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A\N: sorry if it's a little well, unique, I've never seen anyone do a Ghost Whisperer and Harry Potter crossover, but, like Stages of Grief, this is a Molly\Arthur fic, the only difference is its not usual for Harry Potter. For this story you will have to act like Harry Potter and Melinda Gordon, just completely and perfectly go together. :) Well, please review? Hope you enjoy!!!!
The Order was distraught with waiting, Arthur had died two weeks ago, but they all 'felt,' him, so they had called I a medium. They were all also aware, though, that a medium, was a muggle thing, and that Arthur would've been proud, to say the least. Soon, there was a knock on the rustic wooden door, and Remus moved to open it. Molly turned her head and the thin, brown haired girl smiled at her. She'd immediately stamped her as, 'the widow,' due to her tear-stained face and shaking. Molly got up to greet her and Melinda shook her hand, smiling the big smile she always did. Molly nodded and threw her arm to the side, telling her to take a seat. She walked into the parlor as she was told and greeted the rest of them. Soon enough they were all seated. "So, I was asked to some here by you? Correct?" She addressed Remus. Remus nodded. She leaned up a little bit and looked at him. "Well, I'll need to know a little bit about what happened." She looked at Molly. "Maybe about him?" Remus nodded and Molly bent her head down, tears soaking her tissue which lay on her lap. "Well, but, umm.." Remus shifted uncomfortably in his seat." "Don't you just, well, see them?" Melinda nodded, but replaced her smile with a sad expression. "Normally, but he's not here right now." Remus gulped, not here right now? He didn't understand." Molly looked up and for the first time spoke. "Would you like a picture?" Melinda smiled and nodded. Molly and her stood and they had taken a few steps before Melinda stopped, and turned eerily, looking off into space. Molly looked at Remus and he nodded, so did Tonks, though Alastor looked at her like she was off her rocker, give him a break! He knew better than to think you could talk to the un living. Arthur was dead, that's it gone, he wasn't coming back and they were trying to hold onto him, it just made it harder. Melinda sighed and looked at Molly. Arthur was standing beside her and she stared at him, he stared back, as though testing her, like he wanted to play game. She studied him out of the corner of her eye and addressed Molly. "Was your husband tall?" Molly nodded. "I'm assuming he had red hair, like you?" "Exactly like mine." Melinda nodded, and looked to the floor, which was soaked with blood, and then did she realize his stained and torn cloak. His eyes were heavy and he looked at her as though he was sorry. "How did he die?" Tonks looked at her but recovered quickly and answered. "It was a snake, during his guard hours." "Would any of you answer me truthfully if I asked if he was in pain." No one wanted to answer in front of Molly, they all knew he was, but then Molly spoke. "I reckon he was, I hope not for long, why? He wouldn't be in pain now, right?" Melinda shook her head quickly. "No, no, but, he is here now. Maybe we can get that picture though, maybe you have his wand too?" She eyed him then looked at molly as he vanished and the glass window in the kitchen burst. "I'm not exactly sure what he wants see."