“Oh, Albus, dear!” Mrs. Weasley said through her tears as she rushed up to her grandson. She wrapped her arms around him and they cried into each other’s arms.

“Grandma, how, who, why?!” he asked. She shook her head and sighed.

“I don’t know, sweetie. They were all such nice people. We’ll find whoever killed them and we’ll put them away. I promise you.”