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'I insist you go home Molly, there is nothing more you can do here'
Dumbledore's words had been so cold when he had spoken to her, as cold as the eyes he looked at her with. The twinkle that seemed to always be there was gone as he handed her the bag with her son's belongings.
She had apparate to her home, the burrow, but it felt like another empty building to her. Arthur was handling much at the ministry, so much so that he was hardly home anymore now that Voldemort was back. George and Fred were abroad, spreading some much needed laughs wherever they went with their crazy products, trying to keep spirits up. Bill had gone to visit Charlie in Romania to assist him with recruiting wizards and witches that could help with the Order's efforts. Ron and Ginny were still both at Hogwarts, as there was nowhere safer, and to finish their education. And Percy. It was too much for her to handle, and she broke down and cried again, kneeling on the floor, face in her arms on the couch cushions.
She thought to herself, How did it come to this? Where did we go wrong? He was always ambitious, always wanted to be someone, but why did he chose to be one of them? Even Severus said he had tried to talk some reason into him, but he wouldn't listen.
Severus. She didn't know what to think about him now. Sure, he had tried to talk to him, and he was the one who had brought Percy back to them, but it was he, not Severus, who was now fighting for his life.
Gathering herself together, Molly got up and with the bag in hand went into the kitchen. She put a kettle on the stove, got a mug out of the cupboard, a spoon out of the drawer, and a tea bag out of the jar next to the sink. The kitchen sure seemed bigger when they're wasn't anyone else to fill it. The bag was placed on the table as she went about making her cup of tea. It was an everyday task, but her mind wasn't focused on what she was doing. She managed to overflow the mug with water when she was pouring it, and tried to spoon out the milk from its pitcher. When she had finally gotten herself a proper cup of tea, she took a seat at the table and opened the bag.
Inside was his wand, snapped in half. She started to cry again, cursing them for putting such a thing in the bag. 'Why,' she cried to no one in particular, 'what use is it now?' From her mug, she took a sip, only to spit it back out. She had left the tea bag in too long, making it very bitter. It was removed immediately, hitting the sink with a splat, and replaced by lots of sugar to counter the bitter taste.
She set the wand aside. A new one could be made for him with the old core. She would have to make a visit to Diagon Ally soon so he could have his wand back as soon as he was better. She pulled his black robe from the bag, blood-stained with four holes on the left arm. A shiver passed through her. Oh Percy, she thought, you'll be okay, you just have to be.
For some time she just sat there, garment in hand. Remus had apparated at some point, but nothing around her had any effect. It wasn't till he sat down beside her with two fresh cups of tea that she noticed his presence. And they sat there in silence, him taking a sip here and there, while her tea was untouched yet again.
'Molly,' he said. She didn't remove her gaze from the robe, but he knew she wasn't really looking at it anymore. 'It's not your fault, Molly, you raised him well. He just fell in with the wrong crowd, that's all.'
She got up and went upstairs, leaving him at the table without saying a word. Remus wondered if he could have said it another way, or said something else. Too late for that now, he thought as he took another sip of his tea.
She materialized back downstairs not long after she had left. In her hand she had a few scraps of black fabric. She took her seat at the table again and held each scrap of fabric to compare with that of the colour of the robe. The first was too faded. It wouldn't do, Molly thought, it has to be a perfect match so the patch won't be too noticeable. Her second choice turned out to be more of a blue colour. Nope, that defiantly won't do, she thought.
As each scrap was compared, Remus was left sitting at the table, quite confused. It appeared to him that she was going to attempt to repair the cursed robes that had caused this problem in the first place. If he had never joined them, he thought, if he had never put those robes on, there wouldn't be holes in it, and he wouldn't be fighting for his life right now.
'Remus,' she said to him, 'will he make it?'
He looked up to meet her tear-stained eyes, not knowing what to say. 'We are all hoping for the best, Molly,' he replied. For a moment they just kept looking at each other. He could see tears forming in her eyes again, but she looked away and wiped them up as she went back to the robes.
'He is a determined person,' she told Remus. 'If anyone will make it through, it will be my son.' Finding the perfect match in her scraps of fabric, she began to carefully repair the hole in her son's robes. She moved her wand slowly as she went, not wanting to make a mistake. It has to look like nothing even happened to them, she thought to herself, fix them so they are back to the way they were before.
As she worked, Remus helped himself to more tea. He watched her put so much care in to the repair. So much so, that when she was done, the patches were hardly noticeable. She gathered the robes in her arms and held them to her face, as one would a small child.
A popping noise was heard from the living room, followed by a voice that undoubtedly belonged to the old headmaster. 'Molly...'