I saw there was a bit of confusion.

Hugo is not a Prefect, he is only a first year.

Scorpius is/was. McGongall was addressing Scorpius when she took away his badge.

Just wanted to clear that up!

Enjoy!

Hermione's eyes went wide, "That isn't funny Harry." She could feel her eyes welling up with tears and her legs turning to jelly. Those were the words she longed to hear, and now that they were being said she didn't believe them.

"Do you think I would joke about this Hermione?"

"No." Hermione said in a small voice. "How is he?" a million questions raced through her mind that was the first one to come out.

"He's been better, but when I left the Healers were fixing him up nicely."

"Where was he?" She still couldn't believe all this was happening.

"You know I can't tell you Hermione."

"Harry. Where was he?"

"You know I can't tell you. If he wants to tell you he can, your marriage bond will protect you from ever repeating it. But as an Auror I can't tell you."

"Then tell me as a friend Harry."

"Hermione-just get dressed. I'll take you to him." Harry nudged her out the door.

She let her feet carry her into her room, she put on a pair of jeans and blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror and put on light make-up, she might as well look half decent. She didn't bother with her hair knowing that Ron had always loved it wild and natural. She left her bedroom and found Harry leaning against the wall in the hallway.

She clutched Harry's sweaty hand, and they apparated to St. Mungos. Harry nodded and flashed his badge to the Welcome Witch guiding Hermione to the elevators. The arrived to the Fourth Floor: Spell Damage. Hermione felt her legs get weak and her throat get dry. She followed Harry down the corridors and through a door that Harry needed to enter a password into. He pushed the door open and Hermione saw Ginny sitting in a small waiting room with Lily on the floor coloring. Ginny seemed to be staring at the opposite wall as if it held all the answers. She stood up when she saw Harry enter the room and ran to Hermione.

"It's okay." Ginny grasped her best friend in her arms and rubbed her back, "It's him Hermione." She whispered.

Hermione nodded her head and released Ginny, "Thank you, Ginny." Ginny had conveyed much more than she had said with her embrace.

Down the corridor to her right she saw a room guarded by two Aurors. Hermione knew that was his room. She was ready for this, she could do this. She dreamed of this, and she was waiting to wake up from the dream. She was almost afraid to open the door, she feared this amazing dream would end. Harry walked her to the door, both the Aurors- whom Hermione recognized as good friends of both Harry and Ron-nodded towards her and stepped aside for her to go in.

"Send a patronus to McGonagall, tell her to send the kids here immediately. Tell her not to tell them why. When they get here send Rose in first. Tell Hugo to wait in the hall." Hermione took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He was in a private room, his bed in the center. He looked like her Ron but older, he had bags under his closed eyes and bandages surrounding large portions of his body. A small cry escaped her lips and he slowly opened his eyes now aware of his company. She looked right into his blue eyes and couldn't hold back any longer, she launched across the room and into his arms.

"Oh Ron, it's really you." she cried into his chest, he smoothed down her hair with one hand and held her close with the other.

He took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head, "I'm here 'Mione. It's okay." he continued to sooth her.

She sat upon the edge of his bed holding his hands in hers. "How are you feeling?" she choked out.

"Much better now." he gave a faint smile.

"Where were you? Where have you been? It's been almost twelve years Ronald, if you were alive why didn't you write?" Her happiness was setting in and turning into pain.

"Now is neither the time or place for that conversation." he closed his eyes and opened them again taking a deep breath.

Hermione straightened herself up, "Ronald Weasley, don't you dare ever do that to me again. You hear me?" She grasped his head in her hands staring deep into his eyes. It was real, this was all real. She was flooded with a million emotions and she couldn't figure out where to start. "Do you hear me?" She cried again, the tears streaming down her face. He nodded his head and she kissed him hard on the mouth.

Harry opened the door interrupting them, "Hermione." He cleared his throat.

"Send her in." Hermione said standing and walking towards the door. Rose entered the room rather confused and her eyes landed on Ron. She looked at her mother, who nodded with tear filled eyes. Rose froze in her place and Hermione slowly walked her towards the bed.

"Daddy." she whispered as she reached him and grasped his hand.

He nodded, "Rosie look how big you gotten. You look just like your mother."

"She may look like me, but she's all you." Hermione said smiling at the two of them.

"Daddy, why did you leave?" Rose asked not fighting the tears. "Why didn't you come home? I needed you Daddy, we needed you."

Ron sat up straighter wincing a bit as he leaned towards his daughter. Grasping her hand tighter, "Rosie . I would never leave you. I was...I was somewhere I can't tell you about. You have to understand that. I can't tell you exactly what I was doing, but it was related to work and it went terribly wrong. I'm so sorry Rosie. I know you needed me, both of you." He said grasping Hermione's hand as well, "And I wanted to be there for both of you. But I couldn't be."

"Are you staying?" Rose asked worried.

"I wouldn't dream of leaving again." He said kissing her forehead. "Come on, sit down." He said patting the space next to him, "Tell me about Hogwarts. I see you're a Gryffindor, that's good, and a Prefect. I'm proud."

"Rose, why don't you tell your father what other position you hold." Hermione smiled.

Rose smiled back at her mother, "I play Keeper for the Quidditch team! James says I'm a shoo in for captain next year."

Ron clapped his hands together, "That's my girl! Hermione, we've got the perfect son and daughter all in one. I'll say we have some amazing genes."

Rose looked at Hermione, who stood up and walked back towards the door. "Ron, there's someone you need to meet." Her voice trembling.

His face fell all the happiness was almost too good, "I don't want to meet him, as long as he treats you well. That's all I need to know."

"Ronald, what are you going on about?" Hermione asked hand gripping the door handle.

"You're new husband-" He started.

"New husband!" She shrieked, "Ronald Weasley how dare you think I replaced you." She was advancing towards him now, "What do you think I am? That I would go out and find the next man on the street? I will have you know that I haven't even been on a date in the last twelve years." She looked him deep in the eyes and in a lower voice said, "I love you too much. It hurt too much."

"I'm sorry 'Mione. I just assumed you found someone new. Look at you. You're gorgeous and bloody brilliant."

"Language Ronald. Especially in front of Rose." she stood back up and opened the door, "As I was saying before there is someone I want you to meet." She motioned to someone outside, "Ronald, this is Hugo, your son."

Hugo stood in the door way and Ron's jaw dropped. He looked from Rose, to Hermione, to Hugo. "M-m-m-my son?" He stammered.

"Yes Ronald, your son...our son." She said pushing Hugo into the room and shutting the door. "A while after you disappeared I found out I was pregnant."

Ron was still in shock and just stared at the boy. There was no denying this was his son, he looked like an exact clone of a young Ron. "Yes, well, come on over here Hugo. Give your old man a hug."

Hugo stood exactly where he was, "Come on Hugo." Hermione said placing her hands on his shoulders, "It's okay, this is your father."

Hugo looked at Rose who nodded her head furiously. He didn't know what to say. He leaned over and hugged this strange man he had only ever seen in pictures, and heard of in stories.

"So, Hugo. First year at Hogwarts, yeah?" Ron was trying to start a conversation with him but Hugo stared at Hermione unsure of what to do. "You play Quidditch?" Ron asked trying to edge the conversation along, Hugo shook his head no. "You play chess?" Ron tried again a bit more hopefully. Hugo switched his gaze to Ron and nodded his head. "Any good?" He asked.

Rose cut in, "The best, besides you."

"Really? Well we'll have to play. Yeah?" Hugo just shrugged and nodded his head.

A nurse opened the door and smiled pushing a cart into the room, "So good to see you all here, Ron has been asking for you since he woke up." She looked at the family and sighed again, "One day." She muttered grabbing her wand, "Alright young ones, you'll have to wait in the waiting room for a bit. You of course can stay Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione stood up, "Of course, thank you. Come on kids come wait in the waiting room with Aunt Ginny." She opened the door where Harry stood talking to the Aurors, the kids pushed passed and Hermione motioned to Harry, "Please talk to Hugo. He won't say a word." Harry nodded and went off after them.

Hermione returned to the room where the nurse was replacing his bandages. It was the first time Hermione was able to see the wounds, they were deep. The nurse applied dittany and Ron winced grabbing the bed railing. Hermione rushed back over to him and he grasped her hand. She rubbed his soothingly as the nurse continued to apply ointments and medicines to the wounds and replace the bandages. The nurse was mixing a potion together when a crash was heard in the corridor. She immediately jumped back and put up a shield.

"I will hear none of this! That's my son and you will let me in immediately." Molly Weasley was outside the door and she was not going to be stopped. "You let me in right this second."

Hermione heard Ron laugh. She looked at him and smiled, and laughed harder, "At least mum hasn't changed." The nurse sighed and dropped her shield beginning to mix the potion once again.

"Molly please. Just wait till the nurse it done." It was Harry trying to reason with her.

"Molly listen to the boy." Mr. Weasley said.

"Yeah mum, don't get your knickers in a twist." George was now present.

"There will be none of that about my knickers George Weasley." Molly said, "I'm sorry, Harry my dear. I just, I want to see my baby."

Hermione felt Ron's grip get tighter on her hand, "It's okay." She whispered in his ear and placing a kiss on his cheek. The nurse handed him his potion which he drank in one. He winced at the taste and opened his mouth to show her he had swallowed it all.

"All done for now. Should I tell them to come in?" she asked amused.

"Yes please." Hermione said giving Ron a quick reassuring peck on the lips while the nurse opened the door to leave, "It's okay." She whispered again.

"Oh Ronnie!" was in the room and at his side in a second sobbing. "I brought you some dinner." She said pulling out a container packed with food.

"Thanks mum, I missed your cooking." Ron said smiling, "I missed you Mum, I missed all of you."

"We missed you too Ronnie." Molly said assessing her youngest sons wounds. "All wrong here, all wrong." She said removing a bandage, "Thankfully I brought my Weasley healing cream."

"Mrs. Weasley I really don't think you should do that." Hermione said watching her peel the bandages off.

"Hogwash." Mrs. Weasley replied, "This cream has healed everything. It'll have him fixed up in no time."

"It's true 'Mione." Ron said wincing a bit, "Mum uses it for everything."

Hermione gave him a knowing look. She knew he was just saying that to satisfy his mother and she didn't want to ruin it for him. Not when she had just gotten him back. A row was the last thing she wanted to start.

"How are things at the Ministry dad?"

"Wonderful, Kingsley has really turned the place around, your Hermione here has been the front runner in everything. She's really made a difference for everyone." Arthur smiled proudly at his daughter in law.
Ron looked up at Hermione, "My 'Mione, I wouldn't expect anything less."

"He's exaggerating." She said blushing.

"Next Minister of Magic, I hear." Arthur laughed, "Don't be modest Hermione, be proud of what you've done."

Hermione blushed again, Ron held his gaze on her, "You'd take it right?"

"Take what?" Hermione asked looking back at him.

"Minister."

"I honestly don't know. It's a lot of pressure, and I can't focus on any of that right now. I need to care for you."

"Care for me?" He laughed, "I plan to be up and back at work by next week."

"Back at work?" Hermione jumped up. "You...you can't mean that."

"What did you expect Hermione? Did you think I was going to just sit home?" Ron said sitting up fully now.

Hermione walked to the front of his bed clutching the railing so hard her knuckles turned white, "No Ronald, but I didn't expect you to go back so soon. It's still dangerous. You can't, I won't allow it. I just got you back, I don't want to lose you again."

"You're not my mother Hermione, nor do you own me. You can't tell me what I can and can not do. It's not your decision." He didn't mean to say it and instantly regretted it.

Hermione had her mouth open and was grasping at all the words she wanted to say, she looked somewhat like a fish. So instead of saying anything, she turned on her heel and walked across the room, without looking back she opened the door and went to slam it shut behind her. Before she did she looked over her shoulder, "I may not be your mother but I am the mother of your children." She left slamming the door shut.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

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