Arthur Weasley lies helplessly on the floor. His body is slowly becoming cold from the amount of blood he's lost. His heart is pumping very quickly to accommodate his rapidly cooling body, allowing even more blood to escape his wounds. And the blood that rushes through his veins burn as the poison of the snake runs its course.
He's going to die soon if someone doesn't find him, but that's highly unlikely. He's alone in the Department of Mysteries, guarding it the best he can. And he's too weak to reach his wand which is just out of his reach, so he can't even send for help.
There's absolutely no way he's going to survive this, he knows. He's not going to be saved this time. So he lies there, trying to control his breathing and thinks of Molly and his children. If he is going to go, he'd rather go thinking about something happy.
He hears footsteps, but quickly dismisses the idea. It's too late at night for anyone to be in the Ministry of Magic, much less the Department of Mysteries. "Arthur!" a voice calls out. It sound familiar, but he knows the blood lost is getting to his head already.
"Arthur!" the voice calls out again. It's feminine but he can't exactly place it. "Arth–" it starts to call again. "Oh, Merlin. Kingsley! I found him and he's seriously injured."
Even though he can't, he wants desperately to give a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin, he thinks to himself as the two figures come into view. Hestia Jones and Kingsley Shacklebolt stand near his feet.
"What in the Merlin's name happened to you, Arthur?" Kingsley questions as he pulls out his wand to levitate him.
Arthur's sight becomes white and he loses consciousness.
A/n – Sorry if I got anything wrong. Written for the 10 drabbles, 10 topics. Topic number 5: setting – Ministry of Magic.
Prompt: find.
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