A\n: I saw Half Blood Prince last night, and got this idea. :) Isn't that how plot bunnies work!?! :P Hope you all enjoy, and that I write it ok, because it was an amazing scene. Please review and leave ideas.

God bless

Molly, Arthur, Remus, and Tonks walked to the front door of the Burrrow. It was getting late, and Remus was getting antsy. He smiled vaguely at Arthur and Molly, then turned to look out onto the Burrow's grounds. His inner hunter smelled no fear, but fight, and this only added to his nerves. He heard Tonks tell Molly that the beginning of his cycle was always worst and he mentally nodded his agreement. But no...he smelled something else too, something he hopd they all could so he didn't have to break to them on his own, that their protective charms around their little Burrow, had seconds before, been ravished by Death Eaters. He didn't have to tell them, though, because his words were stopped immediately, by fire shooting through the reeds, and engulfing the grounds in a shimmery orange circle. Before he knew it, Harry was running past them and he heard Arthur yell for him, wondering what the man was truly feeling for the boy.

ARTHUR'S POV

Harry ran past me, and for fear something would happen to him or my family, I yelled for him. He didn't respond, so I stayed in one place, unable to move for I didn't know what to say or do in one split second. Though, before I could take another chance to think, my little girl ran past me after Harry, and as an emotional and physical reflex, I ran after her also. I screamed her name, running fast through the reeds and muck. Death Eaters were at every corner, but I was running so fast, hexing so much, and focusing on finding my daughter. Determined, to find her and keep her safe.

"GINNY!" I screamed again, waving my hands violently to knock down the tall, towering, reeds. I came into the watery hole were Ginny, Harry, Tonks, and Remus were, and I suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Your safe." I barely had time to tell myself, and try to whisper before I heard glass crashing and saw black strands flying threw Molly and I's bedroom window, down to the kids rooms, and our bathroom. Ginny was safe, the kids were safe or so I imagined...and even though it was selfish, they were no longer my focus.

"molly." I whispered, taking a moment to tell myself nothing had happened...taking a moment to try to believe nothing happened. Finally, my fear overwhlemed me and all I knew was I needed to see her, hear her, and feel her.

"MOLLY!" I yelled, racing right back through the reeds I had just ran through.

"Moll...moll....molly....MOLLY!" I panted, running faster than I had for even my daughter, though I didn't know why. I finally came back into full view of the house, where I again felt safe, and spotted Fred and George, then, I saw her. I kept running until my arm was around her. She didn't seem to notice me though, she was staring up at our house, engulfed with and in flames. I knew what she was thinking, about all of our memories, and besides that, what we were going to do.

This house was all we had.

I leaned over and kissed the top of her head, and squeezed her tighter as I held her tight in one, strong arm. I couldn't handle what my thoughts had been when I thought something had happened to her...I couldn't remember it was all a blurr. All I could remember was the need to love her and kiss her and hear her again. She had mothered and loved my seven children, and cared for myself quite more than I did sometimes. She was everything to me, and in a moment I thought I'd lost her to some low life, evil and demented Death Eater.

In that moment, when the windows exploded and I thought she was still over there, I was prepared to kill, but now, as I held her tight, and whispered encouraging words as she stared tearfully up at our house, I was prepared now, to comfort. I knew she needed me, and whenever she needed me, I came running.

It had been Christmas again, and even though we had the spirit for it, I understood the horrid feeling of losing her well in my chest and stomach and mind. I understood how she had felt with my attack now, and I knew their was only one word to describe losing one another, even though it was a rougher word, and it didn't show much love, their was one way that showed how we both had felt: Repulsive.