So, my friends, the end is very near. Only one more chapter to go for this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter :) I enjoyed writing it.
Ron did not see the girl for about seven years (I mean, c'mon, did we expect him to propose right away?).
It wasa the day that Ron and Hermione would be married. At the end of the day, Ron would make Hermione Granger a Weasley. Ron, of course, was as nervous as when he met Hermione's father. As everyone was filing in the tent sent up in the backyard of the Burrow, Ron was in his room, giving himself the normal pep talk while Harry gave him words of comfort. When Ron heard a knock on the door, he told the person to come in without thinking.
When he saw the girl come in (already dressed up for the occasion), Ron panicked, looking back and forward between her and Harry. Harry, was staring at the girl with his eyebrows furrowed, and the girl was staring right back, with a huge grin on her face.
"Ron, who is this?" Harry asked, still frowning a bit at the girl.
"Um..." Ron couldn't come up with a good enough explanation. The girl, however, being the clever girl that she was, already had an answer in mind.
"I'm his niece," she simply said. "The daughter of his second cousin."
"Oh, I guess that explains the red hair," Harry chuckled. "And the blue eyes, and the freckles. Although, your hair seems extremely familliar in the texture, and the way that you're glaring at me as if I've just refused to do my Potions homework sort of is to. Ron, are you sure that-"
"So, what are you doing here?" Ron quickly interrupted, before Harry could ask any questions.
"I need to talk to you at the place where I gave you the first one," she replied smoothly. As Harry looked over to Ron, confused, Ron understood. She wanted to give him his prophecy in the place where she had first met him.
"Alright, I'm coming," he nodded at her. "Do you think that you can get there by yourself?"
In response, the girl rolled her eyes and walked out the door as Ron Disapparated.
When Ron arrived in the field, the girl, of course, was already there.
"Well?" Ron said, "are you going to give me the bloody prophecy or not?"
But the girl didn't respond, because she was caught up in a coughing fit. Ron rubbed her back until she was talking big gulps of breath.
"I'm weak," she managed to get out.
"Oh yeah?" Ron said sarcastically. "Look, obviously you being here makes you weaker, so why don't we just get this bloody prophecy over with."
The girl look liked she wanted to object, but she gave another violent cough, so she simply nodded. She handed him the piece of paper, with a frown on her face.
The day has come,
the road to get here wasn't easy.
But today, on your day of happiness,
you shall make her Hermione Weasley.
It's true that making love,
gives you much pleasure.
However, the concequences,
needs responsibility in great measures.
Because sooner than you expected,
you learn that you will be a father.
To whom, you may ask?
To a beautiful little daughter.
Her looks and name,
can easily deceive.
But whether you expected it or not,
you do not like the news that you recieve.
That your precious little daughter,
the one that you vowed to care and look after for.
Has befriended the son of your old nemises,
but each clearly want more.
Ron stared at the paper, while the girl frowned at the last paragraph.
"I'm going to be a father?" he asked weakly. The girl nodded.
"Bloody hell," he breathed. "I'm going to be the father to Hermione's children. I'm going to be the father of a little girl. Bloody hell, this is mental!"
The girl smiled. Ron, however, frowned as he read the last paragraph again.
"Oh, this is just perfect," he groaned. "The kid isn't even born yet, and she's already causing trouble. What am I going to do?"
"Are you calm now?" the girl asked weakly.
"What do you mean, am I calm?" Ron huffed. "I just found out that I'm going to be a bloody dad, which I know that I'm going to be lousy at, and-"
"No," the girl's whisper interrupted him.
"What?"
"You're not going to be a lousy father!" she whispered-yelled weakly. "You're going to be the best father in the whole entire world, just like you're going to be the best husband in the whole entire is waiting for you," the girl pointed over at the Burrow, "waiting to become your wife, waiting to have your children! She's not going to run out on you because she chose you, not Harry, not Krum, or anyone else! She loves you!
"And as for your children," she continued, "they are going to adore you. Even if they have to go through their life with everyone knowing their name because their parents and uncle make up the Golden Trio, even if they have to stay up late waiting for you to come home when you are due to return from a mission, even if you meddle in their lives, it's because you care, and they will love you for that. They know that you'll give them the world if they just merely ask for it, which will make you a terrific father."
By now, silent, but angry tears were pouring down the girl's face.
"So don't you dare say that you don't deserve her, or that you'll make a lousy father, because you do and you will," she concluded.
Ron was silent for a moment before grinning and saying, "your words of comfort are a hell lot more comforting than Harry's." The girl grinned back, but the tears still streamed down her face.
"Why are you still crying?" he asked, giving her a one-armed hug and strocking her hair.
"I miss my dad," she replied, looking away from Ron. "All of those things that I just said, about you giving the world to your children, is exactly describing my own father. He loves us so much, he loves me so much, but yet, I'm here, all alone, waiting to be reborn."
"You know what would you make me feel better?" Ron asked her seriously.
"What?"
"If you told me your name."
The girl groaned.
"What?" Ron defended himself. "It's my bloody wedding! It can be your wedding present for us!"
The girl stood up and started to walk away. Right when she almost disappeared from his sight, she turned around to yell, "the prophecy was your bloody present, you twat!"
Ron grinned.
I decided it would be interesting to see Harry's reaction towards the girl.
Oh, and about the part of the prophecy about Scorpius, that's really the first reason this whole story started, the first being me wanting a prophecy telling Ron about Hermione.
Wow, I feel like I'm saying goodbye already, even if there is still one chapter left. Still.
Thanks for reading!
P.S.
BTW, did you guys notice how I updated 6 stories this weekend, including finishing 2? That's...completely mental ;)
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