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I had to admit, seven of me was a bit odd, but if it was just one of the minor steps we had to take to stop Voldemort, I was willing. The fight was gruesome and Mad-Eye was lost, and it hit us all hard. But I knew he was in a better place, and that he deserved it. Sighing, I walked into Molly Weasley's warm embrace. Her eyes were stained from tears, but I knew why. George had lost an ear on the way back, thank God no one else was lost though. I hugged her tight and she smiled as she released and went to go hug Arthur, who's eyes were also pained. He saw the love in his eyes though as he held her like the floor beneath him would collapse if he let go. "It's okay Molly, he's perfectly fine, still amazingly function able we didn't lose him Mol." Molly sniffed. "I kn, know Arthur, it's just terrible. He's so adorable, so handsome, is sti-still I mean, oh Arthur." He patted her back and rubbed her shoulder in soothing circles. "C'mon Molly, lets go discuss tonights' actions." He put his arms around her and walked into the living room. Soon, they all filed in and sat to talk. They needed to now. One was lost, and it wasn't even yet, the Final Battle.
