If Only We Could Touch...
"Fred?" she sounds scared.
"Yes, my 'Mione?" I wish with all my heart I could reach out and take her hand.
"I-I-" she stutters, a tear forming in the corner of her eye.
"Just say it" I whisper gently. When people think of me, the first thing they remember is my laugh, and the way I loved to joke. But that's gone now. I don't laugh anymore. Apparently dying does that to you. It takes a while to get used to being dead. I'm not sure I made the right choice by coming back. I thought it might mean I could be with the girl I love, but now I know it can't be. She's sitting before me, terrified by something she needs to tell me, and I can't even hold her close like I used to to make everything okay.
She swallows, seemingly in preparation of what she is about to say. When she opens her mouth, I have to strain to hear her terrified whisper
"I'm pregnant."
I don't know what to feel. I guess the best way to describe it is that I'm numb. I don't need to ask to know that when her child is born, it will be my child too. The look in her eyes is confirmation enough.
"Oh, Fred. What will we do?" she sobs. My heart aches for the woman I love but cannot touch.
Even though it breaks my heart, I know what to do.
"My brother loves you" I tell her.
"marry him, and he will raise our child as his own. He may be angry at first, but he will come round in the end. I know him"
There are tears flowing freely down both of our cheeks now as she agrees to my words.
Ron will take care of my baby girl. My little Rose.
And I will love both her and her mother, my beautiful 'Mione, until the end of time.
Should I do another chapter from Hermione's P.O.V?
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-Badger Xx