𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙎𝙩 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙨 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

Sirius was right, there was no definite news about Arthur for hours.
Fawkes had delivered a message from Mrs Weasley, but it was short and worrying.

"Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungos now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum." George read out aloud. "Still alive... but that makes it sound..."

George didn't need to finish the sentence, everyone knew what he and Mrs Weasley was insinuating.
Mr Weasley was hovering somewhere between life and death.

They sat in silence for hours after that, occasionally watching the candle wick sinking lower and lower into liquid wax.
Sirius had bravely suggested they all go to bed, but the looks from the Weasleys assured him they weren't going anywhere
anytime soon.

Fred reluctantly fell into a doze in one of the armchairs, his head lolling sideways on to his shoulder.
Ginny was curled tightly like a cat on her
her chair, but her eyes were open, they were reflecting the firelight.
Ron was sitting with his head in his hands, whether awake or asleep was impossible to tell.

With everyone content, or as content as they could be given the situation, Sirius stepped out for a few moments.
He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to disturb Kreacher as the elf's shouting was unbearable.
Gently, he opened the bedroom door, relieved to see Cassie asleep.
He was half expecting to see the bed empty, the girl having fled to the muggle streets of London.
The moonlight reflected over her face, showing the toll everything had been taking on her.
Even asleep, she looked tired and defeated.
She was a completely different person than the one he had left 15 years ago.

He felt his heart shatter slightly, if he had it his way, he and Cassie would have lived somewhere quiet and rural. He'd wrap her up in bubblewrap, to protect her from anything and everything.

He didn't have it his way though. Instead, he was ripped from his daughters life for years, returning to see irreparable damage had been done.

Sirius closed the bedroom door, returning back downstairs.
He promised himself that he'd do whatever it took to have his happy little girl back.

At ten past five in the morning, according to Ron's watch, the door swung open and Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen. She was extremely pale, but when they all turned to look at her, Fred, Ron and Harry half rising from their chairs, she gave a wan smile.

"He's going to be alright." she said, her voice was weak with tiredness. "He's sleeping. We can all go and see him later. Bills sitting with him now; he's going to take the morning off work."

Fred fell back into his chair with his hands over his face. George and Ginny got up, walked swiftly over to their mother and hugged her. Ron gave a very shaky laugh and downed the rest of his Butterbeer in one.

"Breakfast!" Sirius said very loudly and joyfully. "It's breakfast for– lets see– seven...bacon and eggs, I think, and some tea, and toast. Cassie wont be down for a while I presume, and Remus must've slipped back out earlier."

Harry hurried over to the stove to help Sirius, not wanting to intrude on the Weasleys happiness anymore.

His plan failed miserably when Mrs Weasley lifted the plates from his hand and pulled him into a hug.

"I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you, Harry. They might not have found Arthur for hours, and then it would have been too late, but thanks to you he's alive and Dumbledores been able to think of a good cover up story for Arthur being where he was. You've no idea what trouble he would have been in otherwise..."