Late at night, in the kitchen at Order of the Phoenix headquarters.
Mrs. Weasley stared blankly at the freshly made cup of hot cocoa, lost in thought.
"What's wrong, Molly?"
Mr. Weasley draped the cloak in his hands over his wife's shoulders and asked with a frown.
Mrs. Weasley's shoulders trembled slightly. She turned to look at her husband and lowered her voice. "They really did that?"
Molly simply could not accept that her sons had done such a thing.
"You should know very well what the British wizarding world is like. If this Wizarding War keeps going, sooner or later they'll all have to face it." Arthur knew what his wife was worried about and gently reassured her. "Don't worry. They'll be fine. You should trust Albert. That boy is steady and doesn't like taking risks."
"No, I just..."
Molly set down her cup, her voice trembling. "I just... think it's terrible. You know, I really don't want them to... kill people."
She knew exactly what kind of people her children were.
Fred and George might have been mischievous troublemakers, but they were still good people.
Yet ever since they had proposed that shocking plan, Molly had been filled with unease. She truly could not understand why Fred and George had become so extreme. She feared they would embark on a road of no return because of it, and feared even more that it would ruin their futures.
"No one likes killing, but... sometimes, if you don't kill others, they'll kill you. We're not Dumbledore, after all. We can't be like him..."
Mr. Weasley's lips twitched slightly. He knew how foolish Molly's thoughts were, but he could only soothe her in a gentle voice.
After all, Molly was his wife.
Arthur knew that his wife was not normally a