Author's Note: Many thanks to GrossGirl18 for the reviews!
Achievement
Arthur always came home at six o'clock, without fail. It had been that way for nearly three years, ever since he entered the Ministry exactly one month after leaving Hogwarts. Today was different.
Molly hadn't thought much of it at first, casting a stasis charm on their dinners and cleaning the excess dishes while she waited. When he still wasn't home, she took a blanket and decided to sit on the porch and read a knitting magazine until he came home.
But it was nearly seven-thirty and there still wasn't any sign of him – not even an owl.
Furious and worried out of her mind, Molly floo'd to the Ministry.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, your husband and Mr. Angus were sent out on a job a couple hours ago. They haven't come back yet," a young intern informed her.
Molly took an offered seat at Arthur's desk to wait for him, and spent ten minutes staring at a picture he displayed of them smiling and waving on their wedding day before cheers were heard across the room and poked her head out of the cubical to see what was going on.
She gasped when she saw him and had to stop herself from running at him. His right arm was in a sling and he was leaning on a crutch and nearly toppling over every few seconds, only to be steadied by his partner, Willy Angus.
Instead, she calmly waited for the crowd forming around the duo to disperse before she pounced, hanging onto him as if her life determined on it – and maybe it did.
"Ow. Molly? Ow!"
"Um, Mrs. W? You might want to ease up on Artie. He's had a rough night," she heard Willy say, and allowed herself to be pried off her husband.
"What in the name of Merlin happened to you?" she demanded. Her temper was taking over now that she knew Arthur wasn't dead.
"Enchanted toolshed," was all Arthur said. He sounded drowsy, and he almost fell over again. Molly quickly wrapped her arms around his waist – gently, this time.
"You should've seen him, Mrs. W, Artie was amazing!" Willy enthused. "He took half of the shed down with flames, but the metal ones – the chainsaws especially, they just came coming!"
Molly held up a hand. "I think I've heard enough, thank you. Can I take my husband home now?"
"Oh, sure thing. I can handle the paperwork." He turned to Arthur and clapped a hand on the injured man's shoulder. "Don't worry, Artie. I'll make sure to tell them all about your heroics. You'll get that promotion in no time!"
Molly scoffed. "I think at this rate Arthur's greatest achievement is being alive," she told him before dragging Arthur to the elevators.