Written for the The Childish Challenge.
Four year old Percy Weasley was going to get his teddy bear from the living room when he saw his mum crying.
"Why are you crying? Is something wrong with the baby?" Percy asked, his little face screwed up with worry.
"No, angel the baby is fine. Its just mummy is sad because a good friend of hers has gone away" Molly said, placing her hand on her baby bump.
"Is it because of the bad people again?"
"Yes, its because of the bad people" Molly tells him trying to stop the tears streaming down her face.
Percy walks over and places his hand over hers, "If the bad people come here daddy will make them go away".
Molly can't bring herself to tell her son that if Death Eaters come calling there is nothing she or Arthur can do to make them away.