It was several days before Brooke awoke in the hospital wing. Harry,
Ron and Hermione surrounded her bed, sometimes staying the night, with
Madam Pomfrey's permission, of course. Visitors dropped by every so often
with flowers and other little gifts.
When Brooke awoke, four days after the whole ordeal, she was shocked to find Harry sitting at her side. Tears were dripping down his face onto her blanket and he hadn't yet realized that she was awake. Raising her hand to his face, he let out a cry of joy and hugged her gently. "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up again!" he cried, with a mix of laughter and tears.
"I wouldn't leave you," Brooke whispered in his ear, holding on tightly to him. Pulling away, her face fell and she said, "I lost the baby, didn't I?" It was more a statement that it was a question.
Sadly, Harry nodded his head. Tears once again formed in his eyes and it occurred to Brooke that maybe Harry had been willing to accept the baby as his own. "I'm so sorry, Brooke."
She turned away from him, tears forming in her own eyes. She knew that the loss was great but also maybe for the best. Things always happened for a reason; it was Fate that decided the paths that lives would take. There was a reason that Brooke lost the baby. Perhaps it just wasn't time. Or maybe it was the fact that she was only sixteen and still had the majority of her life ahead of her to enjoy before she had children. She knew that the time would be right soon; it just wasn't then.
Six days later, Brooke was back in class, under a strict warning from Madam Pomfrey of no rough play or difficult tasks. Emotionally, she wasn't allowed to be upset in any way.
It was a sunny day when Brooke sat outside by the water with Harry by her side. Entangled in each other's arms, they recalled past memories that they have shared. "Brooke," began Harry, "I hope you realize that I love you and although I'm only sixteen, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Brooke smiled and softly kissed Harry on the lips. "I love you, too," she whispered. The two of them looked out upon the water and the sun reflecting on the surface. From behind them, Hogwarts rose high above all else, mirroring itself in the water. Brooke smiled to herself; indeed, everything was only a matter of time.
When Brooke awoke, four days after the whole ordeal, she was shocked to find Harry sitting at her side. Tears were dripping down his face onto her blanket and he hadn't yet realized that she was awake. Raising her hand to his face, he let out a cry of joy and hugged her gently. "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up again!" he cried, with a mix of laughter and tears.
"I wouldn't leave you," Brooke whispered in his ear, holding on tightly to him. Pulling away, her face fell and she said, "I lost the baby, didn't I?" It was more a statement that it was a question.
Sadly, Harry nodded his head. Tears once again formed in his eyes and it occurred to Brooke that maybe Harry had been willing to accept the baby as his own. "I'm so sorry, Brooke."
She turned away from him, tears forming in her own eyes. She knew that the loss was great but also maybe for the best. Things always happened for a reason; it was Fate that decided the paths that lives would take. There was a reason that Brooke lost the baby. Perhaps it just wasn't time. Or maybe it was the fact that she was only sixteen and still had the majority of her life ahead of her to enjoy before she had children. She knew that the time would be right soon; it just wasn't then.
Six days later, Brooke was back in class, under a strict warning from Madam Pomfrey of no rough play or difficult tasks. Emotionally, she wasn't allowed to be upset in any way.
It was a sunny day when Brooke sat outside by the water with Harry by her side. Entangled in each other's arms, they recalled past memories that they have shared. "Brooke," began Harry, "I hope you realize that I love you and although I'm only sixteen, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Brooke smiled and softly kissed Harry on the lips. "I love you, too," she whispered. The two of them looked out upon the water and the sun reflecting on the surface. From behind them, Hogwarts rose high above all else, mirroring itself in the water. Brooke smiled to herself; indeed, everything was only a matter of time.