She watched as the lifeless body of her son fell on the ground.
She saw her youngest daughter fighting with Bellatrix Lestrange holding that blazing look of hers in her eyes.
She saw the determination.
And for the first time in her life she saw herself in her daughter.
She killed that bitch without even think twice.
She saw Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the chosen one, her son, yes, her son defeat the wizarding world from Voldemort for the last time.
But later that night she watched him entering the great hall, not paying much attention to anyone, looking desperately for someone in the crowd, she saw his eyes sparkling as he spotted her.
And then all of sudden, she saw her youngest daughter, her Ginny, running and throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace.
And quite surprised she saw him kiss her with all the passion he had.
Molly Weasley had seen many, many things in her life, but right now, she could only see the passion, the longing, and the love, the undying love between those two.
She couldn't help but smile.