Disclaimer:I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's work. Only the idea for this story is mine. I do not own any of the characters.
The next day, at least ten reports came informing residents that had been blown up. Hermione and Harry barely got any sleep, but continued with their job. Harry, for the sake of Candi, Hermione, because it was what she did.
George was not coping the death of his wife and child well. He was back home with Molly and Arthur, where he sat in a chair all day and stared at nothing in particular. True, George's parents were devestated about the death of their grandchild, but they hated to see George suffer. The rest of the Weasley children stayed cooped up in their rooms all day, for they had all come home. For George.
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"Harry, this can't be right," Hermione said in a flustered voice. "It says that only one house was, erm-blown up on Wingding Avenue!" Harry snatched the paper out of his co-worker's hands. "Well excuse me for making a mistake!" Harry snapped. Hermione stared, gaping at the reply. She looked down at the ground and sat down in her chair. Putting her face in her hands, Hermione began to softly cry. Harry threw the paper down and walked to Hermione. "Hermione, I'm sorry. Please, don't cry. It's just, I'm tired and have not had any sleep lately. Hermione, please," he pleaded. Harry pulled Hermione into a hug, which she returned back. Burying her head into Harry's shoulder, Hermione continued to cry. "No," she sobbed. "I'm sorry. I just should have corrected it myself, so I wouldn't put a burden on you." Harry patted Hermione's hair. "No, sshh," he whispered. "No. You have more of a burden than I do. We both have the Order and being aurors to worry about, but you have much more to carry around." Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes. She looked up at Harry. "I can't do it by myself. I need someone to talk to at night, to convince me that I can make it! (A/N:hint, hint!) It's just so hard, being home alone," Hermione said. "You can do it," Harry whispered, gently kissing her on the forehead. "You can."
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"Draco, where is Jasmine's bottle?" Ginny asked. Draco took the baby in his arms. "I will feed her," he offered. "Go rest. Rebuilding this house has tired you." Ginny hugged her husband. She placed her head on his shoulder. No longer was he the evil boy who would make fun of her poems. Ginny still liked Harry, but she loved Draco. How the marriage had come to be, or was still lasting, neither of them knew. All they knew was with a baby, they had to stick together. "What if he comes back?" Ginny said. "I can't live in a closet all my life. Neither can Jasmine or you." Draco laughed. "We can make it a big closet." He kissed Ginny, and sent her to the bedroom to rest. As Ginny lay down, she wondered about her brother. She had stayed with him for a few days,and came back that morning. George was suffering terribly. When Ginny had arrived, she had immediatly placed Jasmine in her brother's arms. George had given a faint smile, and rocked the baby to sleep, kissing her cheek as he had put her in the cradle. Ginny remembered his face. Pale, and old-looking, although George was just twenty-four. His face would haunt all the Weasley's for the rest of their lives. If only Candi had lived....
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Ron sat down by George on the couch. "George," he said softly. George turned and looked at his younger brother. "Yes?" he whispered. George rarely talked, but he would sometimes. "Dinner is ready, won't you come join us?" Ron asked. George shook his head. "No thanks. I'm not hungry," he replied. George turned and stared out the window. Ron's wife walked in cautiously. Lavender's long, waist-length brown hair reminded George too much of Melanie. George noticed Lavender stick her head through the doorway. "Come in," George said with a faint smile. Lavender sat down beside George. "Come on," she said. "We have pot roast, and your favorite dessert." The widower finally decided to get up and eat a small portion of food. It was going to be very hard on George, but perhaps even harder on his family.....
A/N:I have never written anything like this before. So thanks for the reviews!
The next day, at least ten reports came informing residents that had been blown up. Hermione and Harry barely got any sleep, but continued with their job. Harry, for the sake of Candi, Hermione, because it was what she did.
George was not coping the death of his wife and child well. He was back home with Molly and Arthur, where he sat in a chair all day and stared at nothing in particular. True, George's parents were devestated about the death of their grandchild, but they hated to see George suffer. The rest of the Weasley children stayed cooped up in their rooms all day, for they had all come home. For George.
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"Harry, this can't be right," Hermione said in a flustered voice. "It says that only one house was, erm-blown up on Wingding Avenue!" Harry snatched the paper out of his co-worker's hands. "Well excuse me for making a mistake!" Harry snapped. Hermione stared, gaping at the reply. She looked down at the ground and sat down in her chair. Putting her face in her hands, Hermione began to softly cry. Harry threw the paper down and walked to Hermione. "Hermione, I'm sorry. Please, don't cry. It's just, I'm tired and have not had any sleep lately. Hermione, please," he pleaded. Harry pulled Hermione into a hug, which she returned back. Burying her head into Harry's shoulder, Hermione continued to cry. "No," she sobbed. "I'm sorry. I just should have corrected it myself, so I wouldn't put a burden on you." Harry patted Hermione's hair. "No, sshh," he whispered. "No. You have more of a burden than I do. We both have the Order and being aurors to worry about, but you have much more to carry around." Hermione sniffled and wiped her eyes. She looked up at Harry. "I can't do it by myself. I need someone to talk to at night, to convince me that I can make it! (A/N:hint, hint!) It's just so hard, being home alone," Hermione said. "You can do it," Harry whispered, gently kissing her on the forehead. "You can."
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"Draco, where is Jasmine's bottle?" Ginny asked. Draco took the baby in his arms. "I will feed her," he offered. "Go rest. Rebuilding this house has tired you." Ginny hugged her husband. She placed her head on his shoulder. No longer was he the evil boy who would make fun of her poems. Ginny still liked Harry, but she loved Draco. How the marriage had come to be, or was still lasting, neither of them knew. All they knew was with a baby, they had to stick together. "What if he comes back?" Ginny said. "I can't live in a closet all my life. Neither can Jasmine or you." Draco laughed. "We can make it a big closet." He kissed Ginny, and sent her to the bedroom to rest. As Ginny lay down, she wondered about her brother. She had stayed with him for a few days,and came back that morning. George was suffering terribly. When Ginny had arrived, she had immediatly placed Jasmine in her brother's arms. George had given a faint smile, and rocked the baby to sleep, kissing her cheek as he had put her in the cradle. Ginny remembered his face. Pale, and old-looking, although George was just twenty-four. His face would haunt all the Weasley's for the rest of their lives. If only Candi had lived....
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Ron sat down by George on the couch. "George," he said softly. George turned and looked at his younger brother. "Yes?" he whispered. George rarely talked, but he would sometimes. "Dinner is ready, won't you come join us?" Ron asked. George shook his head. "No thanks. I'm not hungry," he replied. George turned and stared out the window. Ron's wife walked in cautiously. Lavender's long, waist-length brown hair reminded George too much of Melanie. George noticed Lavender stick her head through the doorway. "Come in," George said with a faint smile. Lavender sat down beside George. "Come on," she said. "We have pot roast, and your favorite dessert." The widower finally decided to get up and eat a small portion of food. It was going to be very hard on George, but perhaps even harder on his family.....
A/N:I have never written anything like this before. So thanks for the reviews!