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A/n: This Chapter is so depressing. I was crying when I wrote it! So... enjoy! ;)! ANDDDD REVIEW!
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I wake up And tears drops they fall down like rain I put on that old song we danced to Then, off to work Guess not much has changed Watch the clock Head for home Check the phone Just in case Go to bed Dream of you That's what I'm doing these days -Rascal Flats
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It had been five years since Ron Weasley's and Hermione Granger's wedding. And four years since Hermione's death. He thought of her every day. Every day he went to work. Every day when he ate. Every night when he slept. Every time he woke up in the mornings.
Sometimes, he even wished to wake up dead, just so he could be with his Hermione.
Merlin, do I miss her. Ron thought one morning, waking up by himself in his large bed.
Every morning he would look at the empty side of his bed, wanting her to be with him.
Ron sighed and got out of bed, putting his feet on the hard wood floor. He walked down the hall of his flat and out into the abandoned corridor.
He checked his watch, 5:30. He thought to himself, sighing as he got the post from his Owl Post Mailbox. He hadn't heard from his family in forever and Harry Potter, next door, with his sister, Ginny Potter, never talked to him anymore.
He felt so... alone.
The only person he had, was his child. His and Hermione's child. Jamie Hermione Weasley.
He walked back into his flat, seeing no mail in his mailbox. He sat on his large, dark blue couch in his sitting room and turned on what seemed to be a muggle television. But it wasn't. It replayed his memories.
It played over and over again, Hermione's radiant face. She was smiling and waving.
She started singing with her beautiful voice:
"She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with linen and lace
"The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
"Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
"Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes it'll be to late
"Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel"
He smiled slightly, but quickly turned off the memory re-player as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" Said Jamie Weasley from behind him.
"Oh, n-nothing, Jamie." Ron said quickly, standing up and brushing touselled red hair out of his handsome face. He looked at his daughter.
She had curly brown hair with red streaks through it. She had Ron's bright blue eyes. She was short and skinny. The resemblence between her and Hermione was amazing. She had the same wit, the same radiant smile and the curly hair. She only had her father's eyes.
"Daddy? You look sad." said the six year old girl, walking over to her father and hugging him around the middle.
"Oh... I'm not. I just miss... uh... Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny." Ron said, kneeling on his knees to look at Jamie. "Wanna go see them? You can play with James and Lily?"
Jamie nodded eagerly.
"Okay, just get changed and we'll go." Ron said, pointing at her night dress.
Jamie nodded again and ran to her room.
Ron picked up his wand and pointed it at himself. "Voila Changeo."
His pinstriped night pants and shirt turned into jeans, a white and blue striped collared shirt and black tennis shoes. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a black robe and pulled it on. He sat back on the couch, waiting for Jamie.
Jamie bounded to her father five minutes later, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red shirt. She was wearing her favorite Chuck Taylor high-top red tennis shoes. Her curly hair was in pigtails and cascaded down her front, to her mid-stomach.
"Ready, Daddy!" She said, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up.
He stood up and she gripped his hand tighter and dragged him into the corridor and across the hall, to Harry's flat. She knocked on the door eagerly.
Harry opened the door, straightening his blue robes and pulling down his black shirt. His baggy jeans were nearly falling off as usual. He stood there in his white socks, his hair as messy as usual. He grabbed his glasses from his robe pocket and put them over his brillant eyes.
He only saw Ron. "Hey, Ron. Where ya been?"
"Around. Jamie wanted to see James and Lily. That okay?"
Harry nodded and looked down at the small girl for the first time. He kneeled down in front of her.
"How's my favorite neice?"
"I'm your only neice, Uncle Harry."
Harry laughed. "Smart one you've got here, Ron. Better watch your back."
Jamie let go of Ron's hand and hugged Harry.
"Just like Hermione..." Ron muttered as Jamie let go of Harry.
Harry looked up at Ron and Jamie walked inside Harry's flat.
Harry stood up. Him and Ron were now the same height. "You miss her?"
"More than you know." Ron answered.
"C'mon in. Ginny's been wanting to know when you would come over." Harry said quietly.
The two men entered his flat. They both sat on Harry's red leather couch.
"You can look at her now?"
Ron nodded. "Only a year ago was I able to look her in the face without tearing up."
Harry nodded. "I know it's tough to lose someone. I mean, Sirius... my parents...." His voice shook a little. "But hey! We're one big Weasley family! I'm sure soon I'll have a boy and name him Sirius."
Ron nodded and looked at Jamie, James and Lily playing a game in the corner.
James and Lily looked around. "Uncle Ron!" They said together and jumped up, running and hugging Ron.
Ron hugged the two small children back.
Five-year-old Lily Potter had curly, long red hair and Harry's brillant green eyes. She was small and skinny, like Jamie. She wore a red skirt and a white blouse and tiny white shoes. She nuzzled her Uncle's neck with her tiny nose. "I've missed you, Uncle Ron!"
"Me too!" Six-year-old James shouted, hugging his uncle tightly. He had messy jet-black hair, the Weasley bright blue eyes and glasses. He was tall and thin. He wore blue jeans and a button-up red shirt. He wore Chuck Taylor high-tops identical to Jamie's.
"I've missed you two too." He set the children down. "Now, where's your beautiful mother?"
"I'm beautiful now, Ickle Ronniekins?" Came a mild voice from behind him.
Ron spun around and found himself face-to-face with Ginny Weasley Potter.
Ginny was short and skinny with the vivid Weasley hair and the beautiful Weasley eyes. She looked at her brother with a mild expression before hugging him tightly.
Ron bent over and hug her back, not daring to let go.
"I've missed you, Sis." Ron said, as Ginny let go.
"Me too, Ron, me too."
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A/N: AWWWWWWWWWWW! That's so sweet! Well, this story is now done! Completeo! REVIEW! hehe!
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A/n: This Chapter is so depressing. I was crying when I wrote it! So... enjoy! ;)! ANDDDD REVIEW!
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I wake up And tears drops they fall down like rain I put on that old song we danced to Then, off to work Guess not much has changed Watch the clock Head for home Check the phone Just in case Go to bed Dream of you That's what I'm doing these days -Rascal Flats
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It had been five years since Ron Weasley's and Hermione Granger's wedding. And four years since Hermione's death. He thought of her every day. Every day he went to work. Every day when he ate. Every night when he slept. Every time he woke up in the mornings.
Sometimes, he even wished to wake up dead, just so he could be with his Hermione.
Merlin, do I miss her. Ron thought one morning, waking up by himself in his large bed.
Every morning he would look at the empty side of his bed, wanting her to be with him.
Ron sighed and got out of bed, putting his feet on the hard wood floor. He walked down the hall of his flat and out into the abandoned corridor.
He checked his watch, 5:30. He thought to himself, sighing as he got the post from his Owl Post Mailbox. He hadn't heard from his family in forever and Harry Potter, next door, with his sister, Ginny Potter, never talked to him anymore.
He felt so... alone.
The only person he had, was his child. His and Hermione's child. Jamie Hermione Weasley.
He walked back into his flat, seeing no mail in his mailbox. He sat on his large, dark blue couch in his sitting room and turned on what seemed to be a muggle television. But it wasn't. It replayed his memories.
It played over and over again, Hermione's radiant face. She was smiling and waving.
She started singing with her beautiful voice:
"She walks to school with the lunch she packed Nobody knows what she's holding back Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday She hides the bruises with linen and lace
"The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask It's hard to see the pain behind the mask Bearing the burden of a secret storm Sometimes she wishes she was never born
"Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
"Somebody cries in the middle of the night The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate When morning comes it'll be to late
"Through the wind and the rain She stands hard as a stone In a world that she can't rise above But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel"
He smiled slightly, but quickly turned off the memory re-player as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" Said Jamie Weasley from behind him.
"Oh, n-nothing, Jamie." Ron said quickly, standing up and brushing touselled red hair out of his handsome face. He looked at his daughter.
She had curly brown hair with red streaks through it. She had Ron's bright blue eyes. She was short and skinny. The resemblence between her and Hermione was amazing. She had the same wit, the same radiant smile and the curly hair. She only had her father's eyes.
"Daddy? You look sad." said the six year old girl, walking over to her father and hugging him around the middle.
"Oh... I'm not. I just miss... uh... Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny." Ron said, kneeling on his knees to look at Jamie. "Wanna go see them? You can play with James and Lily?"
Jamie nodded eagerly.
"Okay, just get changed and we'll go." Ron said, pointing at her night dress.
Jamie nodded again and ran to her room.
Ron picked up his wand and pointed it at himself. "Voila Changeo."
His pinstriped night pants and shirt turned into jeans, a white and blue striped collared shirt and black tennis shoes. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a black robe and pulled it on. He sat back on the couch, waiting for Jamie.
Jamie bounded to her father five minutes later, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red shirt. She was wearing her favorite Chuck Taylor high-top red tennis shoes. Her curly hair was in pigtails and cascaded down her front, to her mid-stomach.
"Ready, Daddy!" She said, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up.
He stood up and she gripped his hand tighter and dragged him into the corridor and across the hall, to Harry's flat. She knocked on the door eagerly.
Harry opened the door, straightening his blue robes and pulling down his black shirt. His baggy jeans were nearly falling off as usual. He stood there in his white socks, his hair as messy as usual. He grabbed his glasses from his robe pocket and put them over his brillant eyes.
He only saw Ron. "Hey, Ron. Where ya been?"
"Around. Jamie wanted to see James and Lily. That okay?"
Harry nodded and looked down at the small girl for the first time. He kneeled down in front of her.
"How's my favorite neice?"
"I'm your only neice, Uncle Harry."
Harry laughed. "Smart one you've got here, Ron. Better watch your back."
Jamie let go of Ron's hand and hugged Harry.
"Just like Hermione..." Ron muttered as Jamie let go of Harry.
Harry looked up at Ron and Jamie walked inside Harry's flat.
Harry stood up. Him and Ron were now the same height. "You miss her?"
"More than you know." Ron answered.
"C'mon in. Ginny's been wanting to know when you would come over." Harry said quietly.
The two men entered his flat. They both sat on Harry's red leather couch.
"You can look at her now?"
Ron nodded. "Only a year ago was I able to look her in the face without tearing up."
Harry nodded. "I know it's tough to lose someone. I mean, Sirius... my parents...." His voice shook a little. "But hey! We're one big Weasley family! I'm sure soon I'll have a boy and name him Sirius."
Ron nodded and looked at Jamie, James and Lily playing a game in the corner.
James and Lily looked around. "Uncle Ron!" They said together and jumped up, running and hugging Ron.
Ron hugged the two small children back.
Five-year-old Lily Potter had curly, long red hair and Harry's brillant green eyes. She was small and skinny, like Jamie. She wore a red skirt and a white blouse and tiny white shoes. She nuzzled her Uncle's neck with her tiny nose. "I've missed you, Uncle Ron!"
"Me too!" Six-year-old James shouted, hugging his uncle tightly. He had messy jet-black hair, the Weasley bright blue eyes and glasses. He was tall and thin. He wore blue jeans and a button-up red shirt. He wore Chuck Taylor high-tops identical to Jamie's.
"I've missed you two too." He set the children down. "Now, where's your beautiful mother?"
"I'm beautiful now, Ickle Ronniekins?" Came a mild voice from behind him.
Ron spun around and found himself face-to-face with Ginny Weasley Potter.
Ginny was short and skinny with the vivid Weasley hair and the beautiful Weasley eyes. She looked at her brother with a mild expression before hugging him tightly.
Ron bent over and hug her back, not daring to let go.
"I've missed you, Sis." Ron said, as Ginny let go.
"Me too, Ron, me too."
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A/N: AWWWWWWWWWWW! That's so sweet! Well, this story is now done! Completeo! REVIEW! hehe!
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