Disclaimer: I own nothing.
If you guys want this one to live, go vote for it in the poll. I won't say much, so you guys can start reading and see if you like it.
Love always,
Avoline
Fred stepped out of the floo and into his home. It had been a long day at the shop, made longer by the fact that his loving wife had to go to a Muggle doctor today to figure out why she had been so sick lately. It worried him greatly cause she couldn't eat without throwing it all right back up. He hated seeing her so sick. She was miserable, and he hoped that maybe the Muggles would have an answer for him.
"Hermione," he called, searching the kitchen and living room for her. "I'm home." He made his way to the bedroom door to find it ajar.
She was standing next to the window, staring out. Her eyes were puffy, like she had been crying. Her breathing was shaky, and he knew then that something was wrong.
"Baby, what's wrong," he inquired softly as he neared her side. She took a deep breath before meeting his gaze.
"They did a few scans a took some blood for a few tests," she answered. "The scans revealed a large mass on my liver."
"And," he pried, not understanding what she was hinting at.
"Fred, a tumor of any kind on one's liver isn't good," she cried. "Your body can't function without your liver." He stared at her, confused, until he finally processed what she was saying.
His wife was dying.
"No," he breathed. "Hermione, no." She covered her face with her hands, and he could faintly hear her sobs.
"I'm sorry, Fred," she apologized. "I wish there was something I could do." He pulled her into a hug, fighting back the tears that rested on the edges of his eyes.
"We'll get through this, 'Mione," he whispered. "We'll do whatever takes to make sure you have more than enough time. You deserve a full life."
Please, Death, take me instead…