~*~Ron's POV~*~
I stood in front of the door, waiting. She's never late, this isn't her. Just then, my mom came over and put a hand on my shoulder. I didn't look at her, instead I looked at my lap.
"I'll give it ten more minutes, but she is already nearly an hour and a half late Ron…" She said to me sympathetically.
"Bu-" I tried.
"No buts. All of your siblings have been ready to go for ages and are getting antsy."
I nod. I knew that we couldn't sit here all day. But I was worried. Hermione was the only person I have ever REALLY cared about the way I do. I had denied it up until 4th year after the Yule ball, but I do love her. What hurt the most was that she would never see me the same. And since I've known her so long, I know it isn't like her to be late. Something is wrong I can feel it.
Mom ended up giving me 20 more minutes, because she saw the distraught on my face. Not even Fred and George were making comments about her tardiness, that's saying something. Just as we all we getting ready to floo, a tap came at the window, a very familiar tap of an owl. But it wasn't Errol or Pig, it was a large white owl who looked very taken care of.
I ran to the window and the bird lifted a leg, bowing slightly. I took the note, not even caring about the politeness of the owl. I immediately began reading aloud.
Dear Weasley family,
We regret to inform you of the tragic accident that occurred earlier this morning.
A family friend of yours by the name of Hermione Jean Granger was hit by a malfunctioned flying car.
The car's magic levitation devices gave out for unknown causes thus far.
She is alive but we do not know if or how long she will stay that way.
She is currently unconscious as of this letter.
We send our condolences.
Sincerely,
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
I look up after finishing my verbal reading of the letter. But when I looked up I felt something trickle down my cheek. I look back down at the paper to see tear blotches all around it. I didn't even realize I had been crying before. I look back up, tears still falling down my face and I study everyone's expressions. They all stood there gaping at me but saying nothing. Then Ginny's face contorted and tears fell down her cheeks too.
"Oh Ron, I-I'm so sorry." She said walking up to me and wrapping her arms around me for a hug. I couldn't bring myself to talk, so I just dropped the letter and hugged Ginny too, laying my forehead on her shoulder (I had to hunch) and crying (but trying not to) into her Weasley sweater. Not long after, I felt two sets of arms wrap around me and Ginny in comfort, I knew it was Fred and George. They weren't crying, but that didn't mean they hadn't felt the blow. I soon lifted from her shoulder and wiped my eyes with my sleeves. Get a grip Ron! I'm stronger than this. I take a deep breath in then out.
"I'll be back soon. I don't know when though." Was all I said in a choked voice before apparating to St. Mungo's.
A/N: That was the second chapter! Read the next! Click that button! Anyway I hoped you liked the second chapter.