[ from chapters 19-epilogue ]
Fred had stepped into the waiting room, leaving Calla and his son to sleep. He grinned when he saw his twin and relatives.
"Fred!" Charlie shouted, getting up. However, George had beat him to it and ran to Fred, engulfing him in a tight embrace. "Charlie!" Charlie said with fake enthusiasm, cheering for himself.
Fred got around to hugging the family that was present — everybody else was asleep and would arrive in a few hours. He enjoyed being able to talk to his family again and see them. He had tried so hard to give them a sign that he was okay but it just wouldn't work and besides, he didn't want to freak Calla out.
The sound of feet running down the halls and doctors shouting startled Fred. But the fact they had run towards Calla and Arty's room frightened him to no end.
Getting up and racing towards the room with George hot on his heels, Fred couldn't trust his eyes as he saw the doctors put Arty in his incubator and started rolling him away.
"Wait!" Fred shouted, distressed and confused. "What...what's happening? What's wrong with my baby?!"
The doctors ignored him.
"Stop! That's my baby! Somebody tell me what's going on!"
At the point, Fred was nearly in tears. George was talking frantically with the nurses and Molly held onto Fred whilst Charlie left to check on Calla.
"She's still asleep. Do you think she knows?" Charlie asked.
George stepped up. "No, they sedated her. Apparently she started freaking out. Something is wrong with his heart." George said, watching Fred's expression change. One could say his face paled but he was dead so he was already pale.
"So what are we supposed to do?" Fleur asked, biting her nails. Fred still hadn't moved, he just stared at George.
"We wait." The younger twin said, frowning at his deceased brother.
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On the seventeenth of November, at 6:27 AM, Arthur Ryder Weasley was born. At 8:43 AM, Arthur Ryder Weasley was rushed into surgery due to heart failure. At 10:01 AM, Arthur Ryder Weasley was declared dead.
The news brought distraught to the entire Weasley family. By then, the entire family had shown up. Ron Weasley was devastated because he didn't even get to meet his nephew, along with Ginny. Arthur Weasley was in tears — not only from comforting his uncontrollably sobbing wife, but because his grandson hadn't made it through the day.
George Weasley was devastated. His nephew, the child he saw as his own, was gone. He didn't know what to do so he just sat down and stared at the wall while silently crying, the occasional sniffle leaving his lips.
However, Fred Weasley was frantically searching for his son. If Arty had died, then Fred would be able to find him.
Nobody knew how to tell Calla when she woke up. Nobody could answer her when she asked for her son's whereabouts. They didn't have to though, the doctors filed in and smiled sadly at Calla.
"We're sorry miss, but your child was rushed into surgery this morning and he didn't make it. There's no specific cause for his heart failure, so don't blame yourself. Things like this happen often to newborns, it's almost normal. Again, we're sorry for your loss."
And then they were gone.
Calla didn't do anything but stare blankly at the spot the doctors stood. And the she began to shake and scream and cry. Her baby, the part of her that was also a part of Fred, was gone.
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While playing with the ring on her finger that contained the Resurrection Stone, Fred appeared holding a little bundle.
"Fred!" Calla said, surprised. "Hold on...is that...is that?"
Fred just nodded, watching Calla break down all over again. Fred placed Arty in Calla's lap, letting her hold their now deceased child and rock him back and forth as she sobbed. She lost her lover and her child. How unfortunate was she?
"Don't worry, Cal," Fred mumbled into Calla's hair, now sitting beside her on the hospital bed. "I'll take good care of our Arty."
