The Daily Prophet's headline read "The Wasteland of Godric's Hollow; 72 Dead". Molly held the paper in her right hand, while her left cradled her youngest son. Arthur sat in his armchair, glasses off, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"The Maccabees, Hutsons, Leacocks, even the Potters," she gasped, hot tears running down her face. "And all of those muggles. Why would he do this Arthur?" He shook his head solemnly.
"I don't know Molly," he whispered. "You-Know-Who isn't exactly predictable." She set the paper down on the kitchen counter and started to pace back and forth. She glanced at her genius clock on the wall and was relieved everyone was still pointing at "Mortal Peril" at least they weren't dead yet.
"It says he was after the Potters, finally found them in Godric's Hollow. But why all of those innocent people? He even killed their son." Molly gripped Ron tighter. She looked at the photo of the small, black haired baby in the paper and imagined holding him close. But, Harry Potter was dead and would never know Molly Weasley or her chubby baby boy because he was dead.
At the same moment Molly was fretting in her kitchen, Hermione Granger sat on the carpeted living room floor of her parent's townhome. She was almost one and a half years old and already speaking in full sentences. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had already signed her up for a preschool for "gifted children". She had been trick or treating and was still in her blue Cinderella gown with the adorable toddler slippers. She didn't care for it and pushed the tulle aside to play with the brightly colored candies that littered the floor around her. Her entire family was blissfully unaware that an extremely tragic thing had just happened. Little Hermione had no idea that a part of her future had just been wiped clean. She had no idea that someone she would have once called her best friend had just died. No, she was much more concerned with a purple foiled wrapped toffee by her foot.
At the same moment Ron was teething on his mother's hair and Hermione was admiring a piece of candy, Ginny Weasley was lying in a bassinet, thinking about life's greatest problems. She was sad, more than baby sad. Because even though she was only two months old, she knew that her soulmate was lost forever and that's enough to ruin anyone's day – even if you aren't potty trained yet.
So that's it for now guys. I don't honestly know where this story is going… but I hope you like it anyway and I promise the next chapter will be much longer ❤
-Rachel