Molly Weasely
Arthur was never home anymore. The kids didn't want to be home anymore. She wanted to be home. Home was safe; home was where her whole life was. There was nothing but home to her.
Except now, her home was on fire. It was burning, turning to ash before her eyes. Her children and husband were there, watching with her.
George and Fred were, for once, not smiling. Ginny was staring into the flames just like her mother. Ron was turned away looking at Hermione Granger. Bill and Charlie were away, and never came to visit. Arthur was clutching her shoulders and wheezing heavily.
Harry, her adoptive son, was crying. She didn't think anyone noticed he was crying, as no one ever noticed much about Harry. Nothing that was real or true. But there were tears running down his face. He looked beyond his seventeen years. He'd seen lifetimes in those seventeen years.
Molly thought he was crying for the same reason she was. For the loss of the only home she had ever know.
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