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Not Everything
Summary: It's been twelve years since the Golden Trio has graduated from Hogwarts. Eleven years since the finial battle and ten years since Hermione Granger has spoken to the people she once called friends. FW/ HG Fic.
AN: I find that most reviews to this story are very interesting. I, personally am a lurker and a writer. So I will let everyone know now, that Fred and everyone else will be bending over and kissing Hermione's buttocks (for a long time). Hermione may forgive Ginny and even Molly, because of other things that went on in their heads. Sorry about not updating quickly, life is wearing me down right now.
Just outside the Granger's Hospital Room
St. Mungo's
Swallowing the large lump in his throat, Fred gently cradles Hermione closer to him. Using most of his courage, Fred looks directly at her father. 'Smashing, he's going to kill me!' Fred thinks as he takes note that he's on the receiving side of a deadly glare. 'I'm so dead.'
"Good god," exclaims Mary. "What the hell have you people done to my daughter!"
"Uhmm," struggles Fred to formulate a sentence. He looks at the woman laying on the bed and notices that Eliza is laying there next to her. "Nothing…"
"Nothing!" explodes Bill. Fred flinches from the tone of his voice. As Bill steps closer to him, Fred starts to back away. "My daughter is unconscience in your arms! And you stand there saying you have done nothing!"
"I just bumped into her," stammers Fred as he hits the wall behind him. "Honest!"
"BUMPED!" roars Bill, waving his hands in the air. "Just bumping into her, doesn't leave one unconscience!" shouts Bill as he gestures towards his daughter.
"William!" hisses Mary as Eliza stirs. "Lower your voice!" Mary quickly makes soft soothing noises to Eliza. Abashed, Bill lowly growls as he nods his head.
"I swear, I just bumped into her," mumbles Fred going pale.
"Lower my voice, I'll give you lower my voice," grumbles Bill as he glares coldly at Fred.
"Bill, I think we're going to need a doctor for Hermione," says Mary as she looks over her daughter. "She doesn't look to good."
Reaching over Bill sharply pulls on the cord that is coming out of the hospital wall. "The nurse should be here shortly. I'll have her get Hermione a bed of her own," reassures Bill as he smiles sweetly at Mary. "Then I'm going to take this hooligan to task for hurting my little girl."
"But sir," Fred attempts to argue until he sees that Hermione's mother is also glaring coldly at him. "Yes, sir."
After a few seconds an elderly nurse walks into the tension filled room. Muttering a charm, a bed slowly appears out of no where. "Just let me get the bed ready and the young man here can put her down," said the nurse.
She folds down the bed linen, then gestures to Fred to place Hermione on it. "Anytime now, young man you put her down," says the nurse when Fred doesn't move. "Does anyone know what is wrong with the young lady?"
"I just bumped into her," whispers Fred as he reluctantly puts Hermione down.
"Humph!" snorts the nurse. "The day I believe a likely story like that, is the day I retire." Shoving Fred aside, the nurse performs an exam. "It looks like she is going to be needing to see a healer."
"What?" whispers Bill.
"Why?" demands Fred.
"She is practically drained of energy," answers the nurse. "She could slip into a coma." The nurse tucks the linen around Hermione's frame. "I'll have the healer come up right away," says the nurse as she leaves the room. "Is there anything else you would like?"
"Yes," said Bill as he points to Fred. "I want him out of here."
"Now Bill," Mary starts to placate.
"No!" Bill, lowly hisses. "I will not have him here. He's done enough damage!" Grabbing Fred by the scruff of his neck, Bill drags him to the door. "Out!" Bill then process to shove Fred out of the room.
"But…" Fred attempts to argue only to be cut of by a silencing charm from the nurse. Glaring at the old lady, Fred gestures for her to remove the charm.
"Sir?" responses the nurse. "If you don't calm down, I'll have to remove you also." With a wave of her wand, the nurse levitates Fred off of the ground. "I will escort this young man out." Fred desperately struggles to break the charm the nurse has placed on him.
"You do that," comments Bill as Fred watches him close the door. Reaching out, Fred narrowly misses the nurse. Huffing softly, Fred glares at the obtuse nurse as she lowers him none to gently on the ground. Standing up as fast as he could, Fred attempts to run back up the stair only to be hit with a stunner.
"Fredrick Weasley!" hisses the nurse as her voice and appearance change. "If you don't start behaving yourself, I'll have no choice but to place your name on the no admittance list," threatens Narcissa Snape. "Now that I have bought you sometime…"
"How have you done that," shouts Fred. "I'm out here and she's in there!"
"Lower your voice," hisses Severus, softly. "As my wife was saying, before she was so rudely interrupted. She has bought you sometime. Hermione's family could have requested that you be banned from their floor." Severus has the pleasure of watching Fred go a strange shade of pale. "I suggest that you use this time wisely, Mister Weasley."
"And do what? Her family hates me," states Fred, despairingly.
"And I thought only Slytherin's were this melodramatic," mumbles Narcissa as she leans over and kisses Severus on the cheek. "Hermione will have to stay the night. Why don't you wait until her mother is discharged, then go to her room to talk to her."
"But her father will be there," contradicts Fred.
"Hermione will be alone, because her parents will want to take their grandchild home," says Severus. "As my wife has stated take this time, think about what you want to say to Hermione and while you're at it, think about how you plan to make up for all of those lost years with your child."
"I wasn't thinking that far ahead," mutters Fred.
"That was plainly obvious," sneers Severus. "I hope you can back up any promises you plan to make to Hermione and your child, this time Mister Weasley." The couple watch as Fred flinches. "I would hate for the wizarding world to continue to miss out on such a brilliant mind, all because of your actions." Looking at Narcissa, Severus asks, "Are you done for the day?"
"Yes," answers Narcissa. "Let's take Theo shopping."
"Certainly dear," mutters Severus, happily.
"Good day, Mister Weasley," dismisses both Severus and Narcissa as they walk down the corridor.
'Smashing, just smashing. They tell me to take the time and think things through. Then they leave me. How am I going to think… wait think? They want me to think…. think… about what? What's there to think about?' Fred thinks frantically as he paces the hallway. "What in Merlin's name do I have to think about?" hisses Fred agitated.
"Fred dear, who are you talking to?" Molly asks softly as she looks around the corridor. "I don't see anyone."
Gasping, Fred whirls about. "Don't do that ma! I think you scared the magic out of me." Fred watches his mother blink rapidly before frowning at him. "Talking to myself, trying to work something out."
"Oh, and what conclusion have you come too?" asks Molly.
"That I have to think, just don't know about what," mutters Fred.
"Well before you go thinking, I was wondering if you, if you… wouldn't mind visiting your sister first," requests Molly hesitantly.
Seeing his mother looking at him with pleading eyes, Fred wraps one arm around her shoulder. "Oh course, I'll go visit Ginny," reassures Fred. "You just lead the way." As Fred lifts his head up, he spies his father standing just a few feet away. "Why don't you and I visit Ginny, while Dad locates the rest of brood."
"Oh, that would be nice! Arthur? Oh! There you are. Fred and I are going to go see Ginny. Would… do … can … will you go find the rest of the kids?" questions Molly.
"Certainly dear," agrees Arthur. Arthur leans down and places a kiss on Molly's cheek. "Fred," greets Arthur. Clapping one hand on his son's shoulder the two men exchange a silent message. "We will meet you in Ginny's room."
"Yes, Father," states Fred clearly. Arthur watches his son with pride, as Fred lets Molly lead him to Ginny. 'I never thought I would see the day when Fred would go willing near Ginny,' Arthur thinks as he pulls out his wand. Muttering a location charm, he smirks when he realizes that the rest of the family was headed right for him. 'Well, it looks like all I have to do right now is wait for them.' Arthur didn't have to wait long, before his kids and Harry came rushing up the stairs.
"Boys!" Arthur says, commanding their attention. "Your mother, and Fred are waiting for you in Ginny's room."
"But da…" starts Bill, only to stop he realizes something. "Wait, Fred is in Ginny's room? How did that happen?"
"When did that happen?" asks George. "What about Hermione?"
"Boys!" grounds out Arthur, before they can start asking too many questions. "They're waiting."
"Lead the way dad," says Ron. "We have to see this."
"Ronald," hisses Harry. "You better behave!"
"Yeah Ron," agrees Charlie. "You better behave."
"I am behaving!" shouts Ron perturbed.
"Ronald Billius Weasley!" softly says Arthur. "Lower your voice." Arthur watches, as his other children look extremely pleased with themselves. "I know that you are behaving, but your siblings on the other hand, will be having a long talk about manners."
"Yes, father," coarse the boys.
Granger
Hospital Room
St. Mungo's
"I should have shoved that boy down the stairs," grumbles Bill under his breath. "Then I could drag his carcass outside and run him over with my car."
"William," admonishes Mary. "Not in front of the girls."
"What? I didn't say anything," dismisses Bill. "What's taking that doctor so long?" Quickly looking at the door, Bill knows that he didn't fool his wife for a second. As the door swings open, Bill grumbles, "Doesn't anyone in this building know how to knock?"
Mary watches in amusement as the young doctor flinches, at the tone her husband used. 'They really need to make the doctor's here of sturdier stuff. Bill is going to walk all over them at this rate.'
"What are you waiting for? A golden invitation, get in here and diagnose my daughter!" snaps Bill, his temper getting the better of him.
"William love," says Mary sweetly. "Can you get me a cup of tea, darling?"
"Of course," answers Bill, before he thinks. "You just watch him," sneers Bill as he points to the doctor. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"Of course Bill," replies Mary. "And while you're at it, can you find something sweet for the little one?" Smiling sweetly at her husband, Mary watches him leave the room while grumbling under his breath. "Now young man, you will see to my daughter's health. After that, you will discharge her along with me so we can go home."
"But madam," argues the young healer. "It would be most beneficial for your daughter to rest here at St. Mungos…."
"Stop speaking!" hisses Mary, glaring at him. "Diagnose my daughter. Perform whatever hocus-pocus you have too, then discharge the both of us. But get something straight right now, neither of us are staying here."
"Yes madam," whispers the healer. 'How the bloody hell am I going to explain this to Narcissa? She's going to kill me for messing this up.' Working as slowly as he could, he could feel two eyes burrowing into his back. 'Merlin, how am I going to convince this woman to leave her daughter here?'
"Is there a reason you're so slow?" questions Mary.
"Just making sure that everything is covered, since you're demanding that she be released," answers the healer.
"We don't need your attitude, just do your job," snaps Mary. Swallowing his reply, the young healer quickly finishes his examination. Tapping his wand against the clip chart he makes several notes.
"I have finished my examination of your daughter, and will bring it to the senior healer along with your request to have yourself and your daughter discharged," he says as he quickly dashes out the door.
"Hey young man!" shouts Bill from the doorway. "Just smashing."
"William!" hisses Mary. "Lower your voice! You're going to wake Eliza up."
"Sorry Mary," grumbles Bill as he walks into the room carrying a tray loaded with tea and sweets. "But that boy fled out of here like his pants were on fire."
"I know," groans Mary. "He didn't even tell me what he found, just said that he was going to a senior healer." Siting the tray down on Mary's lap, Bill helps himself to several sweets.
Soft wraps on the ajar door gain their attention. "Good afternoon, My name is Stephan Cassidy. I am the senior healer on duty today. It's my understanding that you wish for yourself along with your daughter to be discharge." said Healer Cassidy. "I have some good news and some bad news. You madam, can be discharged, however your daughter at this point can not be."
"Why that's ridiculous," huffs Mary.
"Ma'am, your daughter appropriated, herself, your husband and the car well over twenty miles. She's is tapped out. For the next forty-eight hours she is going to need several potions just to keep her from falling into a permanent coma," stresses Healer Cassidy. "If you know anyone who can, and is willing to give your daughter the potions that she needs, I will be happy to release her into your custody. Do you know anyone?"
"No," mumbles Mary. "Twenty miles?"
"No," clear states Bill. "We don't know anyone who can administer potions. Hermione was the expert on that stuff."
"Alright then," whispers Healer Cassidy. "She's in good hands. You can always stay here with her, if you want to."
"I don't know," mumbles Mary. "I don't think, I want Eliza to stay here any longer then she needs to."
"We can create special potkeys, that can bring you here directly from your house," offers Healer Cassidy. "All you would need to do is squeeze them to activate them. I would be happy to arrange for one of you to stay here with your daughter, while the other takes your granddaughter home."
"I think it's best if we both go home with Eliza," suggests Bill. "Otherwise she'll worry about what has happened to us."
"What about Hermione?" asks Mary.
"We'll tell her that she got stuck at the conference," replies Bill. "Eliza has seen me and you, but she hasn't seen Hermione yet."
"That's true," answers Mary. "But you know how much I hate lying."
"Which would you rather have," states Bill. "Your grandchild having a good time with us, or spending her time here in this hospital?"
"Fine," grumbles Mary. "We'll take the portkey."
"Very good ma'am," says Healer Cassidy. "I'll arrange that for you."
"Thank you," whispers Bill as Healer Cassidy leaves the room. "Mary, Hermione is going to be alright."
"I know that," Mary says unconvincingly. "She's just tired."
"If you want to stay here with her, that healer will arrange it," suggests Bill. "I can take care of Eliza."
"No," mumbles Mary. "I don't want her worried about me. Let's just go home with Eliza and use their portkey to come visit Hermione."
At precisely three thirty Bill picks up his sleeping granddaughter before Mary crawls out of bed. Taking one last look at his daughter, Bill nods for Mary to open the door. From the hallway, Bill watches his wife bend over and kiss their daughter lovingly on the forehead, before joining him.
"I don't want to leave her here," whispers Mary as her voice breaks.
"Neither do I," whispers Bill. "But one of us will be back here tonight at eight."
"That's true," mutters Mary as they make their way to the healer's office.
Emergency
Hospital Room
St. Mungo's
Looking down at his little sister, Fred takes a real good look at her. 'Bloody hell! A skeleton has more meat on it's bones then Ginny does.' As she moved, Fred hears her whimper in pain. "I did this," mutters Fred.
"No," whispers Molly gently. "Ginny did this to herself."
Shaking his head, Fred sighs. "If I didn't do this, I certainly didn't help matters any."
"How can you say that?" asks Molly. "Ginny knows that you love her and would do just about anything for her."
"Mum, please. We both know full-well that almost everyone in this family thinks I can't stand them," states Fred. Seeing the hurt look on her face, Fred continues, "But its well-past time that I fix this problem. Because in the future Ginny's not going to end up here, not for this."
"You're right," answers Molly. "According to Mrs. Snape, Ginny is deteriorating. If she comes in again like this, she might not make it."
"Bloody hell," hisses Fred. "You mean she's dying?"
"Fred!" admonishes Molly. "Ginny needs our help and love. She will get better. She has to." Pausing for a few seconds, Molly gives Fred a bright beaming smile. "Your father's here."
'Ginny needs more than our help, she need professional help,' thinks Fred as he looks at his little sister. 'But she has my support from now on. Merlin, she could have died thinking that I hated her. I might be angry with her, but I never hated her.' Hearing Ginny moan again, Fred sighs again.
"Mommy?" questions Ginny as her eyes start to open.
"No, baby girl," answers Fred using a long forgotten nickname. "She's with dad and everyone talking outside right now."
"Oh," whispers Ginny.
"Gin, I am so sorry," whispers Fred. Seeing her chin crumble, Fred continues, "I'm sorry that you didn't think that I cared enough to come to me when you so desperately needed my help."
"You hate me, I made Hermione go away," Ginny chokes out.
"Never, did I hate you," whispers Fred. "I admit that I was extremely angry at you and everyone else, but I never, ever hated you. Merlin Gin, the only one who made Hermione go away was me, not you, me. I did that."
"But I lied and made you lose her...," starts Ginny.
"Yes, you did lie, I lost Hermione all on my own," interrupts Fred. "But I should have known better. I should have seen that you and everyone else were at their breaking point at that time, but I didn't. No more Gin, from this moment on, I am going to be a bigger part of your life."
"So what now?" asks Ginny with tears in her eyes.
"Right now, Mum is going to coming bounding in and hugging you until you lose sensation in your limbs. As to what happens between us, I'm going to see to it that you get treatment with a professional," states Fred. "I mean it Gin. You could have died!" Leaning closer to his sister, Fred says, "But first, I'm getting a hug from you."
Opening the door, Molly starts to tear up at the seen before her. Ginny was sobbing as Fred held her. 'Whatever was breaking this family apart seems to have ended,' thinks Molly as she slowly enters the room. 'This is the first time I can remember Fred hugging his sister since Arthur came back.'
Until later
