Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

That night, I asked Molly:

"Hey, Molly, don't you feel lonely when the kids are away?"

"You've been acting a little strange since the day. Why are you suddenly saying something like that?"

"I just think those kids seem happier when they're home."

"What a joke! They are no longer our children! Even when they are at home, I never feel happy! You have no idea how hard I work!"

Molly responded immediately and stared at me with a shocked expression.

"You don't want another child, do you? Enough! Ginny is a good child, but who can guarantee that the child born will also be a good child? If another child like that is born, it will be a big trouble!

Bill, I thought he was a good kid, but I was wrong! He was the one who reported you to your brother, wasn't he? Moreover, he didn't even go home once, but went straight to your brother's house. It was too much!

I should not have brought Bill to meet your brother! Your brother saw that Bill looked a lot like his mother, so he set his eyes on him. Bill chose him instead of us! This is such a betrayal to us! I was so good to Bill, but he repaid me with hatred! He looked like your mother, and even like that cunning woman who married into the Prewitt family from the Black family. No wonder I had a bad feeling at the time!

Charlie was always giving me advice on my methods, and it really scared me. Once, when you were not at home, he even chopped the wood outside to pieces, as if he was going to kill me at any time!

Fred and George are just making trouble and causing me endless trouble! They made useless things with materials from nowhere, which is really torture! They even took apart the Christmas sweater I knitted by hand! I worked so hard to make it! They even said that they didn't do anything to deserve blame! What unreasonable children.

And Ron, I hate him the most. His eyes make me uncomfortable. Although he never shows resistance, his eyes... that's not what a baby should have. It's creepy! That look is exactly the same as your brother's! I hated your brother from the first time I met him, and Ron's reporting to Bill must have been his idea!

It’s easy to have a child, but what if you give birth to a child like this? "

Hearing this, I tried to suppress my emotions. Those are our children... Do you think they are just like this? Indeed, Ron is more like my brother. He always looks at the people and things around him with a scrutinizing eye, just like my brother.

Now I understand that Ron was evaluating us. His mental age was much higher than ours, and he was always observing us to judge whether we were worthy of being his parents. Perhaps, in his mind, we were no longer qualified. But even so, he endured it for a long time and never complained about his treatment. His brothers, on the other hand, often made comments about how we treated Ron, but Ron always endured it silently and never said a word.

I guess until our indifference to Percy became unbearable.

**You are not worthy of being parents. I don't need you anymore. **

Ron made that judgment at the time. Then, he contacted Bill for Percy, not for himself. Ron never acted for his own benefit.

"…and what about Percy?"

"Well, the kid is all right. But he's not much use to me. It makes no difference to me whether he's home or not.

He also failed to make his brothers obey him. Moreover, his reaction became increasingly cold. I really don't know what's going on.

However, you never know these things until the child is born. Maybe a good child like Ginny will be born, but I don't want to go through that kind of pain again.

I don't want to suffer any more.

Darling, don't you think so too? Ginny is all we need. Even your brother said he would take good care of Ginny."

"……Oh, yes."

I managed to squeeze out a few words, and Molly seemed satisfied and smiled. I almost asked: **Do you measure the value of your children by whether they are useful or not? **But I finally held back.

My brother did say he would take good care of Ginny, but he didn't mean it. However, how could I expect to have more children if I couldn't even raise Ginny properly? If we couldn't even make those children happy, what right did we have to have more?

We pushed Percy to that point. Percy's heart had already been crying, and he had already reached his limit. Perhaps he could no longer feel any emotions and chose to shut himself off...

It is only now that I realize how blind we were to the person Percy was. I am as guilty as Molly.

Alas... I am really an unqualified father.

Charlie took on the role of parent after Bill left. So when Charlie went to Hogwarts, there was no one left to fulfill the responsibilities of a parent. Molly and I never really played the role of parents. It was their older brothers who took care of the twins and Ron. When they went to Hogwarts, we really got to know these children, and Percy took all the burdens on himself. He didn't get along well with us and was often in a dilemma. I recall that when Molly let the three youngest children go hungry, Percy suffered more than anyone else. He even tried to secretly send food to his brothers, but was discovered by Molly and severely scolded.

Now I realize that I should have been the one protecting them, and I should have been the one who secretly brought them food.

No, children should not be put through that level of punishment at all, they have done nothing wrong.

Percy was a kind child, and that's why he suffered all this. He has been trying to maintain the relationship between his brothers and us! Without him, our family would have fallen apart long ago. He is such a good child! But we never realized this, and even treated him so harshly, which led to the twins and Ron finally choosing to leave home. They did this for Percy, not for themselves.

We never cared about Percy's feelings. Why could we not care about him? His brothers were always doing their best to take care of him.

Yes, Percy had given up eating before he was taken away. His brothers tried desperately to get him to eat something.

Alas... he could die at any time. That's why they contacted Bill and asked his brother to take him in. Ron said we were unworthy parents and he left home, which was absolutely right. We were not even as good as the people we lived with...

I suddenly realized this and felt extremely painful.

"what happened?"

"…We didn't realize Percy's condition in time. Now I realize that we are really unworthy of being parents."

"How can you say the same thing as Ron! We gave them a warm home!"

"That's just our unilateral opinion, right?

They were often left hungry and not even given any warm clothes. In such a situation, they could only make their own warm things, but we confiscated all their things. Is it normal for parents to be like this?

The only child we cherish is Ginny."

"What's wrong with that! Ginny is a very good kid!"

"That's just for you, right? A child who does what you want is a good child for you. There were always some disobedient boys before, which made you prefer Ginny. But isn't that what boys are like?"

They are our children too. We should have treated them equally, but we didn't. Because Ginny is the only girl, she must have endured our doting on her. But we have given up even the most basic care as parents, right? For them, this home has no warmth at all. "

"That's not true! They are the ones who destroyed the warm family! They destroyed our family! Why can't you understand?"

At this point, Molly began to cry.

My brother's words echoed in my mind: You have always just agreed with what Molly said. Yes, he was right. I loved Molly, even after what happened, I still loved her. Seeing Molly crying, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want her to cry, so I hugged her gently.

"I'm sorry, Molly. But it's true that we're not good parents at all, right?"

Molly repeated softly, "No, it's not like that."

"But our sons didn't see it that way. So, they left. It was undoubtedly our fault that we caused Percy to have a mental breakdown."

"No, they are wrong! It was Fred, George and Ron who pushed him to that point, not me!" Molly insisted, crying.

After Molly cried herself tired, she fell asleep.

The next day, Molly acted as if nothing had happened. She never mentioned her sons again. I wanted to talk more, but every time I tried to start, Molly would obviously refuse, get angry or cry, and it was impossible to continue the discussion.

This went on for a long time. One day, I accidentally found Ginny's door open, and I took a look inside.

The bookshelves were filled with things we had taken back from our sons. The room was filled with clothes and sundries, like a cute little girl's room. But the stuff didn't seem to fit in.

I remember telling my sons to give their stuff to Ginny, but now that I think about it, my sons' rooms were never cluttered with so much stuff. They would cherish everything and use it together until it was worn out, and they would even find a way to reuse the trash.

It's only now that I realize that even though the Weasleys were notoriously poor, I never valued things as much as they did. Whenever something was not completely broken, I always got a new replacement. What a terrible father. Looking back, my father was also an incompetent father. It was always my brother who tried hard to plan and cope with the difficulties of life.

...Ah, maybe I inherited the part that I should not have inherited.

I once vowed not to be a father like my father. I also didn't want to cause trouble for my brother. But now I remembered my brother's advice. My brother once said that Molly and I were too dreamy. It might be fun to be lovers, but marriage is realistic and we must face realistic problems. If both parties are not down-to-earth, they will eventually encounter difficulties. So my brother advised me to sort out my life before getting married. But Molly and I got married without explaining anything, leaving the subsequent mess to our family, and we didn't take any responsibility ourselves. It was natural to be cut off from the relationship.

So, here we are. We have been unwilling to face the reality. Ginny has been given too much, and we have paid too little attention to our sons...

My sons have said that they don't want to give Ginny the things they value. Ginny already has a lot, but she wants to take things away from them. Even Ron, who never complains about how he's treated, begged us desperately not to take away the treasures he and his brothers have.

Until now, I realized my mistake. I didn't see anything, or I chose to turn a blind eye.

Just as I was stunned, Ginny came over.

"What's wrong? Why are you dazed?"

"Nothing... But aren't those things on the bookshelf your brothers' favorites? It's not too late now, return them to them."

"Why should I give it back to them? Those things are already mine, I accepted them."

"But your room is already full of stuff. If there are new things, you have no place to put them. Why not give them back?"

"Then I can move those things to my brothers' old room. They are gone now, so I can use that room freely. I might as well make that room my room."

"But, Ginny, you don't play with those things, do you? Why not give them back?"

"That's weird Dad. I never use those things, they just sit there nicely."

Ginny looked puzzled and showed no guilt at all. I was stunned by her reaction and didn't know how to respond, so she left to find Molly.

What should I do?

I'm such a terrible father. But now, Ginny is all I have left. I have to raise her well, but I don't know how..."