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Hello everybody! I'm Chris and I am here to bring you all some drabbles that you will hopefully like. love to no bounds! These drabbles are dedicated to the Potter series' amazing mother Molly Weasley! You all enjoy and thanks so much for reading!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling.


*All of the used claims will be marked through

1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. act 52. bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. x-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. author's choice 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. sweet tooth 89. Past 90. present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework

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#93
Chicken

“What in Merlin’s Beard is that?!” roared Molly Weasley fuming. Trying to ignore the screeching sound, she returned to her knitting. The boys would surely need the sweaters soon, what with winter on its way and all of the snow at Hogwarts; that Castle was too drafty for her liking, but Arthur had already talked her down on numerous occasions to alert the Board of Governors.

Screeeeeeech…

“That’s it!” Molly left the room and walked out into the yard to find a chicken that thought it was a rooster. “Be quiet!” she said tossing a glove at the creature.

#2 Muggle Studies
{For the CHRISTMAS themed mini-challenge}

The night before Christmas found Mrs. Weasley sitting on the sofa in the Burrow's family room knitting the traditional Weasley sweaters for the children fast asleep upstairs (or at least she expected them to be). Listening to the latest song from Celestina Warbeck as it warbled from the Wireless Wizarding radio in the corner of the room, Molly looked over her reading glasses at the THING Arthur had brought into the house.

He had said it was 'just some holiday fun' but the red headed -matriarch knew what Arthur's sense of fun was--the flying car that was now lost was proof of that. Standing on a small table that once housed her knitting magazines, spluttering and making an awful humming sound was the generator Arthur had bought from a Muggle in town. It was running their Christmas tree lights with...electricity.

*sigh*

#22. Kneazle
{Suggested by princess of *hp*. Here you go Mel! }

Every morning the sun would rise to find Molly Weasley out feeding the hens. After all the cornmeal was spread around the fenced in paddock that doubled as the small front yard and the fowl were eating contentedly she began to walk back inside the house to make her husband some breakfast before he headed off to work at the Ministry.

Mounting the first step brought a meowing sound. "That's odd." she said, her eyebrows coming to a cross in the middle of her forehead. She stepped back down the steps and peered over to her left, behind a Flutterby bush to see where the peculiar sound came from and she was shocked and put into a fit of 'oh my's'. Lying in the soft dirt was a mother Kneazle and her four newborn kittens. Rushing into the house, she returned with some blankets and a saucer of milk.

Beaming to herself, Molly went through her head the list of all her children: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ronald, Ginny, Mother Kneazle, and baby kneazles 1-4.

#65 Ooze
{For you James (Pokah Face) You're random!}

It was exciting having all the kids back at the Burrow again for the remainder of summer. Harry had arrived that morning, after being with Dumbledore all evening doing Merlin knows what, and had been tucked in for a nap for most of the morning and into the afternoon.

Having busied herself with yet again more cooking, Molly had been trying her best to get Harry's lunch fixed to go wake him when she took it. "Oh dear, I was going to take that to Harry don't worry about it." she said trying and failing to be pleasant.

"Oh eetz fine I 'ave been waiting to see 'Arry all morning!" and with a flip of her platinum hair, Fleur Delcour whisked up the stairs with the tray of food. A few hours later as Molly began to fuss with her daughter about a missing sock, Hermione came running down the stairs with a HUGE black eye from one of the twins' inventions.

Sighing to herself, looking pitifully at Hermione, and cursing thee twins in her mind, Molly found the bruise paste and watched it ooze out onto the bruise. "I'm sorry dear!"

#97 Dictionary
{Grape! (GrapehGrape) I wrote this for you!}

It was summer and everyone was home again much to Molly's pleasure. The days were filled with laughter and smiles as the children played with each other in the yard and came inside for a big lunch that their mother had prepared for her growing kids. Sometimes Arthur would come home from work for lunch to spend the wonderful afternoon with his large family. And each evening would be filled with lighted dinners in the garden with the kids putting on shows and telling jokes well into the evening.

One day in particular started off just the same as all the others with the boys out playing Quidditch in the yard and their younger sister Ginny pouting off to the side. Molly was in the house cleaning pots and pans in the wash basin when she turned to grab a cutting board. Before she returned to her original spot, something came crashing through the window--a bludger. "FRED! GEORGE! Come clean this up NOW!!!" she bellowed through the broken panes.

After the mischevious twins finished cleaning, the rest of their afternoon was spent with their noses in a dictionary writing and re-writing the definition of glass. 'Glass - A hard, transparent substance fused together. ex. Windows, cups etc. Breakable.' Molly watched as their papers began to fill up.

#51 Act

After one of the typical huge suppers in which the entire Weasley family, Harry, Hermione, and most of the Order members had enjoyed was over one summer evening, two large bottles of oak-matured mead and butterbeer were opened as conversation flowed heavily amongst the friends and family. Here and there was the conversation between the children about Professors, detentions (in Fred and George's case), pets, and assignments. The Order members remembered old times and whispered here and there about tasks that were still to be finished. The new couple, Tonks and Lupin, sat in a corner whispering affectionately.

Admist the rumble of many different conversations going on around the large table set out in the garden, a flustered Molly Weasley, a little red in the cheeks from her drink, began to speak loudly to all those around her. "Children, children! You must hear this." he said waving them over to where she sat with Arthur and Hagrid. "I was just telling Hagrid here about how when your father and I were at Hogwarts they held a school play and how I was chosen..." she held her sentance to make it more dramatic, hiccuping instead. "To play Lady Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet."

The children groaned as Molly urged her husband to reinacted some of the key scenes once more for the crowd of visitors.

#43. Headmaster

Molly and Arthur had just sat down together in the family room to relax and enjoy a quiet evening together. With the kids away, the Ministry allowing Mr. Weasley a few days vacation and all the house chores finished the evening held promise to be pleasant. Just as they snuggled onto the sofa, the ancient family owl Errol flew into the house from the chimney floo (however he got in the they hadn't the foggiest) and collapsed on the coffee table with a letter attacked to his leg. A bit startled by the non-conformity Errol had represented once again in his methods of delivery, Molly reached forward and removed the tiny scroll of parchment tied with a maroon ribbon and read it.

'Dearest Molly,

I hope you and Arthur are enjoying your short break from the hustle and bustle of parenting everyday and wish you my best. On another note, contrary to what you may have heard about me, I grew out of my baby blanket quite some time ago. Thanks for your motherly concern Mrs. Weasley, but I think your son, Ronald, will make better use of it.

Toodles
-Albus Dumbledore'

Molly held a hand to her heart and her mouth gaped open in horror.

#69. Slap

Molly Weasley had spent the majority of the morning down at the market in the village of Ottery St. Catchpole buying up all the things she needed in order to create yet another feast for the Weasley family and the Order members who would be joining them that evening. She had to find chicken, she needed to be sure to pick up a steak for Lupin and Harry enjoyed treacle tart; so each of these items made it into her shopping basket.

Once she returned to the Burrow and had left the chicken breasts in the sink to thaw out in a pot of hot water, the plump woman went to go start working on the laundry. Just as she had finished sorting out the moutain of socks into each of the Weasley clan's baskets, she had heard a loud slap coming from the kitchen and rushed in to find Fred pinning Ron onto the floor a slice of chicken in his hand.

Ron's cheeck was bright pink and Fred looked over, his face had guilt all over it. "Fred get off your brother right now!" He stumbled from his little brother and started to leave the kitchen and Molly whacked him right on the head.

Two slaps in a span of one minute.