Arthur was pacing the hallway in front of the doors to the OR. His thoughts were in turmoil. He was on the verge of freaking out and it took all his willpower not to do so in front of Molly. His wife looked pale and her eyes held a haunted expression. If he wasn't strong for her now, she would not make it through the long hours of waiting. Instead, he tried to remember some happy moments with his little girl. Almost instantly his mind presented him with the picture of Langston as a toddler standing in her crib with her chubby fists holding tight to the railing.

"Dada", she said again and Arthur felt tears coming to his eyes as he remembered.

"Dada." Her deep blue eyes were searching his.

"Dada"

"DAaada!" He still didn't answer her...He was shocked...It was her first word...He was her first word...And he hardly ever got to see her because of work and late nights...Yet Dada was still his baby girl's first word.

"DADA!!" she had screeched, and Arthur had to give into his daughter then. He walked over to the crib and picked her up, holding her close to his chest.

"Arthur?" Molly asked quietly as she came to stand beside him as he stared at the big double doors at the end of the hall.

"Yes?" He asked, coming out of his revrie.

"Are you alright?"

"Yea, I'm fine." He replied unsurely, shaking the memory from his mind and smiling at his wife. She nodded, to tired and worried to question him, and she squeezed her hand before nodding again and going to sit down in the waiting are where she had been. When she finally sunk back down into the seat her own thoughts came swarming through her mind...They weren't necessarily memories that were filled with happiness, but more so wonderings filled with guilt. Why hadn't she ever noticed her daughter was off color!? Why hadn't she noticed the naps she took everyday, the little she ate at every meal, the anger that would consume her when she began wheezing after playing ball with her Daddy and then couldn't breath...

Why?

Why hadn't she recoginized?

What could she have done to prevent this from taking this completely different and agonizing turn? She began sobbing, scolding herself for being such a horrible mother, and after a few moments Arthur came to sit beside her.

"Molly, what's wrong?"

"Me, Arthur! Me is what's wrong! How could I be such a horrible mother!?"
"Who told you, you were a horrible mother?"

"No one...I've come to the conclusion." she wiped at her eyes and Arthur stared at her.

"What're you talking about, Molly?"
"The fact that I'm a horrible Mum to our daughter...How could I not have noticed ever that she had a heart condition!?" Arthur glared at her.

"And you think I didn't ask myself the same thing the second they told us? I felt the exact same way...I felt like a horrible father for not knowing."
"I was around her more, you worked..You didn't see her daily habits...I should have caught it."

"I was around her enough to realize the little things! But I never paid mind to them! I just figured they were normal kid things or that she had asthma or that she was just tired alot....How do you think I feel?" Molly shrugged.

"I feel like such a prat of a mother."
"I feel like arse." Arthur added, rubbing his temples as he leaned his elbows on his knees and bent his head down in concentration. Molly rubbed his back for awhile and sighed....

How long had they been sitting there? She wondered...

Surely their daughter would be out soon?

Had Arthur had to wait this long for her also?.......

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The blood flow was so minimal that the healers had quite a hard time getting Langston's heart to start again. The small amount of blood that was flowing though, was thin and quick and they couldn't get her veins together in the right amount of time, nor the stitching of the holes. They took care in working their hands though so that they could move quicker, and ignoring the fact they were becoming covered in blood because they were stitching her up haphazardely to get it over with before more blood came, they continued working. One of the stitches pulled lose and the healers pulled it out and set to work with a new one. Soon, the hole was pulled together tight and they smiled in satisfaction. Holding hope that the operation was a success and no remnants of her previous problems would be found, they started her heart.

It did nothing...

For a moment.

But then, all BUT the beating of her heart, was silent.

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Molly had gone to get coffee for Arthur and her when finally, Healer Cambell came out of the O.R. Arthur shook his hand, seeing as Molly had been the only one to meet the surgeon, and he smiled warmly at Arthur, yet he had a darkended gleem in his eyes.

"Take a seat Mr. Weasley." It wasn't an offer, or suggestion, more of something he wished for him to do before giving him news of his daughter, and Arthur did so as the healer came to sit beside him.

"You're daughter's operation ended well...But the beginning and middle weren't as smooth. We had problems stopping her heart and then we had problems starting it...But, it finally did, and we have high hopes she will recover with flying colors. You will have to watch her though, because the medication we had to give her for pain and numbing will make her blood thin out, and her blood is already quite thin. Since its so thin, it rushes past the walls of her veins, and therefore will cause her unpleasant feelings of nasuea, a bit of pain, and the feeling that something is rushing or, however she'll explain it, inside of her. Don't freak out, just inform us, and we'll try and find a potion that suites her needs. Other than that, the actual operation went well...But the end had one complication that I need to tell you about...." Arthur nodded, and the healer continued.

"We had to connect to different veins together, because one collapsed. That was a fault on our behalf, and I'm sorry for it but we-"
" A FAULT ON YOUR BEHALF!?!" Arthur stood violently and came nose to nose with him.

"A FAULT!? A FAULT INSIDE MY DAUGHTER!? IN HER HEART!?" He pushed his wand against the healer's chest and glared.

"How does it feel to have my wand in your chest!?" He asked angrily and the healer sighed.

"Mr. Weasley, please calm down..You're daughter is ok it just might take her a bit longer to wake..And, I'm going to have to tell you that whenever a young person has heart surgeyr there are risks and we have high hopes she'll make it and be fine but there's always a chance..."
"A chance?" Arthur backed away, his heart probably feeling worse than even Langston's had.

"There's a chance? A chance my daughter won't live?" He repeated and the healer swallowed hard....He knew exactly how Arthur felt...Seeing as he had been the same age as him when he had lost to his daughter to medical conditions, and a mistake on the surgeon's behalf also.

"I'm sorry Mr. Weasley, I just have to tell you so that you're aware....This condition wasn't caught as quick as we hope it to be and everyone is at risk after surgery..Especially your daughter because of the fault and because of the progression of it." Arthur nodded numbly.

"You're daughter is in my thoughts and prayers...You and your wife may go stay with her now...I'll come to check on her later on tonight or early this morning." Arthur nodded again as the healr turned away and instead of going straight to Molly, he turned and ran to his daughter's room.