It was a long, cold, black corridor.....barely, was Arthur able to see his own hand in front of him. He was tired, and worried about Molly....but he pressed on, doing his bets to stay awake.
He didn't really know how it happened.....he had fallen asleep and heard someone come to wake him up....he heard a click of heels and felt a small kiss on his lips.
"I always wanted to do that." a sweet voice whispered and he fell silent as she walked away....none then 7 minutes later, after a fitful dream about him and Molly fighting.....and his attack...(seeing as his admirer had just happened) he awoke to agonzing pain in his leg....torso....chest. He fell back, seeign as he had been in the process of standing....and his last word uttered before he fell into black silence, wasn't for his wife as when he ahd a nightmare it always was, but instead for someone close by.
"Come back." he whispered to himself, trying to gian the woman's attention again, though she was long gone....
"Come back.....come back....come back...ahhhhh." Blood drained from his wounds and he gasped, his coma-like state then taking over.
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Molly was hanging over the toilet in the loo being sick, her hangover was a lot of fun! ;) She laughed as Tonks talked to her, still not over the affects of alcohol, and Tonks tried to steady her as she stood, but just then, Lupin burst through the doors of the bedroom.
"Tonks! come quick! the order needs you...at the ministry...Arthur's been attacked." Tonks led Molly to the bed and looked over at her.....she was asleep.
"Remus...someone needs to stay with her."
"I know.....Minerva is. The rest of us have to go.."
"what happened? how bad is it?" she asked, always trying to look at the positive.
"He's dying Tonks....he's not going to make it...he just can't....can't possibly...you need to come with us so we can do everything we can...he's slipping."