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Molly Weasley
If I could protect all the world's children, I would. Over the course of the Second Wizarding War, though, I've learned that sometimes I can't even protect my own.
I know that the high and mighty gossip about us, Arthur and I, making snide remarks about our lack of wealth and Arthur's interest in muggle gadgets and how many kids we have; our family seems pitiable to them. But that impression couldn't be farther from the truth. We don't pity ourselves. We get by, we have enough, we have each other, cliché though that may sound.
Tonight, for the briefest period of time, I had my children together again, when Percy came back to us. Considering that the reason we had gathered was to prepare for battle, it sounds crazy to say, but I was so happy. Despite what others may think, I do not consider my children to be interchangeable.
That moment seems like forever ago now.
I can't believe we lost Fred. It still doesn't seem real; there hasn't been much time to dwell on it.
The twins… they were always a handful. I'm willing to bet that I've sent more Howlers than any other mother on the planet, and most of those went to Fred and George. I wouldn't have exchanged them for anything, though. They're good kids: They believe in what's right and they fight for it—and Fred died for it. Died fighting and died laughing, the way he would have wanted to go. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier to accept.
But none of my other children are going to die tonight, not if I can help it.
Bellatrix Lestrange doesn't stand a chance.