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A/N: Written for CrAzY flamINGO ' 'Inspiration of a Title' challenge over at HPFC. Enjoy!

People think that she doesn't hear their whispers, as she walks past them in Diagon Alley.

'Merlin knows she has about 20 other kids, how bad can losing one be?'

She keeps her head held high, she stops herself from turning around and slapping those ridiculous women. They have never loved a child, or lost one. They don't know what it's like.

When she gets home, though, that is when she loses control. She screams at one of her children or Arthur and pretends not to see the look of shock and pain on their faces. Anger is easier than grief; she knows how to do anger. The last time that she grieved, she very nearly went over the edge. She has never told anyone this, but the one thing that kept her together after Fabian and Gideon died was the twins.

...

She is sobbing, sitting alone in the bedroom and clutching a photo of the three of them. It is the last photo that was taken of them before her brothers joined the Order – their carefree days.

'Mummy?'

A tiny, red-haired boy has appeared on one side of her.

'What's the matter?'

The other twin has appeared on the other side.

'Oh, n-nothing, sweethearts.'

She attempts a smile, and fails miserably. Even two-year-olds can tell that she is falling apart.

'You know, Uncle F-Fabian and Uncle Gideon wouldn't want you to be upset, Mummy.'

She stares at their earnest faces looking up at her, and she knows it is the truth.

From that day on, they are the ones who find her, and cheer her up when she is having one of her sad days. They are the ones who help her through it, more even than Arthur. They are the reason that she keeps going.

...

Sometimes, she thinks that she is more important than everyone else. That she should have a special right to grieve; that none of these other people have lost more than she has.

But when all is said and done, she is just a mother who has lost a child, like so many others after this war.