Fear


Shakily, she pulled open the drawer, already knowing what she would face. There was a screeching, soft hiss, and something invisible slid from the chest to the floor. She stepped back, and pointing her wand, kept her focus on where she thought it had landed.

Crack.

There lay Arthur, face down. A strangled cry tore from her throat, and her wand became shakier.

"Rid – Ridi –"

Crack.

Bill. Tears began pricking her eyes, and she could feel hysteria rising in her.

Crack.

Charlie.

Percy.

Fred.

George.

Ron.

Ginny.

Harry.

"Riddikulus!" she moaned through her tears, yet the Boggart refused to leave.

. . . . . . .

Molly

feared

that

it

was

real