Madness- by sobitxx
A Molly Weasley fic
Rated G
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 "But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." 
-Joseph Conrad

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    "Again?" screeched Molly, looking as if she would pop a vein. She certainly would've but the twins dashed away again, wrecking havoc in the small and crooked house, so Molly didn't have time for something like popping a vein. She had to chase after Fred and George.

    Unfortunately, she lost the will. It was just exhausting! Chasing after the red-headed twins? For the whole twenty-four hour period? Molly, tired, slumped down in one of the armchair. She figured she could rest until she heard an explosion or a crash.

    Outwardly, she was composed. Kind of. Her hair was a bit on the frazzled side, wrinkles digging into her skin, but really, she looked fine. Inwardly? She was a mess. Just a stack of emotions. She began dissecting the pile.

    There was panic, anxiety (although Voldemort had been gone for a couple years now), exhaustion, but somehow, this anger. It was mostly directed at the rest of the world who was luckily mischievous-twin-less, unlike her.

    Her thoughts didn't make sense, but they were there.

    How dare the world not have anything to do with Fred and George and crying Ron and Ginny? How dare they? And how could they not have Bill and Charlie and Percy to take care of as well? Why did I have to deal with the seven of them?

    And Arthur! How dare he have a job in the Ministry? Couldn't he just stay home and tinker around his muggle things and take care of half the children? How dare he? He should stay home! Support the family nonsense be damned!

    Oh, and how, how dare the world leave me with all the work? Why couldn't they do something about it? Why me? Why was I left alone in this wilderness of motherhood? There's something unfair in this world!

    Molly jolted up, recollecting her thoughts. Had she really been thinking to get rid of her children just so she could have a cup of tea with a lemon slice? Blamed Arthur for actually having a job? Blamed the entire world for not having her children?

    She burst out laughing.

    "Yes, yes, I'm going quite mad," mused Molly as she leaned back into the armchair which was rather stiff. "Quite mad, indeed."

    She sat back and muttered to herself before she heard a loud crash coming from the nursery. With a small sigh and a hint of a smile, she rose from the seat and murmured, "Coming..."