A\n: Hope you all enjoy this new story! Even though its another story about Arthur...under...saddening circumstances...I had the idea, and had to write it. It takes place long after the last Battle, and this is basically how I think Arthur could have ultimately died. Umm, I'm hopefully going to continue, so hope you all can give me some support and ideas....Though, my biggest accomplishment would be to just again do the best I can do with the gift God gave me, enabling myself to glorify Him with it...and, mainly, that ya'll enjoy it! So, happy reading, and have a great dayy!!!

God bless, please review, leave ideas, tips, and suggestions.

MuchLove,

Sarahhh

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Pain. Pain, was his worse enemy now. Though he wasn't it pain often, when he was, it was Hell. The fire burning deep in his chest, swelling into his stomach down to his legs, calves, and toes: It killed him. Mentally he could kick himself for the groans, moans, and thrashes...Tis all insitnct though. He was in pain, so it didn't matter what he did. Correct?

No.

Much....Still....Mattered.

Oh, yes....Much, still mattered.

"Arthur? I need you to open your eyes for me..."

"Love?"

"Dad?"

"Mhmmm...Ye....Ye....Yes?"

"Open your eyes, Dad....Open them, wide...." Pale blue eyes emerged from grey eyelids, and Arthur Weasley smiled.

"Goodenoughhhh....?" He slurred, closing his eyes slightly again and grasping Percy's hand.

"Yes, Yes, Father...Perfect...Absolutely perfect."

"Good, I've done something right." Molly smiled, tucking a strand of Arthur's loose, sweaty hair behind his ear.

" Oh, Arthur, you've done a great deal right, love."

"Such as?"

"Our children...Our beautiful children that care so much about you and are just about having heat attacks themselves right now sweetheart."

"Not a heart attack, Molly...No no no....They said its more to do with my lungs correct? Don't kill me for the wrong reasons now."

"Arthur." She sobbed quietly, falling onto his chest. He felt for her head with eyes closed and rubbed her hair and neck up and down, sending chills only he could up and down her spine.

"Molleeeeee.....Mollyyyy......Don't cry.....You know I hate it when you cry."

"I don't think its crying Arthur...its only emotion....I need you love....You know that, Hmhmm?"

"Yes, I do, Molly....I do k..kn...kn....know..." He coughed, violently, repeatedly, and covered his mouth with his hand. Molly rubbed his back sotthingly, then began patting it lightly as he continued his coughing spell for a few moments. Once he settled back in, Percy hugged him tight and sighed.

"I have to go to work, Dad...I got everyday off for three weeks except this one...So, I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? I love you, Dad." Arthur smiled and nodded lightly.

"No probleemm shon....I'llloveyou."

"Loveyou more." Percy whispered, walking out the door to the Ward.

"Dad," his mind whispered. "I'm going to make up everything I did you wrong."