A/N i want to say sorry if you got the update e-mail more than once. i forgot to add a few things when i uploaded it. it was driveing me insane otherwise i wouldnt have bothered. so ya. here it is. the right version.
Chapter 2 – As it stands
August 1999
Ron unlocked the door to his two room apartment. He threw the keys onto the dish sitting on the table by the door. He flicked on the light and dumped his bag on the floor.
It had been two years since anyone had seen him. He had moved to Canada in hopes of starting fresh. He had gotten what he wanted. When he moved to Vancouver he had signed up for a muggle gym membership using the money from the war. He worked out his stress by pushing his muscles. He had a job working at a muggle coffee shop and lived in a one room apartment until he had saved up enough to get a place to live that didn't leak.
The aftermath of the war had taken a great toll on Ron. He had become quieter and not his old light hearted self. He was still a nice person; he had just lost his spark. He didn't know but a recruiter for a modeling agency had been watching him while he was at the gym. And they offered him a job. Soon Ron and his six pack could be seen in magazines everywhere. Working both jobs had given Ron a decent bank account.
To all of his employees and clients he was your ordinary 20 year old muggle. Ron and almost given up on magic when he left England. He still had his trunk in the back of his closet and out of habit he still carried his wand everywhere. He had learned to become a functioning muggle. He had a car and a toaster and anything a normal muggle would have. Except most muggles don't have a pet owl.
Yes. Pig was still around twittering around the lamp and teasing his golden retriever Honey.
He still hadn't totally gotten over the affects of the war. He still felt guilty. But the burn of his muscles after a hard work out helped soothe the pain.
Harry had figured out where he was soon after the war. He had left multiple messages on Rons answering machine (yes Ron learned how to use a phone). And Ron hadn't replied to any of them.
Ron yanked off his runners and socks and hit the button on the answering machine while he went to get a glass of water.
"Hey you've reached Ron. You know what to do. BEEEP." There was a pause and then, "Hey Ron its Harry. Pick up mate. I know you don't want to talk but I think you should know that Hermione's headed your way. She doesn't know your there I never told anyone. You should try to contact her while she's there. You guys need to talk. Do you ever need to talk… alright mate. Call me. You know my number." The answering machine beeped again.
When the messaged Harry had said that Hermione was coming to Vancouver Ron started choking on his water. Honey looked at him with her pleading brown eyes as if she knew something was wrong.
Ron hadn't given up on Hermione at all. He still wore his bolt on a silver chain around his neck. He still loved her. They were still married legally.
He walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. If he met up with Hermione would she even recognize him? He had gained a lot of muscle. He dared to say he even grew more. The Modeling agency had gotten him to dye his hair so it was now a dirty blonde rather than his old fire engine red. It was still longish but not quite as long. His freckles had stayed the same. Thankfully his bright blue eyes had stayed the same.
What was he going to do? He should meet up with Hermione. What if she was with someone else and he was the last person she wanted to see? It was settled then. She would have to come to him if she wanted to see him.
Hermione stood in the Vancover air port balenceing carefully while she stood at a news stand flipping through a magazine. The airport had a delay on getting the luggage out. Something about sparks.
She was jiggling the most important parcel of all on her hip while she flipped through celebrity gossip.
After Ron left Hermione had fallen apart. And what little bit of her was shattered even further when she discovered she was pregnant with Rons baby. The time in the hotel had been the only time she had had that sort of inter course. She was torn when the stick turned blue. Her husband had left her, some of her friends had died and now she was having a baby. Life seemed disastrous.
As soon as she pulled her self together enough to figure everything out she came up with a plan. Healer training was a 6 month course so if she started then she would be done by her due date. She would provide for her and her baby and be the best mother she could be given the circumstances
She rented a one bedroom apartment and moved in. as a significant person in the end of the war she was given enough money to be able to get the things a baby needs.
On March 1st 1999 in the middle of the night Hermione felt a sharp pain through her back and then a gush.
She quickly owled Harry and Ginny and they rushed her to St Mungos. Then on March 2nd at 2:30 pm she gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Emma Raquel Weasley was the name it said on the baby girl's birth certificate.
When Emma was 6 months old Hermione was sent to Vancouver Canada for a research seminar at the North America Institute of Magic Medicine.
This brings us to the magazine stand.
Hermione was flipping past store advertisements when something caught her eye. Or rather, someone. The person looked strangely familiar. She squinted and looked at the fine print at the bottom of the page. Her eyes immediately went to the Ronald Weasley after his name was multiple other things that weren't too pressing at that moment.
She nearly dropped Emma. Her husband was in a magazine modeling Calvin Klein jeans. Hermione still referred to him as her husband. She kept her plastic ring on a chain around her neck at all times.
After Ron had left she didn't know if he was dead or not. Obviously not.
She experienced a mix of emotions combining anger that he had left her and relief that he was okay. She purchased the magazine and went and sat on a bench balancing Emma on her nee.
She wasn't angry necessarily at what Ron had done. She understood why he might have done it. Ron was never a natural killer. That sort of thing could destroy him. But she was angry for not talking to her before he did.
She re-examined the add. It said that his modeling agency was in this city. Again Hermione would have dropped her baby if she hadn't been sitting down.
She examined the picture even more closely and realized that he had changed a lot. He had more muscle and he had dyed his hair. The blonde made her miss his bright red locks. She missed her Ron.
It amazed her everyday how much Emma looked like him. She had brilliant red hair and bright blue eyes. But she had inherited Hermione's curls. The six month old had an incredible amount of hair. Hermione usually tied it back in two pony tails on the top of her head so these two little poufs stuck out.
Emma and Hermione needed Ron. They needed a father and husband.
She was a woman on a mission. She was going to track down that boy if it killed her.