Summary:† Percy visits his father in the hospital.† Set
during OotP.† Extremely short.
Disclaimer:† Am not J.K. Rowling.† Promise.
Notes: Just wanted to write something kinda sad.
Percy didnít know what he was doing here: it was pure
impulse for him to Apparate to the waiting room of St. Mungoís.
Mr. Weasley, sir, your father was attacked...The
words echoed in his mind.† He didnít leave time for his secretary to finish; he
Apparated as soon as it registered that his father was hurt.
He forgot the fights, the war that had been waged between
himself and his family. He now wished things were as they had been before.
The sunlight shone through the curtains, making the room
even whiter, more fake, more surreal.† White could be such an obnoxious color.
Percyís dad lay sleeping.† He looked very peaked, rather
like he had gone to hell and back.
Of course, being bitten by a snake was quite painful, one
Arthurís hand dangled from the bed as the other rested on
his stomach.† Percy walked over slowly.† He decided he didnít want his dad to
wake up; it would make things too complicated.
Percy held the hand that dangled from the bed. ďI...Iím
sorry, Dad.Ē He abruptly dropped the hand, wiping his face.† Unable to stay any
longer, Percy Disapparated.
Arthur Weasley opened his eyes:† a teardrop on his face that
wasnít his woke him with a start.