Arthur's ears picked up the sounds of knocking on the door and went to answer it, furrowing his brows as he checked the time, noticing how late it is. Standing from the sofa in the Burrow to the door, he can see through the peephole that there are two Aurors outside, the ones who handle Percy's case. Arthur deeply inhales, hoping that they're here to tell him that Percy's been found.

"Hello," Arthur greeted as he opens the door. He's only been visited by Aurors once before, and that's to ask if he had something to do with Percy's disappearance. "What may I help you with?"

"Who's there?" Molly asked from inside the Burrow, unseen by Arthur.

"The Aurors from the other day," Arthur said. "Is it about Percival? Have you found him?"

"Arthur Weasley, may you and your wife come with us to Southampton Precinct?" Marjorie asked. Arthur furrowed his brows.

"What have we done?"

"I think it's best if I tell this bit to both you and your wife, so can you please request her appearance here?" Marjorie asked. Arthur nodded as he partially turned his back on the Auror.

"Molly, can you come here?" Arthur asked. Molly nodded as she appeared at the front door, weariness in her face.

"Is it about Percy?" Molly asked. Marjorie takes a deep breath in as she nodded.

"We have found Percival Rosier's body and performed an autopsy," she started. "We have the murderer, Camilla Rosier, under Veritaserum to explain the chronology and the motive of the murder, as well as the abuse he endured. The Rosier house-elf, Livvy, also helped backing the confession. Turns out, he was dead the whole time he was reported missing, and he'd been abused since he was five."

"No!" Molly screamed, hands over her mouth. Arthur weakly had a hand over his wife's back, though he seemed like he was going to pass out himself. Two thundering footsteps can be heard from the stairs, yet neither Arthur nor Molly had the energy to check on the twins as they focus on their own crippling emotions. Everything felt like a buzz for Arthur when his twins kept screaming his name that he grabbed the doorpost for support.

"Boys, can you stay back and go get your parents two glasses of water?" Edward asked, flashing them a sweet smile. The twins nodded as they moved back to give their parents space to sit, and Arthur had to force himself to sit as a glass of water was offered to him by one of his twins- he's too grief-stricken to pay attention which is which.

"Come on Dad, drink," one of the twins- the one closest to him- encouraged him. Arthur doesn't find the power within himself to move any muscles, though, as he only gazed into his son's brown eyes emptily. He felt that his face was very softly slapped and repeatedly, causing Arthur to snap into reality and looked around to see Marjorie softly slapping him.

"Drink." Arthur nodded as he accepted the glass from his son with his shaky weak hands, drinking the water. Once he puts down the glass, he takes a shaky breath as he looks over to see Edward whispering words of comfort to his wife whilst trying to force her to uncurl her fingers, his other twin son patiently holding a glass of water. Arthur takes a deep breath in as he blinks repeatedly, trying to gain more sense of reality.

"Is the m-murderer-" Arthur choked out the word 'murderer' "getting the w-worst?"

"Once we bring the case to a trial, we'll make sure that Mrs Camilla Rosier will be punished accordingly," Edward promised. "If it's not too heavy for you, we can read the autopsy report as well as the mistreatment."

"Please," Molly begged, her voice raspy. "Bring us to him. Please."

"We will." Molly nodded as she wiped her tears, taking a few deep breaths as she tried to stabilise herself. With a woozy head, Arthur forced himself to stand up, his knees so weak that he had to hold on to the wall nearest to him, holding onto his stomach as to contain the bile threatening to come up.

"Dad, I got you more water," one of his twin (now that Arthur wasn't frozen with grief, he can tell that it's George) said whilst holding a glass. "Drink up."

"Thanks," Arthur whispered as he takes the glass from his son, taking several gulps, somehow relieving his nausea. Arthur closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Noticing that his heart rate was going slower, he turned to look at his wife, who was also in the middle of calming herself.

"I need to use the Floo for a moment, excuse me," Arthur said to the Aurors in front of him before going for the Floo, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and throwing it to the fireplace, enunciating 'Lovegood House' before sticking his head in.

"Pandora, Xeno," Arthur called, his head in the Floo. He sees Xenophilius running in his direction, putting his coffee on the table. "I need your help."

"What is it?" He hears Xenophilius asks, crouching down at the fireplace.

"I need to go with Molly and the Aurors, would you watch my children for tonight?" Arthur requests, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Sure, just go and I'll be right there in a few." Hearing that, Arthur immediately ended the call, standing up to clean his face from the ashes before returning to the Aurors and his wife, crouching down to his sons who are waiting just nearby.

"Mum and Dad have to go with these Aurors-" Arthur kissed his children's warm cheeks, hugging their tiny, warm bodies. "Xeno will come here to accompany you. Close the door behind us and only open it if it's Xeno."

"Bye, Dad." Arthur lets go of his children, letting Molly have her hugs with the twins before also letting go, closing the door behind her.

"Let's go." Arthur takes a hold of his wife's hand who takes a hold of Marjorie's hand, Marjorie holding Edward's hand. Together, they disapparated away to Southampton Precinct.

As soon as Marjorie leads the couple to the morgue, Arthur's heart felt like shattering as he felt no power within him to stop his wife's screams, running to the lump forming like a little child on the examination table. Arthur can only stay still, his hands holding the door post tightly again. His eyes stings, he's not sure he's still breathing, he forced himself to lean on the wall, feeling weak on his knees. He killed his own son, he doesn't deserve to see him.

"Percy!" Molly sobbed as she observed her tiny son's face with her eyes full of tears. Thin lips, curly carrot hair, tall yet thin stature, not to mention the rotting cheeks and rotting nose. Molly opened Percy's eyes to find them blue, he really is Arthur's son. Molly threw her body on Percy as she sobbed, only to be pulled back by the Aurors each time she tries. She tried to resist, but why should she? She killed her own son.