Brick
Chapter Six: Closure
Author's Note: Here we are…the final chapter. A million thank-you's to those who reviewed. I really hope you enjoyed my story.
Disclamier: Dammit. I own nothing, okay? Geez.
Twenty eight year-old Ron Weasley shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the Muggle train. Passerby could guess that he was nervous, as he frequently wrung his hands and bit his nails. They didn't know why he was so nervous, however.
Ron had gotten an owl from Ginny earlier that week. He hadn't spoken to his sister (or anyone close to him) for eight years, on the exact day when he knew Hermione had died. And now, he was going to visit Ginny. Correction: he was going to visit Ginny and her husband. Harry Potter.
Ron had been surprised when he received the owl. Harry and Ginny had been married for nearly four years and had a newborn daughter. Ginny had written to Ron, begging him to visit her, as she wanted him to see his niece. Hesitant at first, Ron had finally decided that he needed to see a familiar face or two.
He got off the train nearly an hour later, although it seemed like days before he stood up and walked onto the platform.
And there they were. Ginny, wearing a light blue dress and holding a bundle of blankets in her arms. Harry, with his same glasses and same unmanageable haircut. His family. He smiled for the first time in eight years as he rushed forward, seizing his best friend (and brother-in-law) in a hug.
Ginny looked on with a bright smile, as the baby gurgled happily.
"And who is this?" Ron felt himself saying, reaching out to touch the baby's soft cheek.
"Ron…this is our daughter…Hermione." Ginny said slowly, looking at him nervously.
"Hermione." He smiled. "I like that. Hermione." His eyes welled up with tears.
And suddenly, he knew everything would be okay.