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Chapter 2: Blood and tears
A ragged, drenched figure huddled in the pouring rain.
"Ron, can I come in?" the figure whispered. Ron nodded dumbly. The figure hobbled into the room, before collapsing on the couch. Ron sat and pulled the hood away and looked into the black and blue face of one of his best friends, Hermione Granger, now Franklin.
"What happened, 'Moine?" he whispered, using a nickname she hadn't heard in years.
"It was the last straw," she murmured. Ron helped her out of her soaking cloak and shoes.
"Hermione, has he been beating you?" asked Ron, seeing the lines of bruises on her face and neck. Tired brown eyes met his and she nodded. She swayed slightly. Ron went to help her lie down and saw a spot of blood on the floor. He looked at the front door. There was a trail. Alarmed, he looked at Hermione. There was blood pooling under her, through her slacks.
"Hermione, please tell me this is your monthly?" Ron asked, hoping it was, even though there was too much blood for it to be that. She shook her head.
"I'm pregnant," she slurred and her head lolled to one side. Ron's eyes widened. He ran to the fireplace.
"Incendio!" he shouted, pointed his wand. A fire lit and he threw a handful of Floo powder in the flames.
"The Potters!" he called. "Harry! Harry!"
"What is it, Ron?" mumbled a disheveled Harry.
"You and Ginny need to get here now. Tell her to bring her kit. No questions!" said Ron, roughly. Harry's eyes widened and he nodded and the connection was cut. Ron went to Hermione and checked her pulse. Faint, but there. He cringed, but started to remove her outer sweater. He heard a loud CRACK and Harry and Ginny were in the room.
"Good grief, Ron. Is there a reason you….oh gods," said Ginny, seeing Hermione.
"Hermoine?" asked Harry, faintly. Ron nodded.
"Ginny, you're a mediwitch. Hermione is bleeding and I think she's miscarrying. She said she was pregnant," said Ron. Ginny went over to Hermione.
"Guys could you please step into the other room?" she asked. They nodded and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Ron went into the laundry room and found a pair of clean pants and shirt and dressed quickly. He ventured back into kitchen, where Harry had conjured a pot of coffee. Ginny came in quickly, covered in blood.
"Ron, contact St. Mungo and ask for Amanda Kato. Tell her Madame Potter needs five vials of Blood Replenishing potion and a bottle of Skele-Gro. I'm running low on everything," she said, tears in her eyes. Ron nodded and went into the living room. He heard Ginny's sobs as he Flooed the hospital.
"St. Mungos. How may I direct your Floo?" a voice said.
"Amanda Kato. Quickly, it's an emergency," Ron growled.
"One moment." Ron looked over at Hermione. She lay quietly.
"Amanda Kato here." A blond head appeared in the fire.
"My name is Ron Weasley and my sister is Ginny Potter. She is at an emergency house call and needs some supplies." Ron saw the woman's eyes light up at his name, but she spoke with professionalism.
"Yes, what does Madame Potter require?" she asked. Ron told her the list.
"I'll be right there. Where are you located?" asked Amanda.
"Just say Ron Weasley's. The Floo will get you here," he said. Amanda nodded and signed off.
Harry and Ginny appeared from the kitchen, Ginny's face blotchy and red.
"Ron, why don't we get Hermione upstairs to a more comfortable place. Is the guest room open?" said Ginny.
"I was storing stuff in there. It's a mess. We can just put her in my room," said Ron. He stooped and gently picked up Hermione. He climbed the stairs. He entered his room and laid Hermione on the bed. Ginny came in and transfigured and cleaned her clothes into a pair of red cotton pajamas. Ron pulled the covers over her and sat. He took one of Hermione's hands in his. Her nails were ragged and red. The bruises on her wrists were like a macabre-style bracelet. He felt a coil of anger began to tighten and grow in his gut.
"Ginny?" a voice floated up the stairs. Ginny went to the top of the stairs.
"Amanda, we're up here," she said. A tall blonde witch appeared in the doorway a couple minutes later with a kit. Ginny took it from her and began administering the potions. Ron grabbed his cloak. Harry noticed and grabbed his arm.
"Where are you going, mate?" he asked.
"To kill that bastard," said Ron, a murderous look in his eyes.
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