Author's Notes: Written for TuesdayNovember's "Muggle Artefacts" Challenge on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a fic in which one or more characters come into contact with a Muggle artefact. It can either play a prominent role or just be obliquely mentioned, so long as it's there.
Word count: 100, 500, or 1,000 words.
This is dedicated to lella7 and Armontentia, who convinced me to write it. (Though mostly unintentionally)
Since Molly's parents do not have canon names, for the purposes of this, they are Demetrius and Rosalind Prewett.
Warnings: Implications of incest.
People thought that Septimus Weasley and Rosalind Prewett were just "good friends". They had known each other for years and had never given the slightest signs of romantic feelings for each other.
At least, not signs that others could see.
"Aren't you worried about your wife?" Rosalind asked in a breathless whisper.
"Aren't you worried about your husband?" he shot back, making her giggle.
"Of course not. He's too stupid to be able to tell…" Rosalind trailed off, smirking and knotting her fingers in Septimus's bright red hair.
"And Cedrella pays to much attention to her darling baby to even notice me."
"Poor thing," Rosalind purred. "Feeling neglected?"
He smirked. "Maybe just a little…"
"Let me fix that…" Rosalind pushed him down onto her bed, trailing kisses down his torso. He sighed happily as her hands and mouth travelled over him, and for a while, he was able to forget that he had a wife and a son. He and Rosalind were the only two people in the world right then.
A few weeks later, Rosalind showed up at Septimus's door. She was carrying something in a bag and looking ill.
"Rosalind? What's wrong?" He dropped his voice so that Cedrella, who was in the next room, playing with baby Arthur, would not hear.
"Septimus… I'm pregnant."
His face went white.
"Wh- what?" he whispered.
"Pregnant. I'm going to have a baby. And sicne I haven't slept with Demetrius in months…"
Septimus felt as ill as Rosalind looked. "How do you know?" he whispered.
In answer, Rosalind reached into her bag and pulled out a small stick of plastic. Septimus stared at it, perplexed – he didn't recognize this object at all.
"It's a Muggle pregnancy test. My Mum used to use them. See that little line? It means I'm pregnant."
Septimus swallowed hard. "Are you sure it's right?"
"Yes. Muggle things do sometimes work, you know."
Septimus felt like he was going to faint.
Ten months later, Septimus visited Rosalind. When she opened the door for him, there was a child in her arms.
"Is Demetrius home?" he asked, stepping inside. "I came to see you…"
"No, he's not home, but… but you shouldn't have." Rosalind spoke in a frightened whisper. "If Demetrius finds out…"
"He won't." Septimus spoke in a whisper as well, though there was no one there. "I wanted to see my baby."
Rosalind swallowed hard, then ushered him inside and peeled back the blanket that was wrapped around the child in her arms.
It rolled over, cooing softly, and looked up at Septimus with large blue eyes. His eyes. There was a shock of bright red curly hair upon its head. His hair.
"Her name is Molly," Rosalind said quietly. "Molly… Prewett."
Septimus closed his eyes. "Your… your husband… he doesn't suspect?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Then…" He opened his eyes again and met hers. "No one will ever have to know. No one will ever have to know she's Molly Weasley and not Molly Prewett."