Title: Nobody else knew
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione has lost yet another member of her family.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. J. K. Rowling does.
Some notes: This is a sad little story which has a very personal meaning to me.( I hope there aren't many spelling or grammar mistakes as English is just my hobby and I have to use the Finnish to English dictionary a lot.)
Reviews are welcome!
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Nobody else knew by Shawnemelissa
Ron didn't cry when Ginny told that Hermione had lost her prematurely born son. He couldn't show his grief because nobody else knew.
Hermione had lost so much already. Her parents as innocent victims in the last battle against Voldemort. Her husband by the hands of the Death Eaters. And now her little son who as a premature infant wasn't ready to live. Six months in the shelter of the womb wasn't enough.
Ron didn't cry when the little lifeless body of the boy was put down in a grave inside a coffin that was hardly much bigger than a shoebox.
Ron didn't cry when all the friends surrounded Hermione at the funeral and comforted her in her grief. For nobody else knew.
Hermione had married Neville Longbottom few years after their graduation. Ron had cried then, after the celebration in his hotel room, in secret, alone.
Ron didn't cry at Neville's funeral, though he was there for Hermione to lean on, just like everyone else.
A little over month after the funeral Hermione had found out that she was pregnant. Ron had cried then. But for a reason no one else knew.
*****
Ron stood on a cliff looking up to the sky. There was a subtle breath of wind and thin wisps of cloud sailed below the stars. All the others who attended the funeral had left already.
Suddenly Ron felt a hand in his own. Hermione came beside him and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Do you remember that night after Neville's funeral?" she asked. "Remember those kisses and where they led us to? Remember when you said that you love me?"
Ron nodded silently. He wrapped his arms around Hermione. He felt how sore his heart was. Their hearts. And nobody else knew.
They stood there for a while leaning against each other, swaying softly in time with the wind. Until Hermione lifted her gaze and whispered, lighter than a breeze: "I love you too."
Then Ron cried. In Hermione's safe embrace Ron finally wept for his dead son.
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Note: Our son was born 14 weeks prematurely, but he was one of the lucky ones. He survived!
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione has lost yet another member of her family.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. J. K. Rowling does.
Some notes: This is a sad little story which has a very personal meaning to me.( I hope there aren't many spelling or grammar mistakes as English is just my hobby and I have to use the Finnish to English dictionary a lot.)
Reviews are welcome!
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Nobody else knew by Shawnemelissa
Ron didn't cry when Ginny told that Hermione had lost her prematurely born son. He couldn't show his grief because nobody else knew.
Hermione had lost so much already. Her parents as innocent victims in the last battle against Voldemort. Her husband by the hands of the Death Eaters. And now her little son who as a premature infant wasn't ready to live. Six months in the shelter of the womb wasn't enough.
Ron didn't cry when the little lifeless body of the boy was put down in a grave inside a coffin that was hardly much bigger than a shoebox.
Ron didn't cry when all the friends surrounded Hermione at the funeral and comforted her in her grief. For nobody else knew.
Hermione had married Neville Longbottom few years after their graduation. Ron had cried then, after the celebration in his hotel room, in secret, alone.
Ron didn't cry at Neville's funeral, though he was there for Hermione to lean on, just like everyone else.
A little over month after the funeral Hermione had found out that she was pregnant. Ron had cried then. But for a reason no one else knew.
*****
Ron stood on a cliff looking up to the sky. There was a subtle breath of wind and thin wisps of cloud sailed below the stars. All the others who attended the funeral had left already.
Suddenly Ron felt a hand in his own. Hermione came beside him and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Do you remember that night after Neville's funeral?" she asked. "Remember those kisses and where they led us to? Remember when you said that you love me?"
Ron nodded silently. He wrapped his arms around Hermione. He felt how sore his heart was. Their hearts. And nobody else knew.
They stood there for a while leaning against each other, swaying softly in time with the wind. Until Hermione lifted her gaze and whispered, lighter than a breeze: "I love you too."
Then Ron cried. In Hermione's safe embrace Ron finally wept for his dead son.
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Note: Our son was born 14 weeks prematurely, but he was one of the lucky ones. He survived!