A\n: well, I am writing this out of my own frustrations. My aunt and uncle are heading for the amazing rode called divorce, and their children, boy and girl are the same age I was when my father left, the blessed age of 8-9. Their little girl is the one that wrote that little oneshot that was up here. Anyway, I really don't like Arthur and Molly as anything but a refuge for myself. I've prayed for my aunt and uncle many times, but sometimes you wonder why God, 'let's,' things happen? Well He doesn't…he makes things happen. Even parental probs. He doesn't cause problems, he fixes, but Satan really screws with people. Anyway, I've done a lot of asking God why…even why my own father left, but now, I understand…tis to help my cousins to whom I have never felt closer to. Arthur and molly are such a safe place for me, my safety in the midst of thinking of my parents, or aunt and uncle. Funny how all of this comes into play. I never even cared about Arthur and molly until 2007. I fell in love with Arthur, (cus of my darling father) when I read all about the weasleys, I LOVE my Dad to death, but I don't condone or appreciate what he did….obviously. and it kills me knowing my cousins may feel the same. Anyway this is an Arthur molly story, because when I suddenly fell in love with them, and THEN realized Arthur was supposed to die…..oh gosh, fate twisted me. I'm still praying for my aunt and uncle, and I hope they make it through, but even if not, one day I'll show my cousins this story, and I'll bring them closer knowing we're in the same perfect little boat we call Life these days. Brilliant?!!!

It was cold at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Perpetually freezing…actually. Molly Weasley sighed as she drew her robe closer to herself, tying a knot in the middle. Everyone was at another meeting for some people in the Order that couldn't make it. So, minus Sirius' mother, the musty refuge of Grimmauld Place was molly's. Arthur was on guard tonight, and molly knew he should be home anytime now…considering he took anytime to come in! Molly calmed her thoughts, but she was angry. She understood late, it was a cursed war they were fighting! But never did she understand the hours her husband left her wondering if he was alive…but she realized he might not have even paid attention to time…which only brought about a different bout of depression…..why did her husband not care to be home to see her when they could both be dead tomorrow? Both be snatched by the war or followers of the one they were set to bring down?

Not a minute later, the doorbell rang, molly walking to open it. She'd be running, had it not been the aching feeling in her heart, that it was so late, she didn't care to see the man he loved that much when he didn't bother to think of her the same way…or so she thought.

"Molly." He settled for saying warily as he tried to smile. She shut the door behind him and yawned.

"Now that your home I can go to bed. I've been up awhile now." She said, hoping he'd catch on…but to no avail.

"Sorry dearest, you didn't have to wait for me."

"Yes Arthur…I shouldn't have…would've been unfortunate if I was up until tomorrow when they finally found your body! If you were going to be late, for Merlin's sake Arthur you could've called….could've flooed…..you could've let me know you were OK." Tears were now streaming down her face and Arthur reached his hand out to her. She snatched it back to herself, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"No….don't touch me. Your three hours past the time you've been home for the last week…..and you didn't even call….if you wanted to touch me that bad when you were working you would've just let me know you were going to be late. An I love you, I'll be Ok…and be home a little later, would've been perfect not this Arthur…never this…you've never done this."

"Molly, dear..let me explain."

"No..i don't want you to explain I just want to go to bed. Your fine, and thank God for it because since your off tomorrow, we can handle then." She left the room with no kiss of assurance, no hug he was offering and he sighed, settling for the couch he'd be sleeping on…..though probably without the actual sleep part….he hated fighting with his wife…he loved her more than anything and nothing she had in her mind was true…not to slightest. His father had always taught him to resolve his fights, but now…the sun was down. As was his wife and himself. He prayed a last silent prayer of serenity and thanks and tried drifting into a sleep. His dreams were creepy and disturbing… one of an attack that had never happened to himself, but as he awoke and walked to get a glass of water he felt as though the snake was still rubbing against him. As he grabbed the cup a shooting pain flew through his hand as the fang had released in his abdomen and before he could even remember they were fighting, he yelled for his wife. Molly came downstairs, her eyes still half closed.

"Arthur, what is it I was sleeping i.."

"Molly I have to do back-to-back guarding and I don't feel right about it."

"Then don't go…but don't do it just because of me…..I've adapted to being without my husband for long periods of time." She replied, going to the sink to pour herself a glass of water.

"No..it was like…a dream….it was odd……I just don't know…your good with that….if I don't feel right about it what should I do."

"Arthur," she started tiredly then she looked at him.

"I don't care what you do." She replied defeated and he retreated.

"Ok then." He replied hoarsely and he sighed., walking back to the living room.

"Well…goodnight love…."

"Goodnight, Arthur." She said coldly as she walked upstairs. He watched her until she was gone…then she sat on the couch….he hated fighting with his wife..he didn't seem as though he cared if he died tomorrow because he was so broken….to wrong he was.