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Chapter Seventeen: The Closed White Doors


Arthur Weasly sat nervously in a hard, uncomfortable chair in the St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies and Injuries Maternity Ward Waiting Room. He had been through this seven times with Molly, when each of his children had been born, but it was a different matter all together when it was your youngest daughter screaming and pushing new life into the world. Molly's deliveries had never taken longer than 15 hours. Ginny had been behind those cold white doors for almost 23 hours. Arthur was nodding off to sleep for the second time when a young nurse rushed up to him. He leapt to his feet, opening his mouth to ask questions, but she talked first.

"Mr. Weasly? The Auror team your son and daughter-in-law were part of has returned. Your son and his wife are fine, but their friend, Mr. Potter…has been seriously injured. Mr. Potter is calling for his father. He is delirious with a fever. We were wondering, what with all the time you've spent with him, you are almost his father, perhaps you could-"

Mr. Weasly, with a glance at the two white doors, nodded. "Where are they?" The nurse gave him hurried directions. As she turned to leave, he caught her arm. "Would you please, quietly, discreetly, go in there-" he pointed at the doors- "and tell my wife what's happened? My daughter, she's having a baby, and…"

The young nurse nodded. "Of course, Mr. Weasly."

And he hurried off.


A/N: This is THE shortest thing I have ever written. I mean, it's REALLY short. I fully recognize that fact. It's short. And it needed to be that way. I am on a writing kick, here, people. I'm a few chapters from finishing. SO I'm just gonna push through and finish it up, then post the next chapter of Time Turned Back, then start the SEQUAL! Yay!

So, yeah, it's short, but still, please review!

Cuz I'm gonna go start Chapter 18 RIGHT NOW!