Molly drew a breath. The people she knew, the people she was looking to find weren't always nice people. But what could she do? What could she say? Alex meant well, and there was something to be said for safety in numbers.
"All right. I don't even know if I'll find anyone." She tried to smile. She really could use some guidance from Harry right about now, but Harry was already dead and where ever he went, Molly refused to consider the thought that he might have gone to hell. So he'd made mistakes, and maybe he'd hurt people along the way, but he'd always tried to do the right thing, and he always tried to help people, especially people who couldn't help themselves, and that meant he had to go to heaven. not hell, never hell.