Saerian came back, annoyed. Not in a form Molly--or anyone, really--had seen before. Not unless they were around thousands of years ago.
He stretched across the sky in a kind of black sheet of sparkling web, menacing and beautiful at the same time. Without a body, this was what Saerian looked like. He knew damn well what Molly was doing, but she wasn't taking up his time anymore than anyone else who was currently dreaming was. His attention was fully divided.
"I really think you might want to reconsider taunting me."
He'd made Harry quite scared, he knew. Simply by mentioning something simple. Something Harry hadn't said aloud to anyone. He didn't have to be violent, or incredibly blatant to hurt people.