The Unknown Grief of Molly Weasley
I haven't exactly had the easiest life. I was only a young girl when my brother, Fabian, was murdered. Even school had its downside, but, at the end of the tunnel, there was a glorious ray of light; a ray of light named Arthur Weasley. Little did I know that, although Arthur himself would never hurt me, that the consequences of our love would come back and bite us again and again. But I knew we would get through it; he would make sure we would.