That afternoon, Mrs. Diana didn't go home.
She headed straight for a place she had been avoiding ever since Clara came home from the hospital: the Weasley family home.
The large gate swung open slowly. The guards looked surprised to see Mrs. Diana step out of the car unaccompanied, without a smile, and without any preamble.
"I want to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," she said coldly. "Now."
Her tone was not a request.
A few minutes later, she was standing in the house's spacious living room. Mrs. Weasley sat with a tense expression, while Mr. Weasley stood near the window, his back stiff.
"We've heard the news," Mrs. Weasley said first, her voice cold and defensive. "But don't make accusations without proof."
Mrs. Diana glared at her.
"My daughter was kidnapped from my home," she said slowly, emphasizing every word. "I was knocked unconscious by a stranger. And the only person who stands to gain from Clara's disappearance is your son."
