It had been a bright day at the Burrow. Molly walked in Arthur's directions, fixing up the flap of his black suit. Neither had the energy to speak to each other as Arthur only kissed down Molly's forehead lovingly, for though they never really knew their third born, his death truly felt like a death of a son.

It tore Molly's heart when Marjorie reads Camilla's confession on the chronology of her abuse and murder on Percy, she had itched to storm in that witch's cell and shred her to pieces herself, let her feel what Percy felt. But it won't be the same, it'll never be the same. She's a grown-up, her mind isn't so gullible and feasible anymore. The Ministry decides Azkaban for life should be enough, but not for her. Not for that child abuser and child murderer, she should at least get the Dementor's kiss.

She had chosen to bury him with his two stuffed animals, Scabbers and Hermes. Hermes had been a gift from Arthur whilst she didn't know where did Scabbers come from. She had thought about giving them to their kids but she couldn't. Her son had loved them and been buried with them, they should be buried with him. Be his friend, Hermes can be the connection between him and them.

Telling Fred and George about Percy's existence and his upcoming funeral was a difficult thing to do, Molly turned her head to the direction of the coffin to see that neither Fred nor George left eyes on the coffin, one hand holding the other very tightly, the other hands touching the coffin, utterly silent for the first time in their life. Molly can't blame them, they're supposed to have one more older brother. Next to them was a high chair for Ginny, just sitting and playing with her stuffed unicorn.

Bill and Charlie had been allowed home, and as guessed, Charlie had the same thought and wanted to shred Camilla to pieces himself. Though, Bill seemed to be more composed. Or he's just too emotionally tired to freak out anymore, Molly can't tell which is which. He seemed so pale upon coming, forcing a smile at times. Now Bill looks so empty, whilst Charlie offers him a glass of squash, holding one for himself. Ron was running around until Charlie forced him to sit with them. Though, Molly can see the grief and sorrow in Bill's eyes.

One by one the guests start coming in, Molly tried to look specifically for a family of two brunets and one blonde, the Woods. Oliver Wood had been his best friend and Katherine Wood had been the Muggle Auror who figured out he was abused and figured he was possibly murdered, not missing. She wanted to thank them personally for looking out for her son when she couldn't. She also wanted to thank Audrey, Penelope, Rose, and Rachel, but since they're all Muggles who are unaware of the wizarding world- unlike Katherine is- she'll have to settle with only Oliver and Katherine.

"Hello, Mrs Weasley," Molly was greeted by Druella Black, behind her Cygnus Black III, Lucius, Narcissa carrying Draco Malfoy to her hips, and a house-elf. Molly hadn't wanted to invite Druella Black, but she was his adoptive sister and, according to Camilla's and Livvy's confession, one of his favourite persons to hang out with. She also warned Arthur to at least remain civil with Lucius throughout the day, just for their son. Druella handed her a stuffed monkey. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Molly smiled at her, accepting the stuffed monkey. "For being there for him."

"I'm sorry-" Druella shook her head. "He's my brother, how could I have not known?" Druella bit her lip. "I'm sorry, I'm talking about myself here."

"No, it's alright," Molly denied. "How was he like in his life?"

"I'm probably not the best person to answer these since Livvy spends the most time with him, but if you want-" Druella sniffed. "He was cheery, very loyal to my father. I remember once offering him to stay with me when he was five, and he refused. He didn't say why, but I know it's because he doesn't want to make my father nervous. He's quite overprotective of us. Bellatrix urged him to open the chocolate frog box she got for him and complimented whatever card he got as a distraction. He loved those, but he loved lemon pie the most."

"That sounds beautiful-" Molly nodded, ignoring the tears threatening to come again.

"It was-" Druella nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. "He also hated the dark. Every time I put him to sleep, the lights must always be on and if they're off, he can immediately wake up-" Druella chuckled with sadness in her voice, looking at the coffin.

Molly didn't say anything, staring at the coffin. She didn't realise Druella's was calling her until she shook Molly's shoulders. "Hey, are you alright?"

"I'm sorry-" Molly shook her head. "Was a bit lost there, can you continue?"

Druella didn't look too convinced but does it regardless. "His favourite person wasn't actually me, it was our father. Our father nicknamed him 'knight'. In fact-" Druella bit her lip. "Can you add 'our little knight' in his tombstone?"

"Come with me." Both Molly and Druella slowly sneaked to the tombstone prepared as the priest starts his speech, meeting his tombstone. Molly crouches down, staring at the white marble tombstone that Druella had donated.

PERCIVAL IGNATIUS ROSIER (WEASLEY)
22 AUGUST 1976 - 16 MAY 1984
ALWAYS LONGED AND ALWAYS LOVED

Molly picked up her wand, carving 'OUR LITTLE KNIGHT' on the tombstone.

"I wish I had brought pictures of him-" Druella shook her head, crouching next to Molly, her hand on her shoulders. "I'll bring them the next time I visit here, how's that sound?"

"Wonderful."

"Let's go back in." Molly nods as she stood up, heading back inside with the older woman, sitting next to Arthur and the twins. She held Arthur's hand, her eyes never leaving the coffin, not really hearing what the priest has to say.

"Oliver!" Molly's head turned as she heard a woman whispered loudly, seeing a blonde woman calling a little brunet who's starting to stand, ignoring his mother. That must be Katherine and Oliver Wood. Oliver pulled away as he rushed closer to the coffin. "Come back here!"

"He hates the dark," Oliver declared loudly as he approached the coffin, his voice breaking. Molly felt constraint in her chest, hearing such grief in a young boy's voice. Oliver's hand stumbled as he tried to force open the coffin. "Why are you forcing him in the dark? He hates it!"

"Oliver, let's go-" a grown-up copy of Oliver- Haslet, Molly presumed- stood up as he wrapped his hands around his son, pulling him away from the coffin. There were cries of protest and Oliver punched his father a couple of times to try to break free, but eventually, Haslet forced him back on his chair, both Haslet and Katherine whispering words to his ears as they try to calm him down.

"Molly, they're going to bury him," Arthur said. "We should go."