Molly couldn’t believe this was happening.
She should have, because the past few days had had her more tense than usual, completely on edge and staying closer to her family now more than ever. Her children, her husband, her brother leaving her sight made her want to run after them, take them by the hand and say, Don’t leave, not yet. It was easier with her children and with Arthur, but any time she saw Gideon, his leaving left her uneasy for hours afterward. It was only comfort from her husband that made her eventually relax. They put wards up around the Burrow once they were sure something was going to happen, and she was there when Dorcas and Benjy delivered medical supplies to their home (as well as being attacked by their gnomes). She set everything up, had it all ready and the basement locked up tight. The Burrow was, and hopefully always would be, a safe house for the Order. Whatever was going to happen tonight, Molly was sure that whoever came here would be healed and safe.
That, unfortunately, was a nice thought, but ultimately a rather naive one.
It was the tunnel in their basement that started it all. What was another battle raged on at Lestrange Manor, but Molly stayed home with Arthur and, occasionally, Sungmin. Then a thud came from the basement, and she grabbed her wand at once, standing and ushering her kids behind her. A pause showed that it was nothing but a thud, however this was disproved a moment later as the smell of dirt and rotting flesh wafted up and through the door, said door breaking open and hundreds of Inferi beginning to swarm their home as she turned to tell Arthur that they had to go, now. And oh, there were so many, with recognizable and unfamiliar faces alike. She had to ignore her kids’ screams though, had to focus on getting them out and away from the home, a safe distance so she and Arthur could grab them and go to Hogwarts–
Charlie had slipped out from behind her and was running, and Molly turned to come face-to-face with the disfigured corpse of her brother. Fabian was there, for the first time in seven months, and Molly felt frozen, unable to move. It was in that moment that he reached down and grabbed Charlie, his now-scared screams breaking her out of her small trance. “Charlie!” she yelled, but Arthur was there at once, getting him away from her undead brother before anything worse than a mere injury could happen to her child. With that the Weasleys were gone from there home, Molly catching one last glance of Fabian before her vision was filled with the image of Hogwarts. She got Charlie looked at the moment they arrived, visibly shaking but brushing off anyone who asked if she was alright. No, she wasn’t, but there were more important things to handle at the moment. Take care of the injured, keep the kids away from danger, and wait for Arthur and Gideon to get back safe and sound.
That was the thing with war, she supposed. Nothing could ever turn out happy in the end, and there would always be loss. Molly should have expected a lot of things tonight, but it was like she flashed back to October 22 the moment she saw Arthur’s face. Her heart beat fast, and she wasn’t quite sure that she wasn’t hyperventilating. No, don’t be dead, please be good news. He said he wouldn’t die, he promised.
“Where’s Gideon, Arthur?”