The Prewett Brothers' last day. Oneshot.

“Look at the rainbow, Charlie!” Bill cried. “That means something good’s going to happen.”

[She didn't know how long she would have to hold them, but it didn't matter. They needed her. She needed them. Molly Prewett rocked her baby brothers to sleep.]

He's leaning against the statue of Boris the Bewildered with a practiced sort of ease that reminds you distinctly of Sirius, his hands stuck in the pockets of his robes. "I like you, Narcissa," he says, and you hate the way your name sounds on his lips.

It would have been a good year...12 months Fabian Prewett never lived.

Gideon Prewett learns to let go.

They bury her two weeks shy of her twentyeighth birthday, and she doesn't look herself. Funeral flowers thread the air and it is only in death that Marlene McKinnon does not smell of ash. DARK ONESHOT.

That Fabian Prewett and his brother died like heroes is little consolation to a girl who will never wear her wedding dress. How Fabian Prewett's watch came into Molly's possession and why she saved it for Harry. DH Spoilers.