"Mom, why don't you come sit with dad?" Molly suggested as she hoped Dad could be the rash one if her mother freaked out. "I would say yes, but honestly, it's not." Molly sat down, she folded her hands on the table, looking at two of the most people she loved more then anything in then anything in the world.
She cleared her throat as she mental prepared what she was going to say, "As you know when Harry was" she used quotes with her hands, "dead," she then placed her hands back down on the table, "his god mother stepped in on training me, helping me in areas that I was truly weak in and well..." she nervously bit her lips knowing she was going to much up telling them.
"When Harry came back, I helped him, cause it's Harry and he's stepped up to bat for me in like everything I've done and I know I've been getting my life back together and well..." she sigh, "In the Winter Court there was a death and I was there when it happened, very near, so I was knocked out and well..." she looked pained to almost tell her parents this. "This whole time with my path being weaved with Harry's I was being molded for I believe Summer Lady, but when things went down, I happened to be near, Winter."