In the end, after everything, they have each other.

Molly and Arthur are hardly apart the days leading up to the funeral. They cling to one another, silent except for Molly's sobs, watching as their children pick up the pieces of the shattered world around them.

They watch as Bill tries to take the lead, to make the decisions that need to be made. They watch Fleur fuss and clean and bake. They almost feel bad that their duties have been passed on to others. They would if they could feel anything but grief.

They watch Charlie rage seethe at the unfairness of it all. They watch Percy as he is swallowed by grief and guilt. Molly and Arthur try to ease their son's pain. But they fail and in the end, cede their duties to others who can help more than they can.

They watch Ron become the man they always knew he was. They watch as he becomes the emotional center of the family, stable when no one else can be. They watch their baby girl disappear, a woman appearing in her place. Suddenly, overnight, Ginny becomes hard lines and womanly curves and brown eyes that look a decade older than they are.

They watch George fade. They can do nothing.

They watch Fred being lowered into the ground. They can do nothing.

A month after the funeral, Molly and Arthur Weasely sit in their living room, holding hands.

In the end, after everything, they have each other. They remain unbroken.