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Hoping and Wishing
Hermione Weasley hesitated at the ward door, afraid of what she was going to see once she walked in there like she had done ever since the Final Battle of Hogwarts. A warm hand rested on her shoulder and she looked up into the smiling face of Harry Potter. He nodded at her, encouraging her to go in. She pushed the door open lightly and breezed in. She walked until she reached the last bed at the end of the ward, among people who start fires and prune the front garden naked. She looked at the occupant of the bed but he didn't look up from his conversation with himself. Ronald Weasley was busy at the moment.
"Hey Ron" Hermione said, breaking the awkward silence. He looked up at her, perplexed as to who she was. "Its me, Hermione, your wife" Ron turned his head to the side and said "Hey Ron who's this?" then he replied to his own question "I have no idea" Ron looked angry "I suggest you co-operate with me" He then laughed and said "make me" And with that, Ron began to punch his legs, now apparently unaware that Hermione and Harry were sitting at the end of the bed, awkwardly. Hermione's eyes filled with tears watching her husband hit himself and she ran out of the room, noticed only by Harry.
Once she was out of there and into the waiting room, she let the tears come. Her chest heaved with sobs as she hugged her knees to her chest, shaking her head. In the Final Battle, Ron had been hit with an unidentifiable curse. He had been drained of his sanity and only now was it starting to come back to him, over two years since the war had ended. His sanity was not yet fully restored and he often fought with himself and forgot who Hermione was, despite the fact he had married her and they had a duaghter together, fathered the night before the war began. As Hermione cried she felt someone sit down and hug her.
She looked up to see Ginny holding Ally-Anne Weasley, Hermione's daughter. "Mommy" she squealed happily and struggled to get free from her aunty. Ginny placed her in Hermione's arms and said" I'm going in too see Ron, are you coming" Hermione nodded numbly and followed her back into the ward, Ally-Anne still in her arms. Ron was fighting with a young nurse named Adella, who was trying to convince him too take his pills. She managed to cram them down his throat before leaving, muttering under her breath. Ally-Anne jumped out of Hermione's arms and ran to greet her daddy.
She sat on his lap and a look dawned across his face "Hey Ally-Anne" he said happily. Hermione couldn't believe it. She had only told him about Ally-Anne once, around one and a half years ago but Ron had never met her, he had only seen photos of her. And not many at that. But here he was hugging his daughter joyfully, as if nothing had changed. Hermione realised that this was the first sign of Ron's memory coming back. She watched on in wonder at the effect an innocent child could have on a man who's memory had been impaired. Ally-Anne Weasley had a special love that bound her to her father, one that could bring his memory back.