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It was Christmas Eve and Molly Weasley was more heartbroken than ever. She sighed as she watched her husband chest rise and fall shallowly as he did he best to keep himself alive. He had machine offers and medications, but he wanted to be able to himself for Christmas, not having his family remember him as someone who couldn't stay alive on their own. Molly clenched his hand tighter, for the last hour she'd been willing him to wake up, and every healer that came through to check on him told her he wasn't going to make it the night. She had shaken off the quotes every time but now, well she was wondering if maybe they could be true. She turned her head and looked at the clock, it was almost midnight, and she so wanted to wish Arthur a Happy Christmas right at 12.....just like they always did. She smiled though as she turned and saw Arthur's eyes half open and that he was smiling at her. "Happy Christmas Mollywobbles." She held back tears as she leaned over and kissed him quickly before resting her head on his chest. "Arthur don't leave me." Molly sighed into his chest, all she saw was the white bed sheets, everything was white.
She woke to her quick breathing and her pillow stained with tears......He was already gone...Why did he have to keep tormenting her?