A/N: This one is VERY, VERY ANGSTY and it would be best if you had tissues handy. I'm sorry. I wrote it as a gut reaction to some of the most horrible news I recieved last week. My very best friend in RL has been diagnosed with cancer. Of course, now she's being scheduled to see specialists and things, but it's Lukemia, and it may require a bone marrow transplant. I've already offered mine, if it should be of any help. Anyway, this drabble was just my immediate, gut reaction to the whole news; it just helped me to get the sorrow and shock out of my system. And the prompt word (WHY?) was so very fitting.
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Best Left Unanswered (Why)
"WHAT?" Harry demanded when he first heard the news; then, "HOW?"
"It just runs in our family," Molly explained to him as calmly as she could.
After months of treatment at St. Mungo's, the Weasleys became totally broke. Harry went to the hospital's billing department and asked, "HOW MUCH?" He paid for everything from then on.
When the family gathered together for the final time, knowing they couldn't delay the inevitable, Harry asked the healer, "WHEN?" He answered, 'Not long'.
When the sheet was pulled up to cover Ron's face, Harry turned his head to the heavens and screamed, "WHY?"