After the excitement, terror and grief experienced at the battle of Hogwarts, Molly Weasley thought she could return home and live out her grief at her son's death in peace, through fawning over her other children, or cooking multiple pies, knitting socks for elves or fixing up bits of the house that were unacceptably crumbling. She had done her outward grief, and it was time to move on. But no matter how forcefully she tried to convince herself that she could, she just wasn't ready, for when she returned to the Burrows, traipsed into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and exhausted, her eyes didn't first look toward the mound of laundry sitting on the counter, or that the tap had overflowed onto the floor, creating a large lake, but rather to the worn out old grandfather clock sitting on the mantelpiece. She walked over and looked for each member of her extensive family. Arthur was at work, probably helping sort out all the mess created, Charlie was in transit (coming over from Norway no doubt), and Bill was also in transit, still in the process of returning home. Ron was already at home, as was Ginny and Percy, and George was 'lost', a sad, yet predictable state for him. However, not for the first time, she sought out her son Fred, looking for his little teaspoon with his smiling face, beaming up at her. When she had exhausted the search of all those at home, work, and in transit, she came across a new section. Sure enough, there was Fred, smiling up at his mother, as though nothing had changed. She looked at the segment of the clock, and it was labelled 'safe and happy'. She looked back at her lost son, and for the first time since his death, she smiled.