"Arthur!"
"Molly? What happened! I thought-?"
"Arthur, George was s-still alive. Now I think he's d-dead!"
"Oh, Molly," Arthur sighed, "He does appear that way. But there's still hope. We just need to get him to St. Mungo's, and while we wait, you can tell me what happened," and he was rushing to Apparate George's body, himself, and Molly to St. Mungo's.
"What do you need, sir?" the lady asked.
"My son has been attacked by-by- something and he might be dead and I-"
"What attacked him, sir?"
"I don't-"
"It was a dragon. Abercormby," Molly interrupted.
"But they're-"
"An Animagius Abercormby. Bernadette Elliott escaped from Azkaban!"
"Very well then." And she called for some healers. They took George away and Molly and Arthur were left to sit and wait.
"Molly, dear, HOW IN MERLIN'S NAME DID THAT BEAST GET NEAR MY SON!" Arthur asked, trying, and horribly failing, to act calm.
"Well, let me explain. When I got there, an Abercormby dragon was transforming into a human- the same one that attacked George in his second year- and she raised her wand at him. She barely got the word 'Avada' out before I stunned her. Then, you heard my yelling, I'm sure," Arthur nodded, " And, as you came, she Disapparated. As you saw, he had a very nasty gash on his arm. It looked to follow his vein," tears were falling from Molly's eyes, "and, he, m-might be d-dead." she was sobbing now.
"Molly, dear, don't worry. If he is dead, just act like this time wasn't real. We thought he was dead before," Arthur couldn't comfort her though; he was too worried and fearful himself.
"I never t-truly believed he was g-gone. I t-thought he r-ran away."
"You're the one that found him though!"
"He f-felt warm though. Not like F-fred did when h-he died."
"You agreed it was your imagination."
"Do you not want your son alive?"
"No, of course I want him alive, Molly!"
"Then why are you trying to prove him dead!"
"I-"
"Apology accepted. Now, I think he used a temporarily dead charm, which gives you no pulse or heartbeat for a minute and a half."
"So, he is alive?"
"He definitely was. I hope he still is."
"Molly, he-he must be."
"Yes. Oh, look, here comes a healer!"
A pretty blonde woman with dark blue eyes was coming over to them.
"Hello. I am Healer Bronstein. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes," replied Arthur.
"Your son George is still alive."
"Still alive? That's good, but will he die?" Molly asked, her eyes widening and her face paling.
"We can not guarantee whether or not he'll live," she said. "I am very sorry." She truly looked it.
"It's not your f-fault." said Molly meekly.
"It seems that the dragon missed it's target, though. The cut was right along his vein, but not on it."
"That's good," said Arthur.
"Yes. He probably will be unconscious for a while, though. So, we'll notify you when he wakes up. Then you can come visit, and bring the whole family."
"Alright. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye. By the way, my Patronus is a platypus, just so you know. That's what I'll be contacting you with," she added at the look of puzzlement on their faces.
"Hello Mum, Dad. Where were you?" asked Ginny the moment Molly and Arthur got home.
"We were at St. Mungo's." Arthur said.
"I was going to visit you to tell you something."
"What?" they said together.
"Harry and I are going on vacation in Spain for a week next month."
"That's great!" Molly said brightly.
"Yes. Now, who were you visiting?"
"Oh, j-just an old friend." Arthur replied hastily.
"Who?"
"Uh, y-you'll see." Molly stammered.
"Okay… what was the person there for?""Dragon attack." Arthur said firmly.
"It wasn't Charlie, was it?"
"No, no, not Charlie." Molly said quickly while Arthur shook his head.
"Oh. Good." And Ginny left.
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