What would you do?

Chapter 3

1-6 We are now four days further. Arthur and I have come up with a whole plan on how we can explain to the minister of magic how this happened. I myself am afraid that things will go wrong, but we persevere and try to look at everything as positively as possible. I was cleaning the kitchen and suddenly I heard a knock on the door. "I'll open it." said Arthur. I find it weird that someone knocks on our door usually that's not a very good sign. "Molly will you come over for a second?" Arthur asked nervously. I walk to the door and see the minister of magic standing in front of us. I feel uncomfortable because I think this is about art theft. Arthur notices that I'm not comfortable feel so put an arm around me. "Mr and Mrs. Weasley, I think you know why I'm here." The Minister began to say. We do know why he is here. "We would like to request you to come with us to the Ministry of Magic to sort things out." Those were the last words he said and then he disappeared away without another word. I sigh and thoughts run through my head. How am I supposed to say this to the kids? Maybe we must go to jail? "It's going to be okay, Molly." Arthur said. Sometimes it seems like he knows what I'm thinking. Bill and Charlie came down. "Mum, Dad, who was that?" Charlie asked. "The Minister of Magic," I replied. "Promise us that if we are gone that you do not open to anyone and that you do not do stupid things,' I said to the children. "But mum, where are you going?" Bill asked. I sigh and Arthur says, "Ministry of Magic." Bill and Charlie know what that is and know that it usually doesn't mean anything good. Arthur and I grab our coats and say goodbye to our kids and go to the Ministry of Magic. We arrive at the room where we need to be. It looks very big and luxurious, something we could never get. "Molly remembers this speak only when they ask us something and no matter what we can do this, and we do this together." Arthur said to me before we went into our hearing. "Mr and Mrs Weasley we have discovered that you have committed an art theft. Is this true?' Began the Minister of Magic. "Yes, that is true." I replied. "Is it true it was in a Muggle Museum?" "Yes, that's right." Arthur replied. I feel all nerves running through my body. I'm scared and don't feel much hope that it will be okay. I am also afraid that something will happen to the children. What if they are taken away from us? "This is the decisive question. Who did it? Which one of you has stolen the paintings and sold them on for money?" asked the Minister. There was silence. A very uncomfortable silence. You could hear the clock ticking. Arthur began to hold my hand out of nerves. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. ''I. I did it." I replied. I felt Arthur squeeze my hand lightly. "And why have you done this Mrs Weasley?" the Minister asked me. "We are a poor family, and we couldn't afford everything anymore and this was our only option." I replied. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. "As punishment for this act, you will be jailed for 9 months. You have one hour to say goodbye to your husband." Said the Minister. The Minister walks out of the room and now so do we. "Molly why did you do that?" asked Arthur. I can't answer, I feel a lump in my throat and start to cry. Arthur immediately gives me a hug and sheds a few tears. "I'm sorry." That was all I could say. Did I make the wrong choice? What if something else had happened? Would we have more problems or less? What would you do?