30 June 2018

On their fiftieth wedding anniversary, Arthur and Molly were together in their chairs in the sitting room, smiling sleepily and holding hands as they recovered from the massive celebration Bill and Fleur had given them in the garden of the Burrow.

"Whew," Arthur said, turning to grin at her. "We're getting old, Moll. I don't even feel like staying up to watch the sun rise."

Molly chuckled. "We never even did that in our twenties," she said. "We had two babies in the house, remember?"

"Oh," Arthur said, frowning slightly. "That does sound familiar."

"Mad as a hatter," said Molly sympathetically, shaking her head.

"It's the loony bin for me," Arthur agreed sagely, closing his eyes and folding his hands over his stomach. Molly laughed again, and a comfortable silence fell.

"I got you something," Molly said quietly after a few moments, sitting forward. Arthur looked at her, frowning.

"We weren't going to—"

Molly pulled herself up from her rocking chair, going to the bookcase and looking for a specific volume. "I know, I know," she said. "But humor me. I wanted this for you."

Arthur sighed, shaking his head, but he smiled. "You didn't have to, Molly."

"I wanted to," she said again, finding the book she wanted. She grinned mischievously at him. "Close your eyes."

Arthur obeyed, still smiling. Molly took her present from the hollow book and set the little box in his lap. Arthur touched it, trying to find out what it was.

"All right," she said. "You can look."

Arthur opened his eyes. "M-M-Molly!" he stammered. "I-It's a plane! A model airplane!"

Molly laughed. "Happy anniversary, Arthur."

Arthur looked up at her, so utterly beside himself with excitement that Molly was having a hard time believing that fifty years had passed since the day they were married.

"Oh, Molly, thank you," he said joyously, standing up and kissing her. Molly laughed as he dipped her slightly. They straightened and she grinned at him, his arms tightly wrapped around her. "How did you get it?" Arthur asked, examining the brightly-colored box.

"I asked Harry to pick it up for me," Molly said, hugging him and resting her head against his chest. "He's better in the Muggle shops than I am. I've had it for weeks, I wanted to tell you so badly!"

"This is a fantastic surprise," Arthur promised, kissing her cheek, and Molly smiled, reaching up to gently rub his thin, whitened hair. She sighed happily.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, "but I'm exhausted. Are you ready for bed?"

"Er," Arthur said awkwardly. "I—er, I got you…something…" He blushed slightly. Molly's mouth fell open.

"Arthur," she said, only half reproving. She'd broken their deal as well, after all.

"Humor me," Arthur said with a twinkle in his eyes, and Molly chuckled. "Here, sit here," he said, guiding Molly to the sofa. They both sat down, facing each other. Arthur reached into his pocket.

"Close your eyes, Molly."

Molly did, and felt Arthur pull her right hand forward. She heard a slight jingling, and felt Arthur's fingers fumbling with something at her wrist. She had to force herself not to open her eyes.

"All right," Arthur said after a few moments.

Molly opened her eyes and gasped. Hanging from her wrist was a fine chain of braided silver links, interwoven and glittering. Molly squinted slightly, then reached for her glasses, dangling from a braided string around her neck and hurriedly put them on, examining the bracelet. Fused throughout the chain were about thirty small, beautiful, multicolored gemstones.

"Arthur," she said softly, feeling tears prick her eyes. "It's beautiful."

Arthur was beaming. He drew his wand and held out his hand for Molly's wrist. She frowned, but watched interestedly as Arthur tapped the bracelet once with his wand. "Now look closer," he said, and Molly brought the bracelet closer to her eyes.

"Oh my goodness," she said, astounded. Etched finely into the links surrounding each gemstone were names.

Two garnets: Fleur and Andromeda. Two amethysts: Arthur, Audrey. One aquamarine: Ron. Two dark emeralds: Victoire and Albus. A moonstone: Rose. Two Rubies: Louis and Harry. Three peridots: Percy, Ginny, and Lucy. Three sapphires: Fred, Dominique, and Hermione. A topaz: Bill, and three dark violet tanzanite stones: Charlie, Roxanne, and James.

Molly, blinking back tears, turned her wrist slightly to examine the largest cluster, five magenta tourmaline stones: Angelina, Hugo, Lily, Molly, and Molly. And, near the emeralds and Ron's aquamarine, Molly saw three sparkling diamonds. Teddy. George. Fred.

Her breath caught, and she reached to delicately touch the diamonds. She looked up at Arthur, her lip quivering, and saw he was blinking rather rapidly.

Molly threw her arms about him and gave a little sob as he squeezed her tightly. "Arthur," she whispered. "It's wonderful. Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you so much. Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, Molly," Arthur said, beaming at her. "Thank you for my airplane. I love you."

"I love you too, you old fool," Molly laughed, and she kissed him.

YEEE! Welcome to a big "thank-you-for-being-an-awesome-reader-reviewer-FF-buddy" party for...NEVERBEENDARKMARKED! Everyone go check out her stuff. NOW. Finished? Impressed? Good. As well you should be. This is her thank-you for inspiring me to do another, happier Molly story. Also written for iDeathMonkey, *another* awesome reader/reviewer, who told me I should make this story special because...DRUMROLL...

This is my fiftieth story! And it's been absolutely insane to have been doing all of this for the last six months. I've gotten some of the highest praise I can possibly imagine, I've made a few friends, and it's been so fantastically special to share my imagination with you. Thank you for not snubbing it. I really do love you all.

Anyway, about this story. "Golden," for the golden anniversary, the fiftieth. I have stories (about 1000 words apiece, maybe less) for my super special Weasley/Potter couples: Molly and Arthur, Bill and Fleur, Percy and Audrey, Ginny and Harry, Ron and Hermione, and George and Angelina, and each takes place on their fiftieth anniversary.

Originally, it was going to be Fifty Fiftieth Anniversaries, but THERE ARE NOT THAT MANY CANON COUPLES IN THIS UNIVERSE, and I was NOT about to write about the Malfoys' fiftieth anniversary. So now it's just the Weasley/Potter Fiftieth Anniversaries, otherwise known as: Golden.

I think it's going to be a loverly couple of days, don't you? One per day, as usual.