She sat without thinking about it, her fingers plucking at the hole in her pants where blood still seeped out. This wasn't right. Something wasn't right. This guy had never been in her nightmares before. She'd never seen him. Ever. Her mind didn't just create people, let alone men like him.
"Which one?" There was more than one of Harry's secrets that Molly was privy to, but the question was said with distraction.
Wait.
Her mind. This was her mind! HER dream! Someone was in her dream. In her mind. And he wasn't welcome here.
Her eyes went hard just before they snapped up to Saerian.