Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter, don't we all know that!
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic! There is no set numbers of chapters as of now. Just please let me know what you think!
She sat silently looking at the photo. It was of her and him. It was their wedding day. She was so happy, and he was grinning, they were both waving in the picture. She turned the photo over in her hands and looked at the date; eight years to the date. She gave a heavy sigh and then replaced the photo into a simple white frame.
Hermione returned the frame to its original place on top of the drawers. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to smooth out her shirt, somewhat successfully completing the task. She brushed out her hair and then walked out of her bedroom.
It was still early morning, the sun had not risen, and it was time to wake up her children. She walked up the stairs and opened the first door on the right quietly. She walked over to the bed and was greeted by a mess of strawberry-blonde curls on a pillow. Hermione turned down the covers and gently began waking her daughter.
"Anise…Anise, sweetie; time to get up, you have school today." Her daughter began to mumble. Hermione leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Now, get yourself up while I wake up your brother."
Hermione left her daughter's room and walked to the next door in the hallway. The room was painted a light blue with clouds scattered throughout the room. Along the wall was a small bed and inside was her three-year old son, Matthew. Hermione walked over to the bed and lifted out her son.
"Happy Birthday Mattie." Hermione whispered, gently rocking him. It was this day that was so special to her, yet it was painful thinking about the day that brought her son into the world.
"Hermione?" called her husband from their bedroom.
"Yes, love?" Hermione answered back from the bathroom.
"Which tie should I wear?"
"Ronald, I can't tell you if I can't see them." Hermione laughed.
"Erm…yes, I'm coming." Ron walked into their bathroom with two ties in his hands. He held them up so Hermione could give her opinion.
"I like the blue one." Ron looked down. "Okay?" Hermione asked.
"Perfect," he smiled "Just like you." Hermione blushed. "By the way, have I told you Happy Anniversary yet?" Ron asked, wrapping his arms around Hermione's waist.
"Yes, you have, about 100 times." Hermione smiled. "Oh, did you feel that?" Hermione asked, grabbing her stomach.
"I sure did, we have a little kicker in there." Ron rubbed Hermione's eight and a half months pregnant stomach. "I think it's a boy."
"What makes you so sure?" Hermione turned towards him.
"Well, we already have Anise, so I think we need a boy. Besides there are some 'moves' to make sure it's a boy." Ron looked pretty confident.
"Oh, really now?" Hermione laughed.
"Yes, as a matter of fact." Ron stood up straight.
"Well, we'll have to wait and…" Hermione looked down and grabbed the bottom of her stomach. "Oh God."
"Hermione, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Ron asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Ron…my water just broke." Hermione stuttered.
"Well…okay, don't panic." Ron took deep breaths. "Okay…things to do…get Anise and call parents." Ron started pacing around the bathroom.
"Ronald, please calm down, this is helping no one!" Hermione looked frazzled.
"Got it!" Ron ruffled his hair. "I'll be back in a second." With that Ron apparated.
"Hello?" Ron was banging on his sister's door. "Ginny, Harry?" Ron heard grumbling on the other side of the door as it began to unlock.
"What the bloody hell do you want Ron?" Harry asked his glasses not straight on his face.
"Hermione…water broke…Anise needs to be watched…hospital" Ron said as quickly as he could.
"Wait, slow down. Hermione's in labor?"
"That's what I said." Ron was frustrated. "Can you or Ginny come watch her please?"
"Yeah, of course." Harry turned around and shouted into the house. "Ginny, love, come here please." Ginny came into view a few seconds later.
"Ronald, what now?" Ginny placed her hands on her hips.
"Can you watch Anise, Hermione's water broke, will explain later!" Ron sighed heavily.
"Of course, let me grab a jacket and I'll be over in a second." With that last word, Ron was gone with a pop, back to his wife who was standing in the middle of their bathroom.
Hermione smiled, it was their son's third birthday and he had missed it, had missed the last as a matter of fact. It was this day two years ago that her husband had disappeared from all their lives. He was gone and left no clues as to what had happened.
