A\n: Alright, hope you all enjoy the new Reckon chapter! Read and review, please!? And, Andrea, I wrote some of this while I was at school and I couldn't help but think of the previous Warning chapter....I was at lunch eating strawberries when I was working on this chapter....LOL!
GodBless

Sarah

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Arthur Weasley clutched the hospital blanket tight in his hand...He was waiting to be taken back for the cure of his lycanthrope. He was cold, and not even the blankets could keep him warm. He was on blood thinners so the lycanthrope in his blood stream didn't get in the way of the cure, and he was on another different potion to keep his fever at bay if he got one while being violently cured. He took a deep, calming breath, and tried to stop his hands from shaking but, he couldn't, and he didn't know why. He tried instead just focusing on something other then the situation, like his family, ir tinkering with his muggle toys in the shed...but then somehow his mind strayed to working, and he just decided to lie his head down and stare at the stark white ceiling until a healer came through the doors to meet him.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." He said happily. Arthur sat up and shook the healer's hand firmly and smiled also.

"How are we feeling? Fever? Pain?"

"No, not at all."

"Good...good...no pain when you get the blood thinners, less pain during the cure...most likely all you'll feel is pressure where we press down on the mark werewolf's wound on you, and many different emotions."
"Sounds fine...I'd do anything worse just to be rid of his lycanthrope.."

"I hear ya!" he laughed and Arthur furrowed his eyebrows as the healer began taking out the I.V that was in his arm, and giving him another potion.

"You hear me? So.... you were a lycanthrope?"

"Yehpp....cured two days ago.." Arthur's eyes widended and he smiled at him.

"Will you be doing my cure?"
"Yes I will...."

"good." Arthur replied...he felt safe with this healer. the healer smiled and nodded pulling up the bed railings and wheeling Arthur's bed into the smallest ward at the end of the hall. It was marked "Lycanthrope Exam and Cure Center." Arthur sighed and the healer turned the lights off in the room leaving only a dim one shimmering with the no light atmosphere. Arthur looked up at the ceiling as the healer opened his hospital gown in the front chest area and down to his torse\pelvic area. Arthur gulped but remained still as the healer washed his hands then continued.

"Well, I need a few moments to fucs on releaving you of this disease...in those few minuttes or so flashbacks of everything you;'ve done to hurt anyone will come back to your mind...memories, feelings, etc. Since you are only a week old lycanthrope, i trust there's only possibly one thing you've done that's hurt you and maybe someone else?"
"Yes." The healer nodded, scribbling on a chart then laying his hands on both sides of Arthur's wound, one at the tope near the chest, one at the bottom, near the pelvic. Arthur closed his eyes and the healer spoke again."Arthur, you're going to feel pressure where my hands are...the harder the mycanthrope is to cure and the longer it takes, the more my hands become pushed into and on you..it's just how the spell works and the physics...so, are you ready? no pain should be involved minus your flashbacks."

"Ok...I'm ready." The healer nodded, mumbled a spell, and Arthur felt the healer's hands seemingly glue to his chest and pelvic area. He gasped quietly but settled down quick and the healer pushed a bit harder on him, causing pain as his hip bone was forced against his skin. The healer continued mumbling until he pressed down hard again..it took a few moments before he pressed down a bit harder...then harder again...and Arthur could have groaned in discomfort and agony, though he held it in. The healer pushed down again and Arthur's felt lightheaded, and blacked out for a second, before his flashback took him.

He was not surprised to be brought back to him sitting beside Molly as she held back tears, and trying to control the urge to finish what she'd rudely interrupted...though guilt washed over him a milisecond later....he had hurt her?...Yes...he had hurt her. His MollyWobbles..His love, the only one he had ever cared for more then the world and himself...he had hurt her.

He tried to embrace her, but stopped of his own accord and rested back against the headboard, waiting for her to speak. She looked over at him with teary eyes, taking deep, uneven and rasping breaths. It shattered his heart into bits and pieces he didn't know could ever be shattered.

"Arthur?" He was overcome with love when he heard her soft, melody of a voice, but then his feelings turned again to that of guilt.

"I hurt you, Molly...I hurt you Molly..I did...I hurt you..." Molly stared at him and tears now fell.

"It's okay, Arthur." She reached out a hand to him and he violently pulled away from her, standing.

That is when he had hurt her....Hurt her worse then physically....hurt her emotionally and greatly. She had then broken into angry sobs, but he mistkened them for pain, and he had come to embrace her finally. But feeling her warm skin, and not being in her and loving her made his stomach churn....she had pushed him away quickly, violently, rudely, and instinctively....He loved her....And he would never hurt her again, though he had hur ther much in doing what he had...

He could have kicked himself could have screamed...
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"Ugh!" Arthur awoke gasping to the face of Lora and she grabbed his hand.

"Dad?" He turned slightly to see Molly and Bill on his other side. Bill walked over to Lora and put an arm over her shoulders, as Arthur focused his eyes only on Molly. She smiled at him, happy tears in her eyes.

"You did amazing, love...you made it out and through it fine....It worked....They cured you......"

"what about Remus?" Molly looked at the floor...

"He's been a lycanthrope for quite some time...and...he pushing the curse out of him hurt vital organs due to the lycanthrope roaming through his body....it ravishes anything and..they didn't stop it in time.....he probably won't make it the night..Tonks is with him...." Arthur fell back on the pillows, staring at her.

Why did he get to live for his beautiful family...

When Remus had none yet?

And why, he asked himself...

Dad bad things happen to such good and young people?....Voldemort and his Death Eaters were the answer....to everything now a days.