A/N: The story was written for divers challenges and competitions on the HPFC forum:

- my own Pairing Diversity Boot Camp Challenge, with the prompt 'translucent'

- Owluvr's Character Diversity Boot Camp Challenge with the prompt 'tears'

- Lilybug134's Favourite Era Boot Camp Challenge with the prompt 'hurt'

- HedwigBlack's Minor Character Boot Camp Challenge with the prompt 'pillow' (in this challenge, a character is considered 'minor' if they have less than 3000 fics written about them and even though Molly and Arthur are rather major in the books, they have by far not had 3000 fics written about them, so I thought I'd give them some love :-))

- Louise Foxhall's Fanfiction Got Talent II Competition

- FireFlamesHopeEternal's The Story a Week Challenge

Molly's heart beat loudly in her chest. Had she not known Arthur could die if not treated properly, she would have barged right into the hospital ward. She paced up and down the waiting room, her face pale, her hands clutched in fists at her side. Please don't let him die. Please don't let him die.

"Mrs. Weasley?"

She looked up at the Healer, half hopeful, half terrified.

"You can see your husband now. He's lucky they found him so quickly. He will live, but he is still very weak and will need considerable time to heal."

She didn't even listen to the Healer's last words, she had already skived through the door.

Arthur was in the bed in the far corner, half lying, half sitting, propped up against a pillow. His eyes were closed and his skin was very pale, almost translucent. His torso was wrapped in bandages. She could tell just from looking at him that he was in a lot of pain.

"Oh Arthur, I was so worried!" she exclaimed and rushed towards him. Tears trickled down her face from the relief of all the insecurity whether he'd live or die.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes at the sound of her voice and smiled weakly at her. She hugged him and he whimpered in pain.

"I'm so sorry! That must hurt you!" She quickly let go off him and sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. "How are you?" she whispered, her voice hoarse of emotion.

Arthur took her hand and squeezed it. "I'll be alright Mollywobbles." He tried to smile reassuringly at her and she laughed through her tears at the nickname.

"I'm just so happy you made it through," she sighed. "When they told me you had been attacked…" She didn't finish the sentence. "Oh Arthur, what happened?"

"It was Nagini," he said in a flat voice.

"But how…"

He shook his head. "I don't know. But apparently You-Know-Who is really desperate for what's hidden inside the Department of Mysteries. Wait 'till Dumbledore gets word of it."

"He already knows," Molly replied. "Harry told him. I don't know if they told you this, but Harry… saw into You-Know-Who's mind again and he saw…what happened," she finished, a little uncertain.

"Well, I guess I'm lucky then that Harry has this connection. If it had not been for him…"

They both shuddered at the thought of how close Arthur had actually been to death.

"Thank Merlin for the day Harry decided to become friends with Ron," Molly said softly.

Arthur closed his eyes a moment and Molly grasped his hand. "You should rest," she said. "But I'm here if you need me." She kissed him on the head.

"Mmm, Molly?" he said, already half-asleep. "Do remind me that I tell you every day from now on that I love you, 'cause one day I might not be able to say it anymore."

Tears welled up in her eyes again. "I love you too."