Family Tradition – Arthur

"Try and put yourself in my unique position"

The wall was blue. St. Mungo's believed in soothing colors in the waiting areas. It was much nicer than plain, stark white of the rooms. As the wall slowly swirled to green, Arthur felt a light touch on his shoulder. He slowly glanced up into the worried face of his oldest child. "How's Mum?" Bill asked. Arthur's eyes glazed over as he looked at the ever-changing colors of the wall. "The healers aren't sure she's going to make it. They aren't sure any of them are going to make it".

Arthur thought of the brief interview he gave to the Daily Prophet. He spoke of his pride in his family fighting for the side of the light. And he was proud. He IS Proud. But the cost was so high. It was so very high for all of them. His wild twin boys—dead. His dragon tamer of a son—dead. Ron, Ginny, and Molly all clinging to life in separate rooms. As the wizarding world celebrated outside this building, Bill and Arthur sat and watched the colors change on the walls. "It is rather soothing" Arthur thought. And time marched slowly on for those who waited.