Of course, Harry was sure that Molly would enjoy the attention regardless of the cause. Cunts, the whole lot of them. They could barely see past their meagre pockets and positions, so who would doubt the Weaslette had simply snapped and then decided all her problems were muggle-born in origin? Their quasi-religious adherence to Dumbledore would keep them from falling too far. But, unfortunately, Harry knew that there was nothing he could do about that. It was frustrating. Intensely,  maddeningly so. She refused to worship the ground that Dumbledore walked on, especially after his many years of ignoring her real issues with the Guardianship he’d sponsored.