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"Woman" Series, HG/AW	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 45674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A Woman's Friend

Arthur Disapparated to St Mungo’s, and with a frustrated flick of his wand, he stuffed it into the waistband of his slacks and barreled like the man on a mission he was up to the front desk. A bored-looking, bubble-gum snapping young witch in a crisply starched outfit popped her gum at him as he rested his forearms on the counter, his breath slowing.
Easy now. Don’t seem too eager, he thought.
“May I help you, sir?” the young lady drawled in a nasally voice.
Arthur tried not to wince as she snapped another bubble at him and smacked noisily. “Erm, yes. I am here to see Hermione Granger. I was told she’s staying in a private ward.”
The nurse sighed and looked down at a clipboard that didn’t seem to contain any information on it, than looked back up at Arthur from under her heavily mascaraed lashes. “I’m sorry, sir. No one has been admitted by that name.”
Arthur had planned for this contingency, based on Kingsley’s secrecy.
“Ah, but I know she is here, Miss-,” he paused to look at her badge, “Heddington. I’m her employer, and have urgent business to discuss with her.”
“Identification please,” droned the annoying young witch.
Arthur impatiently handed her his work and magical identification, pressing his wand tip to show it matched his signature.
Miss Heddington handed him back the I.D.’s and shook her head. “Sorry, Mr. Weasley, only immediate family and cleared personnel are allowed to see the patient. Have a nice day.”
Arthur cleared his throat, smiling when she looked up again. “Look, I just want to make sure she’s alright. Can you double check to see if I’m on the list? Surely she’s listed me as a visitor.”
“Sir, I was given very specific orders to follow, and this patient is off limits to anyone not on the list.”
“Well, could the list have changed within the last few hours?” he grated through the fake smile.
The witch huffed and pushed off from the desk. “I’ll go check. Stay here, please.”
Arthur smiled and turned around, whistling, arms behind his back as he started to pace. He turned slightly, and seeing that the assistant was still watching him, turned back around and continued his innocent routine. Like a sucker, she fell for it and disappeared around the corner. He was off like a rocket, his booted feet sounding loud along the polished tile. Spells were very limited within the hospital due to the dampening fields on magic not necessary to healing and diagnostic or security charms by authorized personnel, so he was unable to cast any charms to disguise himself or muffle his ascent as he dashed around a corner and climbed the stairs.
Arthur heard a shout of a women’s voice from below him, and then an alarm sounded as he rounded a corner and took off down another hall. He was headed towards the ward he’d been kept in when he’d been bitten by Nagini and convalesced for several weeks. It was the only wing he could think of offhand where they would keep her.
Seeing people moving up ahead through a door with a small window, he slowed to a walk and entered a gentleman’s bathroom. Seconds later, he heard feet pounding past, shouting orders and dispersing in different directions. He peeked out the door and seeing the coast was clear, slipped through the doorway to the next hall. Up ahead, he could see the shimmering concealment that meant the protective wards where he’d stayed. He had no idea what kind of containment or protection charms were on it, only that he had to try to gain access.
Luck was with him, and the wizard slowed to observe the shimmering. Another shout behind him made him turn, but it disappeared down another hall and the immediate area was once again quiet. A large waiting room opened up to his right and another hallway to his left. Any minute now, someone would find and question him.
He took out his wand and tried to dispel the ward. Arthur wasn’t surprised when it had no effect. Muttering another, stronger charm, he swished and flicked in a complicated motion. At first, the shimmering seemed to fade, and just as he reached out to push on the door that slowly materialized before him, a backlash of ward magic seemed to strike out like lightening, shocking him onto his arse three feet away.
Another alarm sounded and within seconds the hallway was filled with hospital personnel from Healers, to security to curious guests. The impertinent Miss Heddington clacked in her heels down the hall and pointed. “That’s him! The one that tricked me and ran off.”
A healer in lime-green robes approached him and helped him to his feet. Arthur looked around for his wand, patting himself down when a burnt wand-end was thrust under his nose. “Looking for this?” rasped a security guard’s sneering voice.
Arthur moaned slightly and took the ruined remains of his beloved wand into his hand, and shaking, thanked the man and put the stub in his pocket. Damn it all to bloody fucking hell, he cursed inwardly.
Another Healer assured the visitors everything was fine, clearing the area of all but five witches and wizards. The security guard grabbed one of his wrists. “You’re coming with me. It’s against hospital regulations to bypass registration, and you’ve disrupted operations.”
The Healer that had helped him up held out a hand to the security guard and spoke in quiet, commanding tones. “Not so fast.” He leaned in toward Arthur, squinting his bushy grey eyebrows and drawing spectacles out of a never-ending pocket of medical supplies.
The witch from the front desk rolled her eyes, muttered, “Wizards,” and returned whence she’d come.
“Do I know you?” the old man asked, pointing at Arthur’s face. “Yes, yes I do know you. You’re the young man with the snake bite I healed. Bad bit of business, that was.” He walked around Arthur as if studying him. He shooed the security guard and other Healer away. “Go on now, I’ll take care of this one.”
“Are you sure?” growled the guard. Arthur’s eyes narrowed at the younger and slighter man. The younger wizard didn’t blanch, but withdrew his hand from Arthur’s wrist.
“Yes, yes, Scott, go on ahead and attend to your other business.”
“You got lucky,” the lad named Scott muttered just low and loud enough for Arthur’s ears before stalking off.
The Healer smiled as he came around the front again, gesturing with his free hand. “Come, sit for a spell. I was about to have some tea.”
Arthur called out to the Healer as he tried to lead the way back downstairs. “I’m very sorry, Healer Nova, and while I appreciate the offer, I’m here to see someone very near and dear to me. It’s urgent.”
Healer Nova turned around, his old eyes wide. “Oh? And who might this mysterious patient be?”
“Hermione Granger.”
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
Arthur whipped around as he heard that familiar voice, one he could never forget and loved as a son.
“What? You can’t be serious, H-Harry – and what are you doing here?”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m her best friend.” Harry’s green eyes sparked, anger and caution and mistrust seething just below.
“And I’m – erm – her boss,” Arthur finished lamely.
Healer Nova came beside the two, intrigued. “Might I be of assistance, young Mr. Potter?”
“No thank you Healer, I can take it from here.” The formerly insecure young wizard shook his head firmly, only surety and strength shining through.
The doddering Healer shook Arthur’s hand once more, seemingly oblivious to the tensions surrounding him. “Ah, well then. Good to see you again Mr. Weasley. May you have a long life.”
Arthur broke gaze from his son-in-law long enough to nod courteously to the already-retreating Healer. He returned the look once more, extremely puzzled by his response.
“Harry! I have to see Hermione! Why is she in here? Who brought her? What’s going on? I’ve tried speaking with Kings but he won’t tell me anything aside from she’d been brought here.”
Harry shook his head slowly, his messy black hair partially obscuring his eyes. “She explicitly told me she does not want to see you!” he reiterated slowly, as if Arthur were deaf.
Arthur was stunned by this proclamation. Why on Earth would she renounce his presence? He held his hands to either side in supplication. “Harry, look. I’ve been very worried about her – all of her co-workers have. I told them I would come visit so I could give an update at the very least, that she was recovering from whatever ordeal she’s been through.”
“You know damn well it’s classified.”
“I KNOW THAT!” he shouted, immediately regretting his outburst, but unable to stop. “I want to understand why! If anyone has a right to, it’s me goddamnit!”
“WHY?” Harry shouted back. “Why in hell do you of all wizards, have a right to see her?”
“Because I love her!” he roared, his face beet red, fist clenched around the useless stub of a wand in his pocket.
Harry sneered, “You love her. Right. Well, I imagine she doesn’t want to see you, because you love her so much, you stood her up when she needed you the most and is in here because of you?”
“Wha- at?” Arthur stuttered, falling short of what he had been going to say. “I’ve never – that is to mean I haven’t – oh, Merlin’s balls!” He stumbled backwards and landed heavily in a visitor’s chair, shaking it from the force of his bulk landing. “Oh, I’ve bollocks this all up, haven’t I?” he moaned, putting his face into his hands in anguish. He had just remembered his out of town meetings and the forgotten liaison weekend with his lover and hopefully – future wife.
Harry had followed him and sat in the chair next to him, staring at nothing in particular. After a long silence, he finally spoke once more, although he still didn’t look at Arthur’s red-rimmed eyes. “She told me everything, you know. Everything. It’s amazing she’s lived through what she has with her mind still intact. I always imagined you to be a man to stand by your family, and to protect those you loved. I looked up to you. I trusted you, and you let her down. I don’t know if I can forgive you for that.”
Harry at last turned to face Arthur once more, his own brilliant green eyes bright with unshed tears. “She told me how she waited for you in the rain, for hours. All of the time you’ve spent together. I was angry, at first, you know – having cheated on Molly – but the more she spoke of you, the more I could see the love in her eyes. I only see that kind of love when I look at Gin, so I figured there must be something to it.”
Arthur nodded, wisely keeping still as Harry rambled on.
“And she told me how heartbroken she was, after Malfoy had used her and thrown her away – how she had waited for you, to comfort her and tell her it was going to be okay, and you never came. She gave up and moved without telling anyone. Rosmerta found her, deathly ill her third day at the Inn.”
Arthur rose and paced, equally parts angry with himself for having forgotten her, especially in a time of need, full of questions and self-castigation and large amount of fury aimed at one Lucius Malfoy.
“I’ll kill him. I swear it.” Magic took hold around Arthur as he gasped and was filled with the strong magical binding, the force of his oath and emotion in full effect.
Harry jumped at him, fisting his shirt. “What the hell? You can’t go around making oaths like that! Who are you talking about? You’re out of your mind if you think you’re just going to waltz into someone’s life and kill them without getting thrown into Azkaban!”
Arthur’s eyes were hard with hate. “Lucius has hurt the most precious thing in the world to me, and I’m tired of him getting away with it. If Hermione doesn’t want to see me, that’s her right. I let her down, and while I’m still worried about her, I know she’s in capable hands. But I will go take care of the one person who’s really to blame.
The bigger and older wizard push Harry off of him, his mouth set into a grim, determined line and started to stalk off in the direction of the exit. He was stopped in his tracks at the words that were hurled from behind like a knife in his back.
“She’s pregnant.”
Harry muttered to himself, “She’s going to kill me, she’s going to kill me,” but it was the only thing he could think of at the moment to stop his father-in-law from committing sure suicide.
Arthur’s entire body whipped around, his speed belying the size of him as he rushed back and shook Harry by the shoulders. “She’s – she’s – with my? – you’re sure?”
Harry shook his head slowly. “She doesn’t know who the father is – you, Malfoy or Snape.”
Arthur’s head turned to the side as if struck by a powerful hand. Yes – that made sense. But it was no matter. He would stand by her. He needed a plan – he couldn’t go off half-cocked where a child was involved.
The box – I need to give her the box. The gypsy woman said so.
Fumbling through his robes, his hands came upon the smooth, warm and ugly wood. He took it out quickly and thrust it into a surprised Harry Potter’s hands. “Harry! Can you give this to Hermione for me? It’s a gift- one I meant to give her long ago.”
Harry nodded, turning it over in his hands. “It’s not very remarkable, is it? But it’s magic.” He could feel the thrum through his fingertips.
Arthur bent his head, locking eyes with the younger man. “Yes, and it won’t harm her – but I have a feeling it will help to heal her as well. Do you trust me?”
Harry seemed to contemplate for a moment and then smiled a tiny bit. “I’ll just go check on her, yeah?”
Arthur patted him on the back. “Good lad.”
Harry started off and Arthur turned down the corridor, only spinning once more to add, “You’ll give her my love?”
The bespectacled wizard gave an affirmative nod and disappeared behind the shimmering ward that had ruined his wand.
Arthur set his mouth into a grim line, his eyes narrowed. “Right – down to business.”
Off he went out into the blustery afternoon, one hand fingering his wand stub, the other lightly stroking a tiny unicorn toy in his robes pocket, a plan forming in his mind, revenge in his heart and a distant sparkle of hope and love on the horizon.
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