Lost
Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable, they belong to JK Rowling.
Molly Weasley stared out the window overlooking the backyard of The Burrow. She sat contemplating what her family had lost in during the second war. They had lost a lot, some things that were small and others that they would never be able to replace.
Molly thought how her children had been robbed of their childhood, forced to grow up much quicker than necessary. She thought of how her children had lost their innocence, having to witness death and torture, things that even many adults hadn't witnessed.
Then Molly's thoughts turned to the physical things that her family had lost. George had lost his hear. However, more importantly he had lost half of himself. He had lost his twin. The children had lost their brother. And she and Arthur had lost their son.
Oh Freddie, Molly thought, what are we going to do without you? How are we going to survive without your bright face getting us through the day?
A/N – Ok so I know that it is really short but I really wanted to do something on how Mrs Weasley felt, especially after seeing DH2
