Molly Weasley lay awake staring at the white ceiling. She turned again to look at the clock, 3:14am. She would be burying her son in a few hours. She wrapped her bathrobe around herself tying it tightly around her waist and walked downstairs. She felt a cold breeze run past her as she entered the Study.“He’s safe.” A woman’s voice echoed behind her. Molly turned to find a young woman with bright red hair and green eyes, she recognized those eyes.