Of course she knew that voice. By now she was sure that the whole bloody wizarding world knew that voice, but ...
"You had sure as hell hope that Ronald does not drop my grandson on his head, Harry Potter." Why wouldn't Harry have followed her to the bar? It wasn't as if she wanted to get away from their bizarre little family unit for a moment so that she didn't have to pretend that things were getting better even though it felt like it was getting worse.
Things had been bad enough after everything with James and Sirius. At least she'd still had Ted. Now, with all of this ...
She sighed, turning to face Harry fully and frowning.
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