A/N: Hello everyboy, I'm back with this story, which I wasn't sure of how to continue without spoiling it too soon. I hope you'll like this part, because part 3 we'll be posted sooner than you expect.

Thanks for the few reviews and all the follows. ENJOY ^_^

*** RB's review answer (because she/he didn't leave an e-mail I could send a reply to): don't worry, I don't think my final portrayal of the characters will disappoint you but, I think you judged too soon. In the first part of this story Arthur accuses Severus while being angry because of his wife being attacked, so I didn't want to make a big deal of it, as I didn't. The accusation hangs there, Albus ignores it because he trusts Severus and knows that's just an angry man rambling, while Minerva notices there's part of truth there not because of the accusation itself but because of Severus reaction to it. She sees further because she really knows him, not like Albus, who only uses him. [That's the point of view I use for this story to make some sense].

MOLLYWOBBLES
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Part 2
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Professor McGonagall waited for the last student to leave the classroom before entering the dungeon. Severus was preparing the ingredients and vials for his next class when she walked in, unannounced.

"Minerva," he called her name when he noticed her standing in the middle of the cold room, "tell me, what barbaric act have my students committed this time to bring you down here," he said, with that hint of sarcasm that irritated and amused her at the same time.

"As hard as it is to believe," she said, copying his tone and then spoke seriously, "it's not one of your pupils who brings me here. I came because I thought you'd be interested on knowing that Molly woke up this morning."

"Is that all?" he questioned trying to hide any interest on the matter.

"Yes," she answered, "Albus and I will be going to St. Mungo when the classes are over if you want to join."

"And why would I want to do that?" he pointed out very rudely.

"Nevermind," she muttered, turning around to leave the room, obviously upset, "I just thought you'd like to know, nothing else," she added loudly so he could hear.

Severus watched her march to the door but before she crossed the frame, he talked.

"Did she say anything?" he asked.

"Like what?" Minerva wondered turning around to look at him.

"I don't know..." he regretted asking.

"She didn't say your name, if that is what's worrying you," she said.

"Why would that worry me?"

"Because you knew she was going to be attack," she stated, "maybe because you even were there during the attack!" she raised her voice, irritated, "How would I know when you don't want to talk about it?"

"I didn't attack Molly," Severus confessed.

"Alright, then, tell me what happened," she begged walking towards him, "let me help you deal with this."

"There's nothing to deal with," he replied dryly, "I knew it and I didn't prevent it, that's all you need to know." He concluded, "Now, if you please, I have a class in five minutes."

"If you want to push me away, just say so, but don't try to make me believe you are like 'them', because I know you're not," those were her last words because at that same moment a group of students came through the door and Severus had to keep his reply to himself as Minerva walked away.

Molly opened her eyes being in a strange room. It didn't take long for her to realize it was actually a hospital room and that she wasn't alone. Her husband was sitting on an armchair right next to her, snoring noisily and using his cloak as a blanket.

Feeling her entire body sore, she tried to remember how she'd got there, whatever had happened to her to end up needing medical care and, suddenly, it all came to her mind.

She remembered being at home, she remembered a group of masked men in her living room, she remembered trying to run away and being caught. Their voices suddenly echoed in her mind as if they were standing in the room, a feeling of fear invaded her body and, suddenly, her skin began to remember every stun she received, every bruise, every touch from their filthy hands.

Molly began to cry, and the snoring coming from the armchair stopped.

"Molly?" her husband called her name as he stood up to have a better look of her, "Oh, Molly! My dear Molly!" he exclaimed, hugging her strongly as she kept crying more and more, "I thought i'd lost you forever!" and now them both were crying.

"I'm sorry," he listened to her voice mumble among her sobs, "I'm very sorry…" and he broke their embrace.

"No Molly," he said in a tone that almost frightened her, "I don't want to hear you say that ever again. If anyone should be sorry, that would be me," he admitted, "if only I had been home…"

"You could have done nothing," she said, ·they were three, and more powerful, they…" her voice broke as her crying increased.

"I know, I know…" Arthur tried to calm her down, "we'll get over it," he said, drying her non-stopping tears with his fingers, "together," he added, and he held her hand to kiss its back, but Molly gently got free from his touch before his lips could brush her skin, and put her hand away. That gesture brought an uncomfortable silence between them for a moment, that Arthur fearlessly broke gazing at her eyes, "I love you, Mollywobbles," he said, "no matter what."

It was dark outside when the hospital room door opened to let professors Dumbledore and McGonagall in.

"Arthur, would you step outside with me for a while," the school headmaster asked when he considered it was polite to, "Minerva will take care of Molly in the meanwhile."

"Of course," the father-of-seven said, following the old man to the door while the two women stayed alone.

"How are my children?" Molly asked as soon as the door was closed.

"They know nothing," Minerva answered, "so they are as good as ever."

"Good," she said, "they don't need to know what happened."

"Molly," the transfiguration professor changed her tone, "How are you really doing?".

"I don't know," the mother-of-seven replied, "I don't feel as painful as the doctor pictures it," she explained, " but I have this strange sorrow in me that I wish I could get rid of…"

"You must give yourself some time, Molly," the Deputy headmistress of the school said, "you are a very strong witch, but you are still only a woman. You don't overcome something like this from day to night."

A knocking at the door interrupted them and Arthur came in, alone.

"Where's Albus?" Minerva asked.

"I asked him to leave," he answered angrily.

"What did he say to upset you? Molly asked from the bed.

"He wanted to come back tomorrow to interrogate you," he said outraged, "after what you've been put through, they want to treat you like a mole."

"Why do they want to interrogate Molly?" Minerva wondered.

"They think she might have given information about the Order to them, so they want to know what she said."

"I said nothing to those men!" Molly yelled, "I swear."

"I know, sweetheart," Arthur reassured her.

"And how exactly are they planning on doing that?" Minerva wanted to know more.

"Legilimency, I guess," Arthur explained, "but it doesn't matter, because I told Albus there's no way I'm letting them treat my wife like a criminal."

"Arthur, I don't have anything to hide, I'm sure Albus means no harm," Molly tried to calmdown her husband.

"No, Molly," Minerva interrupted, "they have no right to make you relive those memories using legilimency. I am sure there's better ways to do this."

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