Author's note: Set in DH soon after the wedding at the Burrow. I have never had a cat myself so I don't know why a cat story seemed like a good idea but it did. Oh well... more chapters to come! Reviews are very much appreciated!

Molly Weasley was in tidying up the last bits of dinner in the kitchen. It was late at night and things had finally settled down, if you could call this settled down that is. Although the chaos of the wedding, the ministry's demise and the aftermath of it all had subsided, she could not feel relaxed. She felt restless and uneasy and regretfully thought that she might have to get used to the feeling now. Her mind jumped straight to Ron, Harry and Hermione; the last she saw of any of them was before the ceremony had begun two days ago. She pushed down the overwhelming feeling of worry and focused harder on drying the dishes. Nevertheless, her mind flitted to each of her children, some she knew were safe in their homes, some she didn't know. She sighed and turned her head to look for the cause of the quiet 'meow' she had just heard. A big, ginger furry thing was slowly coming towards her.

"What is it Crookshanks?" She asked turning back to her dishes which were now being magicked onto their proper places.

"Meaaoow," Crookshanks came up to her, put a soft paw on Molly's foot and looked up at her. "Meaow Meow"

"Realised she's not here have you?" Molly asked

"Meow?"

"Yes, I know. None of them are. They had to go Crookshanks, I'm sure you knew that?" Molly sighed. She had only come to terms with the fact that Ron, Harry, and Hermione were now in hiding a few hours ago herself. She thought maybe Crookshanks was in the same position; having to accept that it's real even though they had both known it will come to this eventually.

"Meow" was the only reply she got and she could almost hear the sadness in the sound. The ginger cat started rubbing its furry self against her legs.

"But don't you worry now, I've got you all looked after," Molly reached to pet the soft cat on its head and back. The long orange fur reminded her of Ron's hair in the mornings. With a helpless grin she wondered if that had played a part in Hermione's choice for the cat. "Come on then, time for bed," she picked up Crookshanks and started walking upstairs. "They'll be alright," she said more to herself than the cat.

"Meow" Crookshanks agreed regardless and snuggled in Molly's arms. After all even he knew his human was the most brilliant of them all.