Disclaimer: The Weasleys and the Prewetts are not mine. And neither is St. Mungo's Hospital. Nor the colour lime green.
Chapter 10: Molly and Arthur
"Mummy! Mummy, are you alright?"
Little Bill Weasley ran into the Hospital room as fast as his three years old legs could carry him. His mother was plopped up in a bed on some ghastly looking lime green pillows, the same colour as almost everything else in the room. First coherent thought he ever remembered having was that if he was forced to spend a long time in there, like twenty minutes or so, he would certainly go crazy.
Bill had spent a lot of time in the less green rooms of the hospital, having been left there for long periods of time with Uncle Edgar, who was a friend of his father's and a Mediwizard, while her parents were at their respective jobs, leaving home for secret outings for the tall old white-bearded wizard, or not-so-secret outings to the small Muggle café in Ottery St. Catchpole.
This time they had been out for white-beard again, and for the first time his mother had sustained so severe injuries as to send her to a Hospital bed.
"I'm alright honey," Molly smiled as Bill flew into her arms and Arthur stepped out of the way of the comet with an amused face. Molly's brothers Fabian and Gideon snickered silently at the door, and Edgar, who had been the one to bring Bill there, left with a good-humoured chuckle.
"Is everything all right, mum? What happened? Can I go and hunt down those bad people that hurt you?" Bill asked without breathing.
"No, dear, I'm alright. The Healers took care of my injuries really quickly and I'm completely healthy now," Molly smiled, and Arthur took it as a cue to hoist the small boy up from the bed.
"But why are you still in there then?" Bill asked from where he was hovering over her in the arms of his father.
"Because," she started, indicating with a move of her head for her brothers to step closer, "the Healers thought I would need some more time of recovery in my condition."
"Your condition?" Arthur asked, lowering the kid to his hip. "What condition?"
Molly smiled an overly sweet smile, and her brothers whooped. Understanding dawned on Arthur's face.
"Billy," he said, smiling brightly, "You're getting a brother!" and he threw him up into the air in joy.
"Or a sister," Molly added, though her brothers gave her doubtful looks for that, as did the father of his children.
Bill, now down on the ground once more, looked up at his parents' faces, and whooped, too, imitating his uncles.
"Hey Billy, let's go and wait outside for a moment," Gideon said suddenly, hoisting Bill up from the ground onto his hip again. It seemed like it just wasn't meant today for him to have his feet on the floor.
"Why?" Bill asked as he was carried outside.
"Because we should give them… a chance to have some… parent time," Fabian answered, closing the door behind their backs and taking a seat at the opposing wall of the corridor. Gideon sat down next to him, Bill in his lap, and a perfect view of the insides of the Hospital room opened to Bill through the glass pane on the door.
His uncles, fortunately, didn't notice that, for they were engrossed in a talk of Quidditch or something, but Bill found it pretty interesting what was going on with his parents.
"Why has dad kneeled down on the ground, Uncle Fayan?" he suddenly asked, forgetting that he should have tried to keep quiet so that his uncles wouldn't forbid him to watch.
"He is? He is! Finally! Gideon, look!" Both men turned their full attention to the scene playing out in front of them.
"Why is he doing that, Uncle Gidou?" Bill asked his other uncle, not receiving an answer from the first.
"Because he wants to say something to your mother," Gideon replied smoothly.
"But why is he leaning so close to her for that?"
"Because he's talking to her very quietly," Fabian answered.
"But why can't I see his lips move, then?"
"Because he is saying it with his heart," Gideon answered. "And I don't think we should be watching it." With a flick of his wand he had covered the window with a thick white fog that made seeing through it impossible.
"But I want to see!" Bill protested.
"You will, only later," Fabian said.
"But I don't want later! I want now!" Bill said. "Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now…" He left a moment for breathing between each word, and his voice was level, but his uncles understood immediately that they had again brought out his immense stubbornness, although unintentionally.
"Will you please stop?" Fabian asked after some time.
"Now. Now. Now," Bill said, then seemed to think for a moment, and continued. "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No…"
Suddenly the door opened, and a beaming Arthur stepped out.
"Billy, Gideon, Fabian, come in, I want to introduce you to someone," he said.
"Is my brother here already?" Bill chirped, jumping down from Gideon's lap and sprinting to the door. But he stopped dead in his track with disappointment when he only saw his mother in the room.
"No, not yet," Arthur said. "But I'd like to introduce my fiancée, Miss Molly Prewett, soon to become Mrs. Weasley."
Author's note: Guess what I want to say here - REVIEW! And if you want to read a specific pairing which you think I won't write otherwise, just leave me a nice note about that!
On another note - the explanation of why I have turned into a blue sphinx lately can be found on my profile page. Just as the explanation of why this story appears to be complete, though I'm not half done with it, yet.