Victoire/Rose
Prompt: Numb
Numb
April 19, 2028
The atmosphere was grim and completely silent as the entire Weasley family were huddled around the hospital bed. Mr Weasley lay underneath a dozen blankets, his head lolled to the side and his eyes closed. By the bed, Mrs Weasley held his hand, keeping her eyes firmly locked on his face as she silently wept.
Victoire shifted her youngest daughter, Isabelle, on her hip and huddled into Teddy's side. He wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his chin on her hair.
"Why is Grandpa sleeping?" asked little Violet as she clutched her father's hand. Her bright purple hair was pinned up in two pigtails, the tips of them turning a dark brown. Victoire gave her eldest a small smile, tears streaming down her face, and reached out to stroke her cheek.
"We don't know, Vi," she said sadly.
After a few minutes of silence, a Healer entered the room and ushered everyone out, leaving Mr Weasley in the care of his wife. The Weasley-Potter-Lupin clan crowded in the foyer, no one saying a word. Victoire felt numb; she almost couldn't believe that her beloved grandfather was critically ill. Isabelle sucked on her thumb as she sat on her mother's knee and blinked up at Victoire with large, blue eyes. She stroked her daughter's blonde hair gently and leant on Teddy's shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a large crash and a breathless Rose Weasley hurtled around the corner. Her bushy red hair was messy and her robes slightly dishevelled, due to the fact that she had sprinted quite a distance. Isabelle pointed at her and beamed.
"Auntie Rosie!" she squawked. Rose approached her and planted a soft kiss on her head before turning to Victoire.
"Is he okay?" she demanded.
Victoire shrugged her shoulders and sniffed. "We don't know. Granny's in there with him and a Healer. They haven't told us anything."
With a sigh, Rose slumped down next to her cousin and wrung her hands together in her lap. Her blue eyes kept darting back and forth across the room, and small beads of blood were forming on her bottom lip from the force of her biting. Victoire eyed her with concern and reached out to grip her hand.
"It's alright, Rose," she assured her, gently. "He'll be alright."
Rose turned to face Victoire, her eyes shining. "How do you know that?" she whispered. "How do you know that he's going to be alright?"
The two of them fell silent and Victoire stared at the ground. Rose's firm grip on her hand was making her fingers numb, but she ignored the pain hugged Isabelle close as the two cousins waited for the news of their grandfather.
Soon, the Healer appeared in the hall, her expression unreadable. Victoire snapped her head up expectantly, gritting her teeth to prepare her for the worst. Her entire body turned to ice and she emotionless; numb.
"Well," Rose snapped rudely at the Healer, rising from her seat. "Is he okay? Can we see him now?"
"Rose," Victoire warned, reaching out to grasp her shoulder.
The Healer smiled warmly. "He's going to be just fine. You may go and see him now."
The entire room breathed a sigh of relief. Rose caught Victoire's eye and the two of them exchanged a grateful smile. It was all going to be okay.
A/N: Another sad one :( sorry it took me so long to update! I've been so busy with uni lately that I haven't found the time to write. This prompt was another difficult one; I decided to take a more abstract approach. Mr Weasley falls terribly ill and it gives the whole family quite a scare. But he ends up being okay, which is great!
Another little side note: Victoire and Teddy get married and have two daughters; Violet Fleur (who is an metamorphamagus like her father) and Isabelle Nymphadora.
Ages: Victoire (28), Rose (22), Mr Weasley (78), Mrs Weasley (78), Violet (3), Isabelle (1), Teddy (30).
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