AN: chapter fourteen has arrived! A bit of a twist, but i honestly think that after what these characters did, they deserve it. Also, a bit of a cliffhanger :D
Enjoy and review as always, i love you all xo
Disclaimer: i dont own harry potter
One month later, Hermione received a typed letter addressed to her from her mothers office.
She stared at the crisp white paper in her hands, wishing that the neatly printed black words would shiver and fall off the page, like rotten petals from a rose.
Dear Hermione,
The letter read.
I was unsure as to whether or not I should write and inform you, but your father recently suffered a stroke and is in hospital recovering.
As much as it pains and embarrasses me to admit, you are still our daughter, and it would strike our patients and acquaintances odd that you have not been to visit him.
He is in ward 137, at Whitebridge South private hospital.
Regards,
Jean Granger
Hermione let a solitary tear drop onto the elaborate, swirly signature, smudging the ink into a single gray puddle.
"Good morning gorgeous", Ron said loudly, striding into the kitchen in his maroon pajamas.
"Hey, you're crying! Come here, what happened?"
Hermione held out the letter silently and wiped her eyes.
"Wow. . I. .what do you want to do?"
"I'd like to go and see him"
"Do you want me to come with you?, Ron asked, unsure of what to do.
"I'd like that", Hermione said quietly, as Ron squeezed her hand tight.
"What on earth is that?"
Ron looked cautiously at the elevator in front of them.
"That's an elevator, Ron, to get us to the next floor"
"You want me to go inside that?!", demanded Ron, with a trace of panic.
"Surely you're not going to ask me to climb the stairs?", asked Hermione incredulously, gesturing to the huge seven month bump that was sticking out from her cardigan.
"No. .but I. . It's a big metal box", said Ron sadly.
"A big metal box that you're going to get into right now, because you're going to have not one, but three people angry at you if you don't", Hermione said firmly, wresting a hand on her round middle.
"Hey, is that your belly button sticking out?"
"Get in the box, I mean, elevator Ron!"
"But look, its like a little snooze button-", Ron faltered.
"In, now!"
"Only if we can stop at the cafeteria on the way back"
"Fine", Hermione said, exasperated, as she shoved Ron into the elevator and pressed the 10th floor button.
"Ward 137?", Hermione asked the nurse when they had arrived.
"Down the hall, second door on your left. When are you due?", the nurse asked, smiling at hermiones bump.
"Just a couple more months", Hermione smiled back.
Ron placed a hand on her belly and grinned.
"Twins! Two more red haired midgets in the family"
The nurse nodded kindly at Ron as they continued their walk
Hermione paused at the entry to the ward.
"We can go back you know. You don't have to do this, after how they've treated you", said Ron in a hushed voice.
"No, I have to", Hermione said.
Ron stared at her.
"I want to", she whispered.
Hermione walked into the ward to find bed six, with Ron trailing behind her.
"Hello, Daddy", she said quietly to the sad, gray man in the bed.