Hermione Weasley
Rose- 2 Hugo- 6 months
Rosie Weasley wasn't feeling very well. She had a fever and was throwing up all the time. She laid on the couch of her living room, with a few stuffed animals, her favorite blanket, and she was watching her favorite show on the Muggle telly. Her hair was more straggly than usual, and was plastered to her face.
"Mummy!" Rosie called into the small cottage they lived in.
"Hold on, Rosie." Hermione was currently changing Hugo's nappie. Caring for a sick little girl and a little baby boy was not easy work.
"Mummy, hurry! I gotta throw up!" At this, Hermione stopped buttoning Hugo's clothes, quickly picked him up, and ran down the stairs. Hermione sat Hugo down on his blanket, and ran over to Rosie, who was reaching for the bucket on the floor. Rosie didn't like throwing up in the toilet, since she had to get up, so Hermione had gotten her bucket that she threw up in, and then Hermione would wash it out.
When Hermione reached Rosie, she quickly picked up the bucket and handed it to Rosie. As soon as Rosie had the bucket, she puked into it. Hermione patted her back, and whispered sweet nothingness. As she helped Rosie, Hugo decided he needed his mummy's attention, so he started shrieking.
"Hugo, shh…" Hermione cooed from far away, trying to calm Hugo from ajar.
"Mummy…" Rosie moaned in discomfort. She was off and on throwing up at the moment, and she was not having it. "Make it stop, Mummy." She moaned again.
"Oh, honey." Hermione felt awful. She couldn't do anything to help her daughter.
"I can make you a pain potion." Hermione offered.
"Will it help?" Rosie asked.
"Yeah," Hermione was racking her brain for a potion that could help Rosie. "Oh, Rosie!" Hermione exclaimed. "I know just the potion!" When Rosie finished, Hermione cleaned her up, gave Rosie her water sippy-cup and took Hugo with her to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, Hermione put Hugo in his baby swing, and started on the potion.
Two puking sessions, a baby tantrum, a bath, and three hours later, the potion was ready for Rosie to drink.
"Okay, Rosie. Drink this up, and the n you'll take a little nap. But, when you wake up you'll feel all better. Okay?" Rosie nodded her head.
"Okay, Mummy. Love you."
"I love you too, Rosie."
-A mother takes care of her sick child-
