A/N: I can't say how thankful I am for the response this story has had! I'm SO pleased you are enjoying it. I have several more chapters written, just working out the kinks! I also wanted to state that this is a Romione story. A guest reviewed that they hoped it wouldn't be a Ron bashing story. It will not be. He is my favorite character and I could never do that to him. That being said, off we go!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing of hers!

Chapter 2

As she was approaching the door she heard small whimpers and moans.

"Mummy!" Her daughter sobbed. She burst into the room and flicked on the light next to the crib illuminating the pastel yellow room.

"I'm here sweetheart." Hermione whispered. Wiping her curly hair back from her face. "It's alright."

She looked at her beautiful daughter. At a few months over two she had shoulder length, wildly curly, deep red hair. Which was now sticking to her neck and face because of all the glistening sweat. Her skin was normally a honey colored tone. Over the past few days it had faded to pale as she had grown more ill. Her eyes were crystal blue and as bright as could be. Now, they were pooled with tears, many of which already spilt onto her cheeks. Other than her petite nose, she was the image of her father. At times like these, that fact was like a blow to the gut for Hermione.

"Mummy!" Hermione was drawn back to her daughter's cries. She twisted and was moving restlessly.

"Owiee!" She cried. Hermione noticed her daughter was sweating much worse than when she put her to bed; her maroon nightdress plastered to her skin. She was starting to shiver and curl up into a small ball.

"I know Rosie. Drink this, love." Hermione handed her daughter the bottle and performed a spell to pull up her daughter's hair into a plait. Rose kept crying and pushed the bottle away from her face with her little hands, reaching out for Hermione instead.

"Rosie, you've got to drink it to feel better." As Rose still refused the bottle, still grasping for her mum, Hermione cast a spell to determine her temperature. When the red smoky numbers appeared in from of Rose's forehead Hermione gasped. Forty one degrees Celsius. She quickly picked Rose up. Rose grabbed tightly onto Hermione's shirt, bunching it into her small fists. She tried desperately to feed Rosie the bottle with Rose still rejecting it. Hermione realized the fever had spiked during the night was too dangerous for her to control anymore. She bounced her child gently up and down, rubbing her back in small circles as she rushed to pack her nappy bag with the items she might need. Hermione wrapped Rose in a small flannel and jumped into the fireplace and hesitated before declaring "St. Mungo's Hospital." As green flames engulfed the pair.

They reappeared in a sterile white room with many chairs. It was still in the early hours of the morning and many of them weren't full. Hermione looked over to the welcome desk where a few nurses were standing looking at paperwork. Rose let out a sharp cry, as Hermione hurried over to get Rose checked. Hermione was trying to gather her thoughts gently rocking and trying to comfort her daughter. A tall thin nurse walked up to the pair. She put her hand out and quickly led them into a small room. The woman closed the door and sat on a stool next to a paper covered bed.

"Hello, I'm nurse Bell." She smiled. "Let's get some information on this little lady, shall we?" The nurse conjured an enchanted quill and parchment. Hermione kept rocking as soothingly as she could while Rose's shaking became stronger and crying became louder. Hermione could feel Rose's fists pushing harder into the skin of her chest where her shirt was becoming moist from Rose's sweating body.

"Her name is Rose Weasley. She's my daughter. She's two years and almost three months. She's had a high fever the past few days, but I've had it under control!" Hermione said frantically. She had never seen Rose this worked up before. She detached Rose as much as she could from her blouse. She looked into her bright blue eyes before Rose desperately wrapped her little arms around Hermione's neck. In the quick glance Hermione had managed, she recalled seeing the same eyes in such pain during the horcrux hunt- while Hermione was mending a splinched shoulder... Hermione shook her head and noticed that she herself was beginning to form tears.

"It spiked last night. I don't know what happened!" Nurse Bell nodded her head and walked towards the bed.

"Let's get her on a bed and we'll run some tests." Nurse Bell conjured a patronus in the form of a small sparrow which flew out the door. A few seconds later a man walked through, wearing the same uniform as Nurse Bell. He was a large man but quite short. He had a beard that went to his chest and longer blonde hair pulled up to a bun on his head.

"This is Nurse McKay, he'll be helping me with Rose." Nurse McKay smiled and nodded once to Hermione. She nodded in understanding and started to detach Rose from her body. Rose screamed louder and hung on tighter. The nurses came over and spoke in soothing tones while they helped release Rose. When they did, they gasped. The front of Hermione's shirt was stained with splotches of blood. Through Rose's sobbing and shouting of 'Mummy!' She was also coughing up blood.

The nurses set quickly to work. They positioned Rose on the bed and transfigured it to have small bars surrounding it; ensuring that if the small child did move about, she would stay safely inside. They then began to wave their wands over her casting specialized fever reducing, pain relieving, and calming spells. With the final calming spell cast, the child was rendered weak and soon was asleep. Hermione was frozen staring as Nurse McKay and Bell were changing Rose into a small hospital gown and transferring the information already given to a clipboard on her bed.

"When did this start?" Nurse Bell asked, snapping Hermione out of watching the scene before her.

"Three days ago." Hermione responded noticing her throat was heavy and scratchy. She watched as Nurse McKay now performed diagnosing spells. Tears falling from her eyes, she continued.

"I t-took her to the local hospital where we live two days ago. They ran t-tests, but, but they said it would pass in a few days!" Hermione sputtered. "And then... Then this happened..." Nurse Bell's eyes softened. She put a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"You did the right thing Mrs. Weasley. You may feel like you didn't do enough, but you have cared for her precisely, and brought her here in time." Hermione grimaced when she called her that. She slowly nodded barely feeling the comfort Nurse Bell was offering.

"We need to fill out some paperwork, and we'll get her diagnosed and treated as soon as we can." Nurse Bell patted her gently on her forearm and led her to a wooden chair that sat next to Rose's bed.

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