AN: I will be gone at the cabin for the rest of the week. The next time I can conceivably update is sometime on Sunday and possibly tomorrow night. I'm so sorry guys I was going to update last night but then I had to pack and I totally forgot we were celebrating my brother's girlfriend's birthday. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

Fred POV

Hermione slept on my chest until the healers made me leave. George tried to get me to talk but I had no idea what to say. This was probably the second longest day of my life. The first being the Final Battle. I slept fitfully as I had every night using what was usually Hermione's pillow. Her smell was all around me this way and was in some ways a torture. At least the healers said she should be free to go in a few days which I was very grateful for.

"You didn't sleep at all did you?" George said peaking into my room from our joined bathroom where he was brushing his teeth. I guess that meant it was morning.

"I might have." I said pushing myself up from my large bed. "but I doubt it."

"You can't keep doing this to yourself. Even when they were on the hunt you did better than this." George said sitting on the bed next to me. "When her memory comes back she'll kick your ass for not taking better care of yourself. Hell she might do it now. She always had that Hufflepuff streak in her."

I smiled at him and he smiled back. He said when her memory comes back not if when. Just hearing that made me feel better immensely. But then that horrible doubt come back to my mind. What if her memory never did come back? What would I possibly do? Divorce wasn't possible in the Wizarding World and to be perfectly honest I didn't want to divorce her even if she didn't remember me.

And then there was our child. My wife was pregnant. I was going to be a father. We had talked about and she had told me how much she wanted kids but I really doubted she thought about that now. If only she had kept a diary or a journal of some sort but she usually didn't have the patience for it or forgot to write in it. Not very helpful when you were missing three years worth of memories.

"Come on Fred go on to the hospital I'll open the store." George said before striding across my room and left. I absently got dressed and apparated to St Mungo's.

The pristine white halls were empty and a matronly woman that reminded me of mum was sitting at the front desk. She nodded at me and I nodded back. She hadn't asked why I was here once. She had been there when I brought Hermione in.

"PLEASE I NEED HELP!" I cried urgently carrying my wife in my arms as best I could. Blood was pouring out of a large cut on her head where the wall had hit her hardest. Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care.

"Sweet Circe." The woman behind the counter stood slowly her eyes large. "What happened?"

"A wall fell on my wife and hit her head pretty hard. Please help her!" I gasped desperately holding her close to my chest.

She pulled out her wand and placed it against her neck. "Sonorus... 418 WE HAVE A 418 IN THE ENTRANCE!" Her voice echoed loudly through the building. Three healers darted around the corner a moment later and stopped when they saw me cradling Hermione close to my body. The healers had to pry my hands off of her body. I found myself looking at scraps of fabric from the sweater she had been wearing. This was not how this day was supposed to happen at all.

"Mr Weasley?" I stopped and turned back to the front desk.

"Yes Miriam?"

"You forgot to sign in." She said pushing a clipboard forward. We seemed to have a routine we followed every day. I always forgot to sign in because I was so desperate to see my wife even though she wasn't awake. But this time she was awake but not in the way I wanted. A part of her was still asleep to me. Because of her lost memories. And then there was that niggling doubt again. What if she never got her memories back what could I possibly do? The answer was so surprisingly simple I almost laughed. I would make her fall in love with me again.

I quickly signed my name with a flourish and headed down the hall to where the elevator was and rode it to level Four. The ward was quiet and I slowly made my way down to the end of the hall.

Neville was talking with his parents and I swallowed thickly before looking away. Poor Neville had it worse than I did but I respected him for the effort he made. Professor Lockhart was sleeping in the bed closes to the door and was holding tightly to a little stuffed green dragon. I rolled my eyes and continued down the hall. There weren't anymore people from the Final Battle in St Mungo's anymore. Everyone else had been healed and were either working on fixing their homes or Hogwarts which had been attacked severely in the Final Battle.

I blew out a heavy breath and made my way to the room that held my wife. Maybe she would remember something today, I smiled at the thought. Maybe she wouldn't. Either way I would be here for her.

"HELP!" I froze my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Hermione. She screamed again and I ran forward pushing a healer out of the way to get in the room. Hermione was dead asleep in her bed twisted in her sheets screaming as if she was being tortured by the cruciatus curse. She screamed again and I ran towards the bed, unwrapping her from the sheets and pulled her against my side.

Hermione seemed to calm down the moment I touched her. Even if she didn't remember me her body recognized my touch and that being near me meant safety. The thought made me smile but I frowned a moment later when she started whispering Gobbledegook.

"Fred... baby... sword... Bellatrix... NO!" And then she was screaming again.

"Its not real Sweetheart." I said desperately trying to calm her. She sobbed and screamed again but it was fainter this time. Hermione had had this dream off and on ever since I had found her broken and bleeding at Shell Cottage with the word MUDBLOOD cut into her skin.

"ITS NOT REAL!" I yelled curling my body around her. She seemed to relax into my embrace again, I sighed in relief and tried my hardest not to cry. But there was no point tears were pouring down my face. Bellatrix had broken my wife. I'm only glad that I had gotten to kill her myself.

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