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Chapter 10: Hospital Visits and The Funeral
Harry trudged to Dumbledore's office with the rest of the Weasleys, in silence. There was nothing to say. When they reached the stone gargoyle guarding the circular room, Hermione gave the password softly and they all entered without another word.
Dumbledore was sitting in an old rickety rocking chair at the far side of the room. "Floo powder?" He asked holding up a jar. Fred came forward first and took a pinch. "All of you better hurry. Your Aunt Denise is already waiting at the Burrow." They all nodded and soon everyone was gathered in the Weasley kitchen.
Harry heard a loud voice call from upstairs. "Oh! Children! It's so nice to see you again." A skinny woman dressed in green robes came running down the steps. She stopped and smiled with tears in her eyes. "It's been so long since I've seen all of you. Years! Fred, George you look just like your father." Tears spilled over her cheeks as she hugged each one of her nephews and finally her niece in turn.
She stared at Harry and Hermione for a second before hugging each of them too. "Oh! You must be Harry Potter and Hermione Granger! Molly has told me so much about you! Now, why don't you all go up to your rooms and get settled? Later, we can have lunch and then go visit your mother."
The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione hurried upstairs. Fred and George retreated silently to their room. Hermione followed Ginny into hers and Harry followed Ron all the way to the top of all the staircases.
Harry set his bag down and Ron lay on his bed looking more exhausted than Harry had ever seen him. Harry desperately wanted to talk about something normal, anything to take his and Ron's mind off of their current situation.
"So...er.is that your dad's sister?" He questioned softly. Ron looked up at him and stared for a moment before answering.
"Yeah." He whispered. He went back to picking at his Chudley Cannons bedspread. Silence filled the room. There was really nothing to say. Both of the boys were lost in thought about Mr. Weasley.
Suddenly, Harry heard a quiet knock at the door. Ron made no move to get up, so Harry went and answered it. It was Hermione. "Hi." He said softly. It was almost becoming a rule that you weren't allowed to speak loud.
"Lunch is ready." Hermione said in the same tone of voice. Harry and Ron joined her and the rest of the Weasleys for sandwiches and pumpkin juice. The meal was a silent one, but Harry didn't mind much. He really didn't know what to say.
After they were all done eating, they used Floo Powder for the second time that day. Harry was anxious to see Mrs. Weasley. He wanted to look at her and say, "Okay, she's fine." When they all reached the hospital, Denise went up to the front desk, asked for Mrs. Weasley's room number, and then preceded to make her way towards the room, children in tow.
Harry entered Mrs. Weasley's confined hospital room, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her. She was sitting up in her bed, attempting to look cheerful. It broke Harry's heart to see the tears cascading down her cheeks as she and Denise spoke of what had happened. Harry wasn't really listening to what they were saying until he heard his name.
"Harry.dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, again trying to sound jovial.
He stepped forward. "Yes Mrs. Weasley?"
"I don't want you thinking this is your fault. Or any of you." She said pointing to each of her children and Hermione in turn. "Arthur and I chose to fight against Voldemort. We knew of the possible consequences." Silent tears formed in her eyes at the mention of her late husband's name. "I'm glad we did what we did to help and when I'm back on my feet, I will continue down the same path." She smiled at them. Fred and George didn't seem keen to have their mother in the path of danger, but for once they did not speak their minds. They knew of Mrs. Weasley's stubborn streak. Once she was set on something, she wasn't going to back down.
At that moment, the door burst open. Harry swiveled around to see Bill and Charlie entering the room. "Mum!" Bill cried out. "I'm so sorry it took us so long! I had to tie up a few loose ends and then Apparating here took a while and-"
"Oh hush, dear." Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "I'm fine." The rest of the day went by in a whirl of sadness and hurt and sometimes happiness. They shared memories of Mr. Weasley and all the good times they had had with him. Harry laughed as Ron told of Mr. Weasley's obsession with cars.
Sitting in bed that night, Harry tried not to think of the loss, but of what had survived. He found that it was a lot easier to suffer pain and hurt when your friends supported you throughout the whole thing. He wondered if he and Hermione were helping Ron get through this tough time in his life. He hoped so.
The next day was Mr. Weasley's funeral. Harry and Ron woke early, and put on their dress robes to prepare for the ceremony. Once again, the house was silent. Denise had gone to St. Mungo's to get Mrs. Weasley who was being discharged that day. When Mrs. Weasley arrived, she fussed over everyone's dress robes, cutting a few threads off of Fred's and fixing Charlie's collar. The funeral came faster than Harry would have liked. One by one, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys passed by Mr. Weasleys casket. They then sat down, waiting for the beginnings of the ceremony. A wizard priest stood up after a moment and began to speak.
"Arthur William Weasley was a great man who loved helping other people and." Harry tried hard not to listen. It was easier that way. He looked around at all the people who had arrived. Many of their schoolmates had taken the day off from Hogwarts to attend. Harry saw Seamus Finnigan sitting with his father. Neville was with his grandmother who was fixing the collar of his dress robes.
Harry couldn't help it. He started listening to the priest again. "And now Molly Weasley would like to say a few words." Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley rose from her seat and walked up to a podium in the front of the room.
"My husband, Arthur Weasley was a kind and gentle man. He was a great husband and father. His children adored him and I did as well. We all loved him so much. He will be greatly missed." She broke down at her own words. Tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks. Bill ran up to where she was leaning against the podium for support and helped his mother back to her seat.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Weasley relatives came from all over to visit and to mourn with Mrs. Weasley. By the end of the week, Harry thought that Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny looked to be feeling a little bit better. Their mother had a way of making them see that it would all be okay. Her intense optimism even improved Harry's mood.
Harry was glad to be returning to the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. Hopefully it would take his mind off of things, though he wasn't sure. Strange things had been occurring this year. Miss Figg's arrival being the first. Harry wasn't sure that he would be able to rest easy for a long time.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing
Chapter 10: Hospital Visits and The Funeral
Harry trudged to Dumbledore's office with the rest of the Weasleys, in silence. There was nothing to say. When they reached the stone gargoyle guarding the circular room, Hermione gave the password softly and they all entered without another word.
Dumbledore was sitting in an old rickety rocking chair at the far side of the room. "Floo powder?" He asked holding up a jar. Fred came forward first and took a pinch. "All of you better hurry. Your Aunt Denise is already waiting at the Burrow." They all nodded and soon everyone was gathered in the Weasley kitchen.
Harry heard a loud voice call from upstairs. "Oh! Children! It's so nice to see you again." A skinny woman dressed in green robes came running down the steps. She stopped and smiled with tears in her eyes. "It's been so long since I've seen all of you. Years! Fred, George you look just like your father." Tears spilled over her cheeks as she hugged each one of her nephews and finally her niece in turn.
She stared at Harry and Hermione for a second before hugging each of them too. "Oh! You must be Harry Potter and Hermione Granger! Molly has told me so much about you! Now, why don't you all go up to your rooms and get settled? Later, we can have lunch and then go visit your mother."
The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione hurried upstairs. Fred and George retreated silently to their room. Hermione followed Ginny into hers and Harry followed Ron all the way to the top of all the staircases.
Harry set his bag down and Ron lay on his bed looking more exhausted than Harry had ever seen him. Harry desperately wanted to talk about something normal, anything to take his and Ron's mind off of their current situation.
"So...er.is that your dad's sister?" He questioned softly. Ron looked up at him and stared for a moment before answering.
"Yeah." He whispered. He went back to picking at his Chudley Cannons bedspread. Silence filled the room. There was really nothing to say. Both of the boys were lost in thought about Mr. Weasley.
Suddenly, Harry heard a quiet knock at the door. Ron made no move to get up, so Harry went and answered it. It was Hermione. "Hi." He said softly. It was almost becoming a rule that you weren't allowed to speak loud.
"Lunch is ready." Hermione said in the same tone of voice. Harry and Ron joined her and the rest of the Weasleys for sandwiches and pumpkin juice. The meal was a silent one, but Harry didn't mind much. He really didn't know what to say.
After they were all done eating, they used Floo Powder for the second time that day. Harry was anxious to see Mrs. Weasley. He wanted to look at her and say, "Okay, she's fine." When they all reached the hospital, Denise went up to the front desk, asked for Mrs. Weasley's room number, and then preceded to make her way towards the room, children in tow.
Harry entered Mrs. Weasley's confined hospital room, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her. She was sitting up in her bed, attempting to look cheerful. It broke Harry's heart to see the tears cascading down her cheeks as she and Denise spoke of what had happened. Harry wasn't really listening to what they were saying until he heard his name.
"Harry.dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, again trying to sound jovial.
He stepped forward. "Yes Mrs. Weasley?"
"I don't want you thinking this is your fault. Or any of you." She said pointing to each of her children and Hermione in turn. "Arthur and I chose to fight against Voldemort. We knew of the possible consequences." Silent tears formed in her eyes at the mention of her late husband's name. "I'm glad we did what we did to help and when I'm back on my feet, I will continue down the same path." She smiled at them. Fred and George didn't seem keen to have their mother in the path of danger, but for once they did not speak their minds. They knew of Mrs. Weasley's stubborn streak. Once she was set on something, she wasn't going to back down.
At that moment, the door burst open. Harry swiveled around to see Bill and Charlie entering the room. "Mum!" Bill cried out. "I'm so sorry it took us so long! I had to tie up a few loose ends and then Apparating here took a while and-"
"Oh hush, dear." Mrs. Weasley interrupted. "I'm fine." The rest of the day went by in a whirl of sadness and hurt and sometimes happiness. They shared memories of Mr. Weasley and all the good times they had had with him. Harry laughed as Ron told of Mr. Weasley's obsession with cars.
Sitting in bed that night, Harry tried not to think of the loss, but of what had survived. He found that it was a lot easier to suffer pain and hurt when your friends supported you throughout the whole thing. He wondered if he and Hermione were helping Ron get through this tough time in his life. He hoped so.
The next day was Mr. Weasley's funeral. Harry and Ron woke early, and put on their dress robes to prepare for the ceremony. Once again, the house was silent. Denise had gone to St. Mungo's to get Mrs. Weasley who was being discharged that day. When Mrs. Weasley arrived, she fussed over everyone's dress robes, cutting a few threads off of Fred's and fixing Charlie's collar. The funeral came faster than Harry would have liked. One by one, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys passed by Mr. Weasleys casket. They then sat down, waiting for the beginnings of the ceremony. A wizard priest stood up after a moment and began to speak.
"Arthur William Weasley was a great man who loved helping other people and." Harry tried hard not to listen. It was easier that way. He looked around at all the people who had arrived. Many of their schoolmates had taken the day off from Hogwarts to attend. Harry saw Seamus Finnigan sitting with his father. Neville was with his grandmother who was fixing the collar of his dress robes.
Harry couldn't help it. He started listening to the priest again. "And now Molly Weasley would like to say a few words." Harry watched as Mrs. Weasley rose from her seat and walked up to a podium in the front of the room.
"My husband, Arthur Weasley was a kind and gentle man. He was a great husband and father. His children adored him and I did as well. We all loved him so much. He will be greatly missed." She broke down at her own words. Tears poured uncontrollably down her cheeks. Bill ran up to where she was leaning against the podium for support and helped his mother back to her seat.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Weasley relatives came from all over to visit and to mourn with Mrs. Weasley. By the end of the week, Harry thought that Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny looked to be feeling a little bit better. Their mother had a way of making them see that it would all be okay. Her intense optimism even improved Harry's mood.
Harry was glad to be returning to the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. Hopefully it would take his mind off of things, though he wasn't sure. Strange things had been occurring this year. Miss Figg's arrival being the first. Harry wasn't sure that he would be able to rest easy for a long time.
Well? Whaddya think? Was it cool? Did it suck? Please review! Next chapter coming soon!