AN: Sorry for not updating this story sooner everyone. I've been working very hard on one of my other ones and this one was pushed to the back burner. I'm hoping my ideas will flow with this story and come more quickly. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.
I watched as Fred paced back and forth in front of me. He had been doing that ever since we had come home from St. Mungo's. I probably would have been pacing too, if I could walk that is. But then he wouldn't be pacing if I could walk.
I pulled on one of my curls and thought back to my memory of the wall falling on me. Something had been off about it when I had remembered it. It had been a little shimmery around the edges. As if it hadn't been completely real. Almost like it was a fake memory. But that couldn't be possible. At least I had never heard of something like that before.
"Fred?" He ignored me and kept pacing. I growled deep in the back of my throat before rolling myself over to the bookshelf and looked it over for anything that would help.
Nothing really seemed to catch my eye. Unfortunately the books weren't in any particular order. They seemed to have been haphazardly shoved in. Lovely. What ever happened to being alphabetized by last name? I looked over the books again but more slowly this time. Once again nothing really seemed to be jumping out at me. Dammit!
"I'm going to take a bath." I said after a long moment. Fred still didn't respond. I darted a look at him but he was still pacing a strange look on his face. I grimaced and wheeled myself into our room.
It wasn't easy to get ready for a bath without any help but right now I just needed to relax in some way. Anything would be preferable to the deafening silence in the living room.
I pulled myself onto the lip of the tub and carefully removed my clothes. It took a good ten minutes for me to just do that but it gave me a feeling of accomplishment. I carefully pushed myself backwards to lower myself into the tub. It was rather graceless, the way I moved, but I was able to do it. I filled the tube with water and bubbles and sighed. This was perfect. It felt like a hot tub.
I stayed in the tub longer than usual but Fred never came to check on me which I found rather strange. He must have been trying to work through everything. Or maybe he was trying to figure out baby names. Who knows?
I tried to pull myself out of the large tub but my body wasn't really working the way it should. My legs wouldn't move and it felt like I had been placed in dry cement. I groaned and wiggled but nothing I did seemed to help. My large belly was starting to hurt my back from the way I was sitting but nothing I seemed to do helped.
I gripped tightly to the edge of the tub and tried to pull myself out but slipped on the slippery wet surface. I screamed trying to grab onto something to hold onto but missed. My head slammed hard against the edge of the tub. Everything around me seemed to be fading. I tried to grip the edge of the tub but found my surroundings darkening to black until I found myself floating in a sea of inky darkness. It was so thick it was quickly beginning to swallow me till I couldn't remember anything. Not even my own name.
Fred POV
I pounded roughly on the bathroom door. "Hermione, Sweetheart, open the door." No response.
"Dammit open the door!" I rammed my shoulder against the wood but it didn't give. Why she had used an anti Alohamora charm I had no idea. But she had screamed and I needed to get to her. She could have been hurt, or worse. I tried not to think about the worst case scenario.
I whipped out my wand and took a step back. "Bombarda!" The door blasted open and I ran into the room.
Hermione was laying in the tub completely naked. Her eyes were shut and there seemed to be something making her hair sticky and matted. "Sweetheart?"
Oh Godric not again! I leaned down and carefully pulled her out of the tub. She didn't react and her head lolled from side to side. I looked her over and my stomach made a sickening flop. Blood. Her hair was thick with it. She must have hit her head somehow. Dammit why hadn't she asked me to help her?! Just because I had been trying to figure out who had cursed her and why didn't mean I wouldn't help her.
It took everything inside of me not to pass out from the sight of the blood. It had always made me queasy but we didn't have time for that now. I made my way out of the bathroom and ran to the fireplace. I grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. "St. Mungo's!" The fire flared a bright green color and ran into it. She couldn't die. My wife couldn't die. No. I refused to believe it was even remotely possible.
I stepped into the waiting room of St. Mungo's but something seemed wrong with Hermione. Different than before. Her face paled and she groaned. "Mr. Weasley?"
I looked up at Miriam. Her eyes were wide and she was standing her mouth open in shock. "What happened?"
"I have no idea but please, I need you to help her." Miriam ran around the desk and looked Hermione over. She clicked her tongue and after a moment placed her wand against her throat.
"Sonorous...527 WE HAVE A 527 IN THE ENTRANCE!" My ears seemed to vibrate with noise. A pale healer ran around the corner and stared down at my wife. He stared down at my wife and his cheeks turned a light pink. I looked down at my wife and growled. How had I forgotten to clothe my wife before leaving?
The healer shook his head and stood to his full height. "How long has your wife been in labor?"
"WHAT?!"
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