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Prologue Shrivelled Roses
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"Percy, is that Erol with the mail?" Molly Weasley called out from the kitchen. Her eyes constantly flickered back and forth between the pot sizzling on the stove and the magical clock on the wall. Each morning was the same, cook breakfast and look at the clock. Alexandra's hand never flicked over to anything but lost.
Her back and forth looking was interrupted by hushed voices and a scuffle. Molly huffed and entered the dining room where Percy, Ron and Ginny Weasley were crowded around a letter.
Ron had droll still sitting on his chin from sleeping and Ginny looked like she'd been risen from the dead. Percy, however, looked like he was getting ready for church. His hair was perfectly parted and gelled down, his teeth were a pearly white and his clothes were pristine and neat.
Percy snatched the letter away from his two younger siblings. He held his back up straight and made sure not to breath to loud. Ginny and Ron ran back upstairs to finish getting ready for the train trip to Hogwarts, but Molly sat down on the couch and read the letter.
Molly was shocked to say the least. How was it that some stranger who couldn't even muster the guts to state their own name knew where her daughter was. Tears ran down the older woman's cheeks at the prospect of being able to see her daughter again. They soaked through the letter and onto her dress.
