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Post by Molly Weasley on May 8, 2011 20:48:31 GMT
Molly sat on the sofa in Muriel's living room. She came here early afternoon to spend some time with Muriel since they hadn't seen each other in awhile. The rest of her family was at the Burrow which was hard for Molly. Whenever she was apart from her husband or children, especially in the times they were in now, she had that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong. Nothing usually ever was, but it still was there.
Today was no exception, that feeling was there pressing on her every thought. Her magical clock that let her know if her family was safe was back at the Burrow, so she didn't even have a sense of relief to hold on to.
Molly, they are fine. Calm down.
She let out a sigh as she stared out the window. She had to keep her thoughts straight before the horrible thoughts and images plagued her mind. Her family was everything to her, and sitting here waiting for them was worrisome, she needed to do something.
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 9, 2011 13:22:40 GMT
*It was not long after the battle. He had returned to the Ministry and been given the task to help the Weasleys. His first duty would most likely be the hardest of all. He traveled to the home where Mrs Weasley was known to be staying and knocked on the door, taking a deep breath to calm his shaken nerves.*
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Post by Molly Weasley on May 9, 2011 15:26:55 GMT
Hearing a knock at the door, Molly's heart sunk. She didn't know who it was, but her worrisome nature made her fear for the worst. Muriel's house was protected by basic protective spells, but Molly still drew her wand.
Shakily she opened the door and looked at the man in front of her, letting out a short gasp of fear.
"What...?" Molly was confused. Where was her family?
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 9, 2011 15:43:48 GMT
*He was a little surprised to see a woman brandishing a wand and asking 'what', but it was probably no more than he should have expected.*
*He spoke softly and slowly, with a hint of emotional pain in his voice.*
Mrs Weasley. My name is Edgar Ashwood, I am from the Ministry Law Department. May I come in?
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Post by Molly Weasley on May 9, 2011 17:44:14 GMT
Seeing that it was someone from the Ministry made Molly lower her wand. But the fact that it was someone from the Ministry Law Department made her know something had to have happened. As she stared at him the she tried to push the horrible extremes that could have happened out of her mind.
"Of course, of course," She muttered ushering him in. "I just put a pot of tea on, would you like a cup?" She asked with a shaky, unsure smile. Trying to be polite was hard at the moment, when her thoughts were whirling. The painful knot in her stomach had tightened considerably as she tried to brace herself for whatever news he was here to give her.
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 9, 2011 17:56:07 GMT
*A drink might have helped, but he felt it would be inappropriate to take anything from her. He also felt it best to not have any excuse to stay too long either.*
No thank you Mrs.
*He followed her into the lounge and took a seat on the sofa.*
You may want to sit down.
*He was hating every moment and he had not yet got to the worst part.*
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Post by Molly Weasley on May 9, 2011 19:03:32 GMT
You may want to sit down. That phrase was one of the worst things he could have said. Sinking into the nearby chair Molly looked up at Edgar. "Pl....." Her words were choked off. "Please don't tell me that someone....died." She said in an almost whisper. Her mind started to reel. Her family had to be safe, she had to convince herself of it. She could feel the tears start from the back of her throat. Normally Molly was a pretty rational person, but with the possibility that her family's safety was in jeopardy, threw that rationality out the window. |
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 9, 2011 19:40:28 GMT
*She had gone straight to the mark. He had hoped to try and soften the blow by easing the news in, but now it seemed like a case of tearing the plaster off quickly.*
I'm sorry Mrs Weasley. There was an attack on your home. It has been destroyed and...
*He took a breath for his nerves again.*
your daughter Ginevra and her boyfriend Harry Potter were killed.
*He fell silent, reasons and excuses filling his mind, none that would be enough to satisfy anyone.*
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Post by Molly Weasley on May 9, 2011 23:02:59 GMT
I'm sorry Mrs Weasley. There was an attack on your home. It has been destroyed and... *He took a breath for his nerves again.* Her heart sunk as he said these words. Her home....gone? All her memories.. But homes were replaceable. Material objects, not her family. As he paused, Molly knew there was more to come. She had that sinking feeling that it was worse than her home being gone. In anticipation for his next words she dug her nails in the arms of the chair she was sitting in. your daughter Ginevra and her boyfriend Harry Potter were killed. As those words left his mouth, Molly's world froze. Her baby girl, dead? Harry, dead? It couldn't be real. No. This had to be a dream. "My, my, my" She choked out and a numbing tightness filled her chest. "No. No. NO!" Her worst fear had happened, her daughter and almost son, dead. Gone forever. Molly didn't know what to do. Her life seemed to have crashed down all around her. She began breathing rapidly, in frenzied disbelief. |
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 9, 2011 23:10:47 GMT
*He had little idea how to comfort the woman at this stage. It was a lot to take in for her.*
The rest of the family are safe, and we will do all we can to help rebuild your home.
*The words felt empty. Nothing would console her.*
I am truly sorry. We did all we could.
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Post by Molly Weasley on May 19, 2011 3:43:32 GMT
"But..But, where are they? Is the attack over? Where is my family?" Molly was getting to the point of hysterics at the moment. Her only daughter.....gone, forever. And what about Harry? He was as good as her son, killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She looked up at Edgar in grim defeat. "What am I to do?"
Molly looked down at her wand. If there was attack still going on, she would leave, she would go and help her remaining family. She wouldn't, couldn't just sit around and wring her hands waiting. She was a woman of action and had to do something.
"Are the Death Eaters still there?" She asked trying to keep the hysteria out of her voice. She was determined to protect the rest of her family. It was who she was.
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Post by Edgar Ashwood on May 19, 2011 12:13:10 GMT
*He shook his head, still with a glum expression.*
The Death Eaters have left. Everyone has gone, there is nothing left for them there now. The rest of your family are safe and will be with you soon I am sure.
*He paused awkwardly.*
If there is anything else at all the Ministry can do to help?
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