Well... here's the next part, sorry for the delay. I won't keep you long, so go ahead and read it ;)

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When you see her start crying, just hold her and don't say a word

Continued: 25th April, 1967

Without thinking about it he enveloped her in his arms and let her bury her face into his chest.

She sobbed long and loud, the sounds muffled by his thick robe and her tears seeping into the fabric. Arthur didn't care. His heart was aching along with hers. He hoped with every fibre of his being that he could comfort her.

But still he didn't speak, knowing it would do no good to try and talk to her now. He didn't want to upset her further.

As few passing second year boys stopped to stare, and Arthur gave them his most protective look. They scurried away, casting glances over their shoulders, seemingly shocked. He wasn't usually someone who intimidated them.

As soon as they were gone, Arthur turned his gaze back to Molly.

He led her to the nearest armchair and sat, pulling her onto his lap. Molly fell onto him easily, and continued to sob.

Over her head he saw Dede climb back through the portrait hole, looking concerned, but he shook his head and indicated Molly. Though she looked very worried now, she dropped it, and left again, shooting Arthur a supportive glance.

As soon as she was gone, his eyes were on Molly again, his hand moving in soft circles on her back. After what seemed like eternity to Arthur, worried out of his mind, Molly pulled back and looked at him.

"I- I'm s-ssorry," She tried to say, her full lower lip trembling.

"Hey, that's okay." He whispered. "What happened Molly?"

She snuffled and looked around for something. He didn't hesitate in flicking his wand and pulling a tissue from the end. Molly dabbed at her eyes and curled deeper into his lap.

"It's just my brothers." She spoke so softly he barely caught it over the babble of the common room.

"They keep on talking about fighting, and y-you-know-who." She sniffled "And they talk about that- that Order all the time; the one who wants to stand up to the Dark Lord."

Arthur's brow furrowed and he stroked her hair as she continued.

"I know it's for a good cause, and they have the best intentions. I wouldn't mind seeing that git taken down a peg or two... but- but they're my brothers Arthur."

She looked up at him again, eyes beseeching.

"And I'm so, so worried about them. Who knows what could happen if they join."

Arthur cupped her face and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"Miss Molly Prewett, I know your brothers, and I doubt there's a death eater out there who could take them down."

Molly half-smiled, but her teeth were still worrying at her lower lip.

"And they haven't joined yet Molly. It'll be okay in the end." When she said nothing he had to continue. He had to make her feel better. "Isn't Dumbledore the one in charge of that group?"

Molly nodded.

"He wouldn't let them join; they're barely out of school, Molly."

She sighed, the flow of tears seemed to have stopped, and leaned against him.

"I know, but I can't help but worry."

Arthur kissed her again and held her close.

"I understand."

And with that they were silent again, sitting still for another ten minutes before Molly dried of her eyes, took a few gulping breaths and announced she was ready to go the Great hall.

As she began to walk Arthur took her hand in his. There was no way she was going through this alone.

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