"Molly, now I'm sure you know why I want to talk with you," Mr. Weasley gently spoke, gazing at his granddaughter, who was sitting on the other side of his Ministry desk. "I need your help to find your dad."

Molly sighed, gazing at her grandfather's desk intently. It had been a few hours since her dad had Disapprated from St. Mungo's and nobody knew where he was.

Everyone else had gone back to the Burrow, but her grandfather had brought her to his Ministry office for a private chat. She gazed briefly over at her dad's cane and wand, which had been brought from the hospital and then back at the desk.

Molly looked up at Mr. Weasley, "My dad was pretty angry when he left," she said. "He has been through a lot and he is blaming himself for my mom's death."

Mr. Weasley nodded, "I know Molly," he said. "I need to find your dad and have a chat with him about that. It is not right that he blames himself for your mother's death and he needs help to fix himself."

Sighing, Molly looked straight into Mr. Weasley's eyes, "I'm thinking that my dad went to our house in London," she said. "Before all of this bad stuff started happening, the four of us lived in a small house there. We all liked it and thought it was safe until the bad things happened."

When Mr. Weasley didn't reply, Molly continued, "Please, Grandfather Weasley, my dad needs some help," she said, giving him a desperate look. "Ever since my mom was killed, it's like my dad died too and we need him to look after us."

"Yes, Molly, I agree with you," Mr. Weasley replied, finally finding his voice. "I know that he loves you and Lucy very much, but that he also needs help and time to properly accept your mother's death. I want to drop you off at the Burrow and then I want to go and see if I can find your father and talk to him."

Molly nodded and got to her feet. Mr. Weasley rose from his chair and, grabbing Percy's cane and wand, he and his granddaughter left the office.

It didn't take long for Mr. Weasley and Molly to arrive back at the Burrow. As they walked into the house, Mrs. Weasley rose from the table, where it was obvious that she had been worrying about Percy.

"Molly, sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and rest?" Mrs. Weasley suggested, wanting to talk to her husband alone. "Grandpa Weasley and I have to talk."

Molly nodded and, giving each of her grandparents a hug, she quietly walked upstairs. Mrs. Weasley watched her go for a moment and then rose from her chair and walked over to the sink, where several chocolate-stained mugs were piled. She looked at her husband anxiously.

"Well, Molly and I have had a talk and I am going off to find Percy," Mr. Weasley said, gripping his son's wand and cane, "Where is everyone now?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Only Charlie and Lucy, and now Molly, are here at the moment," she admitted. "After the outburst at St. Mungo's, everyone decided to go and spend some time with their families, as Percy's outburst made them think twice about taking their family closeness for granted. Charlie feels guilty for setting Percy off and is not speaking to anyone."

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Well, I had better be off," he said. "Don't let anyone go out of the house and if any of the children come, make them stay overnight. It's far too dangerous to be travelling at night."

Mrs. Weasley nodded, "Be careful, Arthur." she said, walking over and embracing her husband.

Mr. Weasley nodded and walked outside. A moment later he was gone.