A/N: Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley rock! xD This is right after the final battle…RIP Fred!! (Yeah, more depressing Fred stuff...I'm sorry!)
Disclaimer: No. Stop making me face the facts, people, it's hard enough admitting it to myself! Dx
Prompt: Clouds
She lays in his arms, her tears dry for the first time in since the battle and her red face hidden in the folds of his shirt.
"Asleep, love?" he whispers tenderly into her hair.
An almost-silent murmur replies that, "Of course not, I haven't slept in days!" but the little sigh that follows it shows that it is imminent.
He arranges her on the bed so that she's laying majestically against the pillows, propped up to her liking, and he shuts the drapes on the clouds that are forcing their way into the once-cheery house.
"Goodnight, sleep tight, dream away this night," he sings softly, the song that his mother used to sing him. He tucks her in as if she were a baby and turns off the lights, leaving the room strangely dark.
The darkness blocks out the clouds, and sleep allows them to forget about their demons and rest, for the first time in days.
Thus began the road to recovery.