Mother's Tears
"No words describe a mother's tears
No words can heal a broken heart
A dream is lost."
-Phil Collins, Two Worlds
He was gone. Her baby was dead.
Sure, she got upset with him more than once, but that didn't weaken the love she had for him. He was her son, her legacy, her heart. And now a piece of that heart had been ripped away.
When she saw him laying there, she lost it. She held him close, refusing to believe he had gone. There was no way a child of hers could have died. But the true was there. The cold, silent truth.
And if that wasn't enough, he had killed her other son. Really, the son she lost first was one of the ones who brought him into her life. They offered him help and made the first tug on his pull into the family. Now two of them were dead and the other was breaking down.
He didn't show it the way she did. It was more of a silent pain. It broke her heart to see him that way. But, she wasn't her child. What could she do to comfort him?
Then that woman nearly killed her youngest child. Rage had bubbled up in her and she leap into the fray, battling for her lost children and to defend the ones still standing. It wasn't about her anymore. It was about making sure her family was safe, even if it meant dying.
But her son, the one he had killed saved her. How? How was he alive? It made her head spin as she listened to his destiny.
The war had been won, but Molly Weasley had still lost a child.
Nothing could fix that.