Arthur Weasley was tired of worrying. He knew his youngest son was out there with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger on some secret mission that Dumbledore gave the trio before his death. Arthur was also tired of sitting at Murielís.
He longed to be at his own home and longed to go back to work. He never missed a chance to check in with his old office, the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office even though he was the head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells Protection Objects. He had a secret hope to go back to his old job someday. He may not have earned much doing it, but he got by. He raised seven children while working that job and though they did not have brand new books and robes every year, his children never suffered for neglect nor want. They had the most important things, love, shelter, food, and family.
He spent long hours worrying about his children, most of which were of age and out fighting for the Order of the Phoenix. Molly and he had frequent discussions about what their children were doing and their many talents. Neither voiced the worry that all of them may not survive this war that surrounded them.
Arthur realized that he probably should have died that night at the Ministry of Magic when he was bit by that great snake while guarding the prophesy from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He would never be able to give Harry enough thanks for saving him that night. Arthur contemplated the stress that Harry had to be under and he was glad that Hermione and Ron were with him, as much as he worried about all three of them.
Arthur missed his workshop behind The Burrow and his many Muggle items he found. He hoped that when the war was over, that there were few deaths and that he could have some time to talk with Hermioneís parents. Perhaps they could explain to him how airplanes flew! If he was not wrong, the couple would someday be part of his family. The looks that Hermione and Ron shared reminded him of similar looks between himself and Molly at that age.
Times were similar then, although back then he was not known as a Blood Traitor, a stereotype that Arthur bore with pride now. How much had changed between the first war and now. Deep down in his heart Arthur had one true wish. That his children survived this war to have families of their own, chances to find happiness, and love such as he had found with Molly. With as sigh Arthur got up to go see if Ginny had some time to spend with her father. At least he knew she was safe, for now.