AN at the end.
The death of me.
Don't tell anyone but, I really fucked up. There I was, with my kids full grown, in the middle of a war and I was cheating on my wife. I knew all of my life that I was fascinated by muggles. Everything about them. Their cars. Their plugs. Like I said, everything. I never thought that it meant I would end up sleeping with one of them. She was a beauty though. She was sweet and shy. I had been away from home for a while, fighting as it spread thru Europe and into Asia. And M.O.M thought that it would never make it out of England, ha!
It had been a day of little running. I had met the kind girl while at a local teashop; I was in dire need of a good earl gray. I talked with her as best as I could, I didn't speak much Russian just picking it up by being in their country. We talked for a while not saying anything of real interest when for some reason I was moved to kiss her. I did so and to my shock she didn't pull away. After the kiss my ears, I'm sure, were as red as my almost gone hair. She then asked me if I would join her to her room. I said yes. I was held by her not so beauty, beauty. I felt guilt right after, well no not true. I felt the guilt the next day. I had wished I could have sent an owl to Molly, just to say hi. At that moment I knew that if I had been able to just even see her writing that my affair never would have happened. The next day the running started again. We were chasing a large number of Death Eaters. I never said good-bye or any thing to that girl, I never had a chance.
It had been about a year later that I had started feeling sick. We were now closer to home, Italy. Now able to correspond with our loved ones I wrote Molly every three days. I had started to feel sick so they sent me back to London to see a medi-wizard. I was getting sicker by the day and needed to see one badly. When I finally got back to London. It no longer safe to floo or ride a broom, I had to take muggle transportation. On other circumstances it would have been a dream come true. The truth was though I was just feeling to sick.
When I got to Saint Mungo's Molly was waiting for me. They did so many tests, they couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Finally the good medi-wizard said that lets see if I didn't get some muggle sickness on my trip. So I was shipped off, ok a few blocks, to a Doctor. He did all kinds of test as well but told me that they would not be back for a week or two, I was to go home and wait. I went back to St. Mungo's to stay for I was too weak at that time to be on my own, and had I been in Molly's care like she wanted I would have been a risk to everyone staying with her.
When we got the results we were not sure what it meant. This AIDS business. No clue. I was put in the care of a doctor and put on medication. They told me that I most likely got it for that woman because besides her neither Molly nor I had been sexually active with other people. I was ashamed. I had ruined everyone's lives with one mistake. When I told Molly I had thought that she would yell or scream or something. She just got up and left. She didn't even look at me.
She later did yell, she took me back in to our, no her home for the time being. She yelled that she was not mad at me because I was sick, which of course I had said to try and make her feel guilty. She took me after our years, our children, our life, how could I do that to her? The fact that not only was it a one night stand but also the fact that I did not even know the girls name, she hated me for that, for not asking that one question I would forever be despised.
Things are somehow back to normal, kind of. We are not together anymore; I don't think I could have stood it if we were. We live together though, in the same house where we raised our kids. She knows I'm dying, I'm dying slowly but still I'm dying. I take my pills everyday and they give me hope that maybe I will be able to see my great-grandkids. I now know about this world that was not around when I was a kid. I worry for my kids because still most of them think that the only thing that can happen is the girl will get pregnant, and hell if you're gay there is nothing to worry about. It's hard; I have tried many times to tell my kids. They know that Molly and I aren't together anymore but they don't know why. I have to tell them though, I'm getting worse. They know it but they don't say anything.
Why would they, they still think that
they'll be the death of me.
AN - Ok second chapter of this story, as you can tell this one dealt more with sickness and disease, please write me or review, even if you flame, I won't like it but i'll just use it to dance around. And this one, I kind of want people to tell me if i'm god wrong for giving Mr. Weasley an STD. lol please read and review.