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I think you used the lyrics perfectly with this fic and the feelings you invoked. Molly has always come across as such a strong character, and one who cares so deeply for her family. It had to have hurt even more losing Fred when the end of the war was so close. Just a few hours more and he would have been all right. After everything their family had almost made it out in one piece.
"Everything except Molly. She is stuck. Completely and utterly confined to her own internal Azkaban. A dementor's kiss would be a welcome reprieve."
I don't know why, but this part really stood out to me. J.K. revealed Dementors to have been a depection of her own depression, and to see Molly thinking about them and Azkaban really feels like it would fit her state of mind. Her family is her soul. How could the dementor's kiss be worse when that soul is already breaking?
Overall this was a wonderful piece, and I love how you ended it on the lighter note. Molly knowing that her husband and other family members will be there to pull each other through it. It's fitting for her character.
Again, great job. :)
Hello, Beth; I'm here for BvB again.
This story should come with a caveat - not to apply eyeliner before reading it. My eyeliner is now loitering somewhere by my chin. Gosh, this piece really tore at my heartstrings :( The song suits the story so beautifully, in fact I went to search for it on YouTube and played it alongside whilst I was reading (which did nothing to improve the eyeliner issue, let me tell you).
Fred has gone, and it really feels as though Molly will never be happy again. The mockery of time as a metaphor for healing is brilliant, as are your creative use of words which make it seem as though all the colour has leached out of the world. My heart breaks at Molly's deliberate attempts to isolate herself from the affections of her family, as though she is trying to inflict further punishment upon herself for her son passing over before she does. How she tries to keep his memory pristine and untouched, by tending to his grave so diligently. I don't think grief can get much more raw and painful than it does with losing a child, and the aftermath is so harrowingly described here.
I don't know whether Molly feels she is quite ready to move forward from Fred's death yet, but with the warmth of her family around her, I hope she begins to.
Stunningly written, and utterly heart-breaking. Well done