As an old Arthur lay down on the bed, never to wake up again, he thought again of the girl that danced by the Hogwarts lake. The woman who smiled at the camera as she held their first born. The lady who took her final breath whispering, "I will always love you."
He would see her again.
He didn't dream that night. He usually dreamt for hours. Next time he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the frozen lake of Hogwarts. Where he had skated with her. It was foggy. Too foggy.
"Arthur, oh, Arthur," Molly whispered as she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. "I've missed you."
"M-molly?" Arthur murmured. "I'm dead?"
"Yes," she said sadly. She was young, just seventeen and so was Arthur. Smiling slightly as they both heard a soft piano song ringing in the distance, Arthur swung her around on the ice. She laughed and reached for his hand.
"I love you, Molly," he said.
"I love you, too," she said.
"Did you get to see Fred?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, he can't wait to see you."
Tears dripped from the end of Arthur's nose as he thought of his son. "Can I see him?"
"Of course," Molly smiled. She pulled him towards the edge of the lake where a carriage sat, waiting. Somehow, Arthur knew his son was in there, waiting for him.