Summary: Percy visits his father in the hospital. Set during OotP. Extremely short.
Disclaimer: Am not J.K. Rowling. Promise.
Notes: Just wanted to write something kinda sad.
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Percy didn't know what he was doing here.
It was pure impulse for him to immediately apparate himself to the waiting room of St. Mungo's.
Mr. Weasley, sir, your father was attacked...
The words echoed in his mind. He didn't leave time for his secretary to finish, he apparated as soon as it registered that his father was hurt.
He forgot the fights. The war that had been waged between himself and his family.
He now wished that things were the way they were before.
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The sunlight shone through the curtains, making the room even whiter. More fake, more surreal. White is such an obnoxious color.
Percy's dad lay sleeping. He looked very peaky. Rather like he had gone through hell and back.
Of course, being bitten by a snake is quite painful, one could imagine.
His hand dangled from the bed as the other rest on his stomach. Percy slowly walked over. He decided he didn't want his dad to wake up, it would make things too complicated.
Percy held the hand that dangled from the bed.
"I...I'm sorry, Dad."
He abruptly dropped the hand, wiping his face. He couldn't stay any longer.
After he left the room, Arthur Weasley opened his eyes. The feeling of a tear on his face that wasn't his woke him with a start.
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