We know the words but lest go over them again—I OWN NONE OF J.K.R NOTICEABLE CHARACTERS! And I make no $$$

Whispers on the Wind

Alan's Only

SS/HG

PG ((Ha… like it will stay!))

Chapter 2

The sounds of people scurrying around me alarms me, but the feeling that I couldn't open my eyes scared me more. Nothing… was all I could do. I couldn't open my eyes I couldn't let out a sound, I couldn't even lift up my hand to get that annoying itch on my nose. I try to listen to the people around me… I could only make out one… Ron. Rage flew tho my veins my heart beat faster, but yet the anger only showed through as slightly redder tint to my cheeks. Ronald Wealsy, My husband for the last 12 years… was still standing at my bedside… After what he told me… after how he told the rest of his family… The suck of energy was fast, I had no idea where it came from… one second I was there the next. Nothing again…

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"Hermione…." a deep voice whispered to me, I turn in the arms I had grown so fond of, then shock ran tho me. I could move! A small smile tugged at my lips as I moved my body, wiggled my toes and finger but my eye, they still wouldn't open.

"Hermione…" the voice whispered again

"Y-yes?" I asked my voice cracking dryly, it felt like ages sense I was last able to talk… it sounded so weird to my ears.

"Hullo my love…" the voice whispered back.

I smiled again still unable to open my eyes. " What is going on?" I ask rising my hand to touch where I heard the voice coming from my hand rests on a long chin and cheek, the male's face.

"You have been badly hurt…"

"but…" I whispered back, my once foggy mind seemed to snap back into place every part of my lift flittering into the jagged rocks of my thoughts.

" What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ron yells coming to a screeching halt in front of her.

I looked down at him, standing at the top of the stairs holding up Ronald's wallet. "what the hell do you think I am doing? I am going tho my husband's wallet!" I yelled back opening, there it was… the proof I needed smiling up at me was the other family I knew he had. Him, Lavender and four little boys with Ron's flaming hair smiled brightly at the camera all waving.

"Hermione! It's not what you think it is!" He yells bounding up the stairs taking a grab for the wallet.

"It isn't?" I screech throwing the wallet off the balcony, just in time for Ron to hit me full force, Pushing me off of the 2 story railing, falling to the carpet with a dull thud.

"Oh god…" my body trembles as I feel tears form in my eyes. " Ron… Lavender…"

" Are… out in the open…" the voice says his hand runs softly along my cheek catching the tears I didn't know I had cried.

"But… what about?" I ask still trembling in my imagination's arms.

"You lost your baby… and have been little more then a vegetable for the last 9 months…"

AN:/ Still any good?