Molly Weasley hurried along the halls of Hogwarts towards the hospital wing. Mere hours had passed by since the Ministry fiasco, and she couldn't wait to see her children. She had barely managed to catch a glimpse of Ginny and Luna at the Ministry, when she was swept into the fight. After the fight had ended, she had to stay back as a witness, no matter how much she wanted to go after her children. She had watched with teary eyes when she saw Percy and Arthur ignoring each other, both playing the role assigned to them by Dumbledore so well.
The moment she had been allowed to, she had apparated to Hogsmeade, and had made her way to the castle, where she hoped her children were safe. Her heart strings tugged painfully, as if they almost knew what was wrong.
Molly burst into the hospital wing to find chaos.
Poppy was rushing about like a mad hatter, grabbing potions and pastes and what not. She kept disappearing into the back room before coming out again for more stuff. Molly scanned the wing and spotted Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Neville and Luna in the corner. The girls were outright sobbing, and the boys were not far.
Molly felt dizzy. Where's Ron?
Ginny spotted her before anyone else. She abandoned her seat beside Hermione and jumped into her mother's arms. "Mum!" she gasped out, before bursting into fresh sobs. "Ginny? Honey, what's wrong? Where's Ron?"
Her daughter didn't reply, just sobbed even louder. Molly's heart sank. "Ginny," she started again, "I need you tell me where Ron is, honey, please." "It's my fault, mum," the girl sobbed, "Ron took that curse for me. He got Confounded, and he accidently summoned those brains and they were suffocating him, mum, I couldn't do anything, he's hurt so bad and I - I can't-"
Molly shushed her, feeling terrified. "Is he the one in the room?" Ginny nodded into her shoulder. "There was so much of blood, mum."
Oh merlin, Ronnie.