Rating: PG
Pairing: Arthur/Molly
Characters: Molly Weasley
Summary: Remembering happier times...
Notes: Writing challenge based on lyrics.
The sky was clear and blue now, even if it rained just a while ago. The smell of it was still in the air, along with the smell of the chickens and other livestock, with the faint scent of mould from the barn. That last one wasn't anything abnormal, mind. They stored the hay in there. And, well, if hay got wet, it got mouldy. They'd probably have to by new hay.
No, not they. She. Arthur was gone now, she reminded herself. It was honourable, at least. He hadn't died for no reason, but, oh, she missed him. And he wasn't about to come back, and all she had was the memory of him and that wasn't quite enough. She'd always been prepared for it, of course. And Arthur... Well, he'd feared death in that he had a respect for it. But he was never afraid of it. When the time came, they'd both gone, and only one of them had returned.
Their sons and daughter, all safe.
Harry, safe.
Hermione, safe.
Molly never even got the chance to tell him goodbye. But she'd heard that he'd died so well, and no matter how many times she heard that, all she could wonder was whether or not there actually was a way to die well.
"If..." he'd said. "If... If that happens, just remember, Molly, I'm always there."
She closed her eyes against the cold fall day and kept them closed until the light from the sun was gone, and he was there with her, arm-in-arm, just like they had been not too long ago.
