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Chapter 14. The Accident.

Hermione's P.O.V.

"Fred, George, slow down, and one of you speak. Ok, Fred, what's going on?"

Fred and George had Apparated into my office, where I was writing a report for Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister for Magic. George was sobbing almost uncontrollably, and Fred was just able to talk.

"Ange- she- St Mungo's-"

"Ange is in St Mungo's? I exclaimed, my words catching in my throat. "Uh, what- the baby-"

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

Fred wiped his eyes and took a deep breath.

"George," he said shakily, "Do you want to go see her?"

George moved his hands away from his face and nodded.

When I got up from my desk, Fred took my hand and George's arm, and we Apparated to St. Mungo's.

We all hurried to reception as George shouted at the poor secretary. "ANGELINAWEASLEYPLEASE!"

The shaking girl gave us the room number, and we ran.

Fred's P.O.V.

We reached the room and George burst into it. A Healer was leaned over one of the beds. I had a feeling it was Angelina's. Looking up, but still blocking Ange from sight, the Healer looked at George. "George Weasley, I presume?" she said.

He swallowed, and nodded.

"What- Ah.. What happened?" he choked out.

"Well, as far as we know, she was 'mugged'."
Hermione let out a small gasp.

"What's that?" I asked.
More tears cascaded down Hermione's face.

"It's where," the Healer began, "a Muggle assaults someone with the intent of robbing them of their possessions, and then leaves them be. In this case, the Muggle in question used what is called a gun against Angelina."
"Where'd they shoot her?" Hermione asked, collapsing into a chair.

"Twice in the stomach." The Healer answered gravely. With that, she stepped away, and I got my first glance at my sister-in-law after the accident.

Bandages covered most of her head, she had a black eye and swollen lips. The rest of her body was covered by the blanket.

"No, no, no.." George whispered, as he pulled up a chair to sit next to her. "Will she be okay?"

"We are doing everything we can, Mr Weasley."

"That doesn't seem to be enough."
"Mr Weasley, I assure you-"
"I don't know you, but you seem too young to have a child, but I just lost one, okay? I didn't even get to meet them."
"I know how that feels-"
"Like hell you do!" George roared, jumping to his feet. "You have no idea!"

"Mr Weasley!" The Healer yelled.

"She is my wife. You have to try everything. Maybe, one day, you'll be pregnant. Maybe you'll lose it. And that's when you'll understand. What it's like. .. Okay?"

The Healer said nothing.

"OKAY?" George repeated, very, very loudly.

"Okay, Mr Weasley." She whimpered.

In all my life, I had never seen my brother this distressed.

Short chapter, I know.
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