Molly Weasley stood at her mirror; she enjoyed the calm of the hours before bed. She looked at herself; she had aged by years in just a few months. New lines were creasing her face and she was now more grey than ginger. It hard been hard on her, when Ron and Harry had left. She now lived in constant fear of reading about their deaths in the Daily Prophet or having Death Eaters knock on their door with any member of her family in their arms. She now dreamt of her sons and Ginny duelling He Who Must Not Be Named and being killed by him one by one.
She walked out of the bathroom and climbed into bed, where her husband Arthur Weasley was lying reading a muggle manual on motorcycles.
She turned to him, 'What do you think they're doing right now?' she said. He didn't have to ask, he knew who 'they' were.
He sighed and put down his book before removing his glasses and saying 'With any luck they are having a warm meal somewhere safe and planning their route back to us.'
Molly smiled at this but her eyes began to water. Arthur pulled his wife into a hug; one did not usually see this side of Molly: the delicate side, the side which showed how much she cared. She only acted tough, really she was full of emotion and right now she was mainly worry and frightened.
'I'm scared, Arthur' She spoke to his chest and they were still in a tight embrace.
'I know you are. But they are bright children and they will survive this. We will all defeat this evil and then we will be a proper family again, but until then we have to trust in them to get by and to be safe.'
'But they're only seventeen! What was Dumbledore thinking? Surely someone else, someone older with more experience could have done this task.' She pulled away from their hug.
'I have often thought a similar thing. But if I knew Dumbledore, and I think I did, then he has his reasons and he always thought about Harry's safety before anything else.' He reached for her hand and held it. 'We will all be alright in the end. We are survivors and so are our children.'
Molly had the same nightmare that night. This is never going to end, she thought.