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The face of the young woman kept wandering through the mind of the young Harry. Even Ron and Hermione started to notice when their friend kept staring to nothing particularly with a loony glance. A smile placed itself on the freckled face of his best friend. ‘Daydreaming Harry?’ he mocked Harry because his thoughts were flying off again. The little redhead placed himself in the brown seat that was facing the fireplace. The girl with the beautiful brown wavy hair sat herself down on the floor, looking up to her friend who never even saw them sneaking up. ‘What?’ Harry mumbled confused. Hermione her face frowned as she saw the expression. ‘Where is your head at Harry?’ she said with a severe undertone hidden in her voice. Without a hesitation Harry took out the picture he kept in his pocket. The picture that he couldn’t let go off. One swift moment his eyes met again with the honest blue eyes the women owned before he handed it over to his best friend. Hermione gave it a quick look before Ron grabbed it rudely out of her grip. ‘Who is she?’ Hermione asked with a calm voice while Ron examined the moving photograph. He shook his head, indicating that this women was also mystery to him. A fast tap of moving shoes filled the whole room. Molly, who was cleaning her filthy hands on her apron walked up to the three youngsters. ‘Dinner is almost ready.’ She said melodious as she reached the living area. With an annoyed countenance she smacked Ron’s feet of the armrest while she put her hands on the back of the seat. ‘What are you looking at now Ron.’ Her eyes spread when she realized the faces were not those of strangers. ‘Oh dear.’ She whispered while her hands dug themselves into the leather that covered the seat. Hermione turned her back so she could see Molly’s face turn white. Ron followed her lead and looked into the confused eyes of his mother. ‘Do you know her mum?’ Molly took her hand of the seat and carefully shook her apron as she tried to stabilize herself. She took a deep breath as she conjured a smile on her round face. ‘Of course I knew her Ronald. Everyone knew Ally.’ She interrupted her flood of words to, again, make sure she wouldn’t show her inner emotions. ‘You’re uncles were quite fond of her.’ Harry knew Molly rarely spoke about her two brothers, and when she did, it broke her heart. But even though he knew it would make her cry he could not stop it. ‘Do you know what happened to her?’ he asked quite fast. Immediately he regretted his words. Molly clamped her lips on each other while her eyes became rather glassy. ‘She was murder quite soon after Gideon and Fabian.’ Mollys hands found themselves on her lap as a form of consolation. Her thoughts sauntered whilst she tried not to let go of some teardrops. ‘A lot of people died that time.’ She turned herself around as her always joyful face faded until a sad gloom covered her face. ‘A lot of good people.’ She hesitated, not knowing whether to walk on or to tell the story she had laying covered up in her head. Hermione shared a brief look with the young Harry before she used her soft words to try to calm her down. ‘Are you ok Molly?’ Ron shared the same worried look as Hermione towards his mother. He knew she would cry herself to sleep tonight. She never wanted to talk about her brothers, because she knew it always touched her heart. ‘Of course I am.’ She turned her head for a quarter and looked down on them. ‘Of course.’ She repeated herself. ‘I’ll go check on dinner.’ She murmured before she started walking slowly towards the kitchen of 12th Grimmauld Place. Harry knew he had asked the wrong question.