This is a fan fiction I write with a prompt on Livejournal, and thought i'd share it with everyone on here. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you don't feel to sad about this story.

If you had time to read it, I hope you spare an extra one minute to review it, so I can hear what you think and possibly write more in the future.

Disclaimer: Ron, Hermione, Rose & Hugo belong to Jo Rowling. I just took them, and...well... hurt Ron.

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"Excuse me, please, can I come in-"

"I'm sorry, miss, you'll have to take a seat and we'll call for you-"

"No!" she hissed back at the healer, "I need to go in now! That's my husband in ther-"

The healer held their hands up, "I am aware of your relation with the injured, but please do take a seat, we'll do a better job if your out here"

"But-"

The healer left, and Hermione sniffed, holding back the tears. She turned around to see Rose and Hugo, their 2 children, on the waiting room chairs outside the room Ron was in. They were only young, and were on the brink of losing their father.

Rose was swinging her legs, her feet not touching the floor, and reading a book, or atleast looking at the pictures, and Hugo was playing with leaflets and randomly picking his nose, watching people go past.

They were too young to realise what they were there for, and Hermione didn't want to tell them just yet. He might live, but he might not. The curse that hit him was deadly and it was 50/50 on whether he'd make it.

She took a seat next to Hugo, and watched him.

"Hunny, don't" Hermione said, pulling at his arm, gently, taking his finger out his nose. She took a tissue from her bag, and held it at his nose for him. "blow"

He blew his nose, and she threw the tissue in the bin, next to her.

"Mummy, why are we here?"

She sighed, "We wont be long, okay?"

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"Mrs Weasley?" called a healer, walking to the family, and holding a clipboard. Hermione shot up, and tears formed in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I just want to say that your husband is in a stable condition"

Hermione grinned, "That's fantastic!"

"Would you like to-" they nodded to the door, looking at the bored children.

She nodded, "Yes, thank you ever so much!" Hermione looked at the kids, "Daddy's in there, want to see him?"

"Yay, daddy!" screamed Rose, throwing her book out of her way in the middle of the corridor, and running into the ward, shouting 'DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!"

"Shush, Rosie!" Hermione said, following her with Hugo in her arms, who was rubbing his eyes, tired from the wait.

"Mummy, i'm tired"

She stroked his hair and kissed him, "We wont be long, okay, hunny?"

Rose had reached her dad, and she saw him laying there, eyes open barely and looking at his daughter with teary eyes.

"Daddy, I missed you" she hugged her father, her short arms barely fitting around him. He attempted to hug her back.

"I missed you, too"

Ron looked up at Hermoine and saw her crying, holding Hugo and staring at him. She gave him a weak smile, and went to the other side of his bed. She put Hugo down in a chair, and he curled up, letting out a small snore.

"You okay?" she asked in a whisper. Rose had climbed onto the bed, and was now laying in Ron's arms. She was always a daddy's girl, and hardly left his side.

Ron reached for her hand and stroked it, "Just barely... you?"

"I've been better" she told him, starting to cry. Ron had tears falling down his cheek.

"Don't cry!" Rose called out, hugging her dad, then stroking her mum's hand. "Daddy's here, he's okay!"

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