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"Daddy?" Rose asked peering up at her father with big innocent brown eyes.

"Yes Princess?" Ron replied kneeling down next to the small girl.

"Why Mommy no wakey?" She cocked her head to the side as she spoke.

"What you mean darling?" said Ron as he picked up his five-year-old daughter.

Rose had bright, red hair after Ron, but took her mother's brown eyes. Her face was bombed with freckles. She was ever so adorable. Usually her face was bouncing with excitement and joy, but there, her face was stern and curious.

"Well, I went to ask her something and she was asleep. I poked her Daddy," She paused, "But she no wakey."

Ron's eyes narrowed.

"No." He gasped to himself.

Hermione had been ill. She had some muggle disease she inherited from her Muggle Genes. It was known as Cancer. He had been taking her to Kemo Therapy. It was medicine for her. The doctors told him. Yet, her disease was quite advanced. It hadn't actually taken its final tool on her. Did it?

Ron placed Rose on the ground and ran to his and Hermione bedroom. He ran over to the side of the bed where her thin, hairless, bruised body laid. He cupped his hand on her face and rubbed her arm gently with his other hand. She was cold. He gulped.

"Hermione, honey, wake up." Ron said not looking away from his wife,

No response. Ron said it again and again. He finally took her wrist and tried to find a pulse. Nothing. Something broke inside of Ron. He rested his head on the side of the bed, not letting go of Hermione's hand. This couldn't be true. It was a nightmare. Tears began to form in his eyes. One bye one the slide down his face.

"Hermione.." He repeated to himself. "Why?"

A small redhead walked up to Ron. Her face was paler than ever and her eyes were filled with sadness. For she just watch her dad crumble into pieces next to her sleeping mother. Her placed her small hand on her father.

"What wrong?" She asked sensing the unwanted emotion in the room.

Ron pulled Rose into a tight and hug whispered softly, "I don't think Mommy is gonna wake up."

Not understanding death, she just looked at her Dad and asked, "Mommy in a deep sleep?"

Pain stretched across Ron's heart and he sighed with a nod, "Yes Princess, yes."

Another tear escaped from his eye as the sound of a crying toddler filled the house.

"Hugo.." Ron sighed.

"Yeah, I can play with him now!" Rose squealed. She got up and ran out of the room.

Ron stood up and glimpsed over at his wife's corpse. He placed one small kiss on her cheek and whispered, "I love you…"

He too, then left the room and closed the door behind him. He went to go check on the brown haired, blue eyed boy he called Hugo, his only son. The boy would never get the chance to remember his mother. Three years didn't give much memory. Ron just wanted to melt down right then and there, but he had to stay strong for Rose and Hugo. Later, once he had called to let everyone know and after Harry and his brothers came over to help move her lifeless body, he make just actually fall apart himself. Right now through, he acted like nothing was wrong.

He walked into Hugo's room, where he found Rose chasing the poor boy around with a dress she wanted him to wear. A fight was beginning to erupt.

Ron chuckled lightly and smiled,

"Hermione, you certainly have left at a bad time. They have just started to bicker… again."