Molly sighed. "It wasn't just yelling. Yelling, I don't even hear anymore." She let Arthur turn her, and stepped into his arms.
"Sirius had blood on his shirt. Jamie and Ron looked absolutely murderous. I can't even think about them fighting..." She tried for a deep breath and managed a wavering one.
"It's worse than a Boggart," she said after a moment. "I can't bear the thought of this family fighting among itself. I can't lose another son, or grandchild, or someone I think of as family just as much. Arthur, I can't..."
She held tightly to her husband, her rock, as she tried to regain her calm. "I can't do this. Not after being so close to losing Jamie."