Molly thought that she experienced the most humiliating part of all of this, only to learn how very wrong she was. To visit her youngest son the aurors thoroughly searched her and the small basket of comforts they allowed her to bring. They brusquely escorted her to a stone room with a metal table surrounded by two metal chairs. Ron sat at the table, his hands cuffed to short chains attached to it. "Mum, you came," he breathed.