Molly loved Harry. She truly did. She had meant it when she said he was like a son to her. She never once begrudged Harry the difficulties his friendship caused them. She would lay her life down for him any day. She could put up with her mail being searched and the protective charms placed aound her house. And as great as her fear of You-Know-Who was, she would still put up with the fear and danger in order to keep Harry safe.
But this was too much!
All the shouting! All the crying and screaming. Arthur's hands dug into hers until his nails poked into her skin. Her ears were ringing and her heart was thumping.
Arthur lunged forward, his hands desperately grabbing at air. Molly grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into his seat.
Honestly! She knew Harry meant well... but did he really have to introduce Arthur to 3-D cinema?