11. Code Blue

Molly made it safely to the next bathroom before sliding to the ground and sobbing heart-wrenchingly. How could she have thrown away her marriage with Arthur with a quick kiss which probably meant more to her than to Albus? She was so stupid! Sobbing harder than ever before in her life, Molly cradled her stomach, and the child within, and fell to the floor. There she lay while a numbness crept into her, making her indifferent to the coldness of the tiles, the end of her marriage, the anger of her eldest child ... even the soft swirls of her unborn child in her abdomen.

Albus was pacing the lobby. An uneasy feeling had grabbed his heart in a vice-like grip and he couldn't shake the foreboding of something horrible happening. He wasn't sure who it concerned or how he could stop it. Normally this feeling of foreboding usually centred around Harry ... but that couldn't be! The boy was safely tugged away at Grimauld Place Nr. 12. So who was it?

Then a horrible thought struck him and he ran out of the lobby and towards Arthur's room as fast as his legs could carry him. Bursting through the door, he searched the room frantically for Molly but couldn't find her. All he saw were the accusing, hateful eyes of Arthur Weasley.

"What do YOU of all people want here? Do you have to gloat over the fact that you stole the wife of a crippled man?" Arthur asked hoarsely in clipped tones.

His yelling at Molly had taken its toll on him and his heart beat frantically and his breath was erratic to say the least. Contrary to his words he had pushed himself up on his hands and glared at Albus fiercely, willing the man to leave his room and life all together. If Albus really wanted Molly for himself, he would have to fight Arthur for her and he wouldn't go down without a battle. It would be a short battle but he needed that for his own peace of mind.

"Where is Molly?" Albus questioned, not really paying attention to Arthur and the deathly glares being shot at him. His first priority was to find Molly and see that she was safe ... he could deal with Arthur later.

"None of your damn business," snarled Arthur, gritting his teeth and wishing for his wand to kill the older man.

"For Heaven's sake, Arthur, she might be in danger!" Albus yelled now as well and glared at the cripple in bed. "I have this feeling ..."

"Yes, probably an itch in your pants!" Arthur shot back, losing all respect for the formidable wizard.

"Since you don't want to help me I will have to look for her myself."

With that Albus turned on the spot and shot back out through the door, slamming it shut behind him with such force that pieces of the ceiling came down.

Running down the hall back out to the lobby, Albus stopped to catch his breath and looked around the room for the plump, red-head woman, but she was nowhere to be found. Albus took in a deep breath, furrowed his eyebrows, and turned back to the doors to the hallway, about to go back on the route near Arthur's room to look for Molly, but the medi-witch at the front desk stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Sir," she began, "Visiting hours are over ... I let you out but I can't let you back i..."

Just then her wand glowed bright blue and she gasped. Turning away quickly and running through the double doors she had just forbidden Albus to run through, she went in search of room 477 ... The room in which a code-blue was being called ... The room, in which, Arthur was.