They were getting closer, her magics not forcing them back as much anymore. Fear gripped a hold of Molly like Mouse did with a knotted up sock, but she didn't give in to it. She was here for Harry because he needed her. Finally needed her! She wasn't going to let him down because of that.
Then suddenly the vampires all ceased attacking, screaming out in pain and fear that Molly felt dance across her senses. All of them were dying. All of them. All at the same time, and it wasn't a pleasant death. It was a pain that killed them from the inside. They couldn't touch it. Couldn't heal it. Molly felt all of it, experienced each death as their heads or stomachs exploded.
All of those deaths left a scar each on her mind for as sensative as she was. Molly screamed as she felt her sanity shred just a little bit. It dropped her to her knees.
Through the haze she saw a figure approaching her. This part of the dream wasn't true. Wasn't a real memory. She knew it, but it was happening. She blinked through her tears and huffed in astonishment, a smile forming on her face as she recognized Harry.
Who looked on her as if she were one of those Red Court vampires as he lifted his pistol, aiming at her.