem more special. But if you want to find out the sex, I'm perfectly happy with that too. It's really down to you." he said, taking a few steps over to her and sliding an arm around her shoulders, rubbing gently again. "And anyway," he said, kissing the top of her head, "It's not like girls can't like Quidditch too. You never know, we might well be brewing up the next star, female Gryffindor Seeker in there."
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