(Here is some description of what Molly looked like whilst she was writing this.) Molly Weasley looked like a mess. Her bloodshot eyes were nothing compared to the huge black circles and bags under her eyes. She was a disgrace.

I am a horrible mother. I let her kill my children. First George, who died protecting Ginny. Then it was Ginny, then Percy, then and Charlie were their too. They died shortly after. In the end Arthur was the one who killed her. BELLATRIX LESTRANGE. I always hated her in school. Arthur and Hermione were killed by that madman, Lucius.

I wasn't there. Wasn't there when I needed to be. There before they died. I was too busy fussing over Fred, and now I have no one. Harry died. Voldemort killed him, shortly before he killed Hagrid. Flitwick, Filch and all the other staff dead. Minerva's the only one left, apart from me.

I should've died. Died for them, but I didn't. Instead I stayed with someone I knew wasn't there, merely a shell.

They're going to attack the Burrow. I know that. I'll make sure they do. And I'll die. Die for the ones who died because they didn't have someone to protect them.

I'm a failure.

A disgrace.

I deserve to die.