The old and tatty sofa in the Burrow had always felt ever so comfortable. Generations upon generations of wizards and witches sitting on it had certainly worn it in. Each person had left their own... Indent on it, their mark on it. Molly sat with her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably at the loss of her son, the tears ran down her arm and dripped off of her elbow. She had seemed okay, holding up her tough exterior for the family but once she was all... Alone, she could not help but cry. As the hardwood creaked underneath your feet, you made your way over to her. As she heard your approach, which was impossible with the cracks and moans of this house she tried to wipe the tears off of her face and hide her red and puffy eyes.

"Oh y/n *sniff* I did not see you there!" You could easily see through her brave but obvious facade.

"It's okay Mrs. Weasley-"

"Please, call me Molly, we have known each other long enough..." She managed to force out a smile which seemed oddly real, something you had not seen since the passing of Fred.

"Sorry Molly. It's okay... You don't have to be brave around me and nobody else is here." Her face twisted and contorted into a typhoon of tears and snot. She leapt onto you and wrapped her arms tightly around you until you almost could not breathe.

"I'm sorry, look at me." She pulled a handkerchief from the sleeve of her old and bobbly jumper and wiped at her face."Don't you think just because your fiancé went and died does not mean you get out of the Weasley family that easily...you are here to stay!" She raised a very shaky finger to you and tried to laugh as she normally would, but instead just burst out into tears again. This time it was you that shrouded her as she dropped onto the sofa.

"It will be okay Molly..." You tried to comfort her but it was hard trying to fight back your own tears at losing your betrothed. "It isn't like he has even left... Ginny opened a cupboard earlier and set off a booby-trapped dung bomb, hence the fact that everybody else left. You're going to be finding stuff all over the house for months and every time you find one, it will remind you of him. Nobody is ever truly gone until people stop thinking about them and Fred... Nobody is going to forget Fred."

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Written by Aaron.