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Prologue.
Her heels clicked rhythmically on the stone floors beneath her. Perhaps it was a silly thought, but she couldn't help but notice how much the inside of this place resembled Hogwarts. Though, there was a great chance that that had more to do with her own strange sense of nostalgia than anything. It had been her home away from home for seven years, who could deny her the foolish idea that it would be safer for all of them there.
Instead, she walked through the chilled halls of the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters. This, too, had become her home away from home. And if things continued in their current direction, it was quite possible that this would be her only home. Dorcas Meadowes stopped as something caught her eye. The young woman leaned against the entryway to the room that had sparked her interest and lingred for what felt like an hour, but was really only a few slow-paced moments.
"I do wish that they would stay like that forever."
Dora jumped as the voice spoke behind her, she turned to look down on the seemingly forever-pregnant Molly Weasley.
"Do you ever wonder if we don't finish this, if they'll have to?"
Molly maneuvered past the younger woman and sat down in the chair opposite the sofa where her two-year-old sons were currently sleeping. Dora ran a hand through her long dark hair and refocused on Molly.
"No, I don't. Because I have faith that Dumbledore knows exactly what he's doing. And you should too."
She could feel the stern look Molly was giving her without even having to glance at her. Mrs. Weasley, though only four years her senior, had become more like a mother than anything to all of the younger order members. Hell, even some of the older members had come to think of her as their mum.
"S'pose you're right, Molly. But what if you're not?"
"Then I'll be wrong, but none of us should be thinking that way. You're not the only worried person in this place, but that doesn't mean we all have to go around spouting our doubts to everyone to hear." One of the identical boys stirred softly and opened his eyes. Dora couldn't help but share Molly's sentiment that they could remain this docile for the rest of their days. He reached out for his mother who picked him up and swung him over her receding lap.
She pushed herself off of the oak frame as Molly nodded at Dora, who understood herself to be dismissed.