Disclaimer: JKR you are a Goddess. Without your brilliant mind I would have these brilliant characters.

AN: I have been really busy lately. I moved from my old apartment yesterday and decided to write a chappie today. I enjoyed writing it (for some reason...) and I hope you'll enjoy reading & reviewing it.

P.S. I need help from you guys: Tell me if you vote for Harry/Lavender or Harry/Ginny. Thanks in advantage. :)

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The Go Must Show On

Chapter 12: The Show's Cancelled

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The doorbell rang. Hermione looked sideways at Ron to check the expression on his face. Nothing showed that he'd heard the bell. She couldn't blame him. Ron was answering the phone the entire day and opened the front doors for both postman and milkman. Logically, it was Hermione's turn this time.

"I'll get it." Hermione said and walked out of the living room heading towards the entering hall.

Ron only muttered to himself "For change" and continued staring at some plain quiz on TV that had rather easy questions.

A half a minute passed and Hermione appeared in the room saying "It's for you."

Ron looked curiously at her "Me?"

"Who else is in the room?" She snapped.

"Crookshanks." Ron grinned.

Hermione gave him one of her deadly looks. "Play dumb as long as you want, but the woman won't stand there all the evening."

"Wo-woman?" He stuttered "How does she look like?"

"Oh, Ron." Hermione sighed "Why d'you have to be so difficult sometimes? Go there, and see how she looks like by yourself."

"Okay. Just tell me this - does she have brown or black hair?"

"Blonde." Hermione responded and pulled Ron out of his chair.

"Why didn't she come in?" Ron asked when he was already leaving the room.

"I told her to come in, but she didn't want to." Hermione explained and sit in the chair eagerly waiting for Ron to hear who actually that was.

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Ron opened the door and saw a woman sitting on the doorstep. Only one look was enough for him to realize that the blonde woman was his exe wife.

"Anne?" He mumbled sounding surprised.

The woman stood up to face him. She had dark rings around her eyes. Ron guessed they were signs of lots of nights of not sleeping. She looked very tired and it seemed like she'd break if anyone would just touch her.

"Hi, Ronald." Anne was probably the only person on earth to call him by his real name... except Mrs. Weasley - she calls him Ronald anytime she's angry with him for some reason.

"Anne, what's wrong?" The surprise was still written on his forehead.

She stared at him, her eyes filling with tears. She tried to respond, but felt that if she'd said anything she'd burst into tears. Ron didn't know what to do. Hug her? But Hermione could see them and God know what she'd think then. Anne tried to open her mouth once again, but instead of saying anything her body started to tremble. Seeing this, Ron slowly hugged her saying:

"You can tell me everything when you calm down. " He felt Anne's heart beating like mad. Why did she come to him? What did she want to say? They were always fighting and arguing. He couldn't remember when he'd hugged her last time. Their separation wasn't really civilized. Both of them said a lot of bad words for each other... and Anne was the one to have their daughter.

"Why don't we go inside? My girlf... Hermione will make you tea, or coffee, and you can..."

"No, it's okay." Anne said letting go off Ron. "I don't want to bother..."

"It's not bother at all, believe me." Ron softly said and led her in the house.

Hermione heard them entering, but decided to wait for Ron and the woman to go inside.

"Hermione, this is Anne." Ron said meeting her with Hermione. "My exe wife."

"Really?" Hermione's a bit higher voice than usual responded "Nice to meet you."

"Hermione is my girlfriend." Ron explained to Anne, who muttered "Nice to meet you too."

"Would you like to drink something?" Hermione asked. "Juice, mineral water, brandy, whiskey, tea, coffee...?"

"Just a glass of water, please." Anne said. Hermione asked her is she really wanted just water and as Anne nodded she went to pour some water.

"So... what brings you here?" Ron asked still waiting to hear why she was so upset.

There was a long pause. Anne lowered her look and whispered "Hermione."

Ron looked thunderstruck. His mind seemed to stop functioning. "What?"

Anne heavily sighed "Our daughter is sick."

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"Hello, um, may I speak to Ginny Weasley please?" Harry said. He expected to hear Ginny... but the voice didn't sound like her at all.

"And who's calling her?" A male voice, sounding falsely stiff, asked.

"Harry." thought Harry.

"Harry who?" The voice asked again.

"Potter." He responded, becoming irritated with the person who questioned him.

"HARRY OL' BOY!" The person yelled in the receiver that Harry needed to put it away from his ear "You don't even want to speak to your old buddy, eh?"

"Er, I would if I'd just know who I am talking to." Harry said.

"You're disappointing me, don't you know that?" The person responded "Hey, George, Harry The Hairdresser Potter doesn't remember us any more."

Harry blinked. He remembered who the person on the phone had to be. "Is that you Fred?"

"No, it's my dead grandmother." Fred laughed "So, you wish to speak with our little sis?"

"With your grown up sis." Harry laughed as well.

"But she's just covering her freckles...." Fred explained.

"Oh-no.."

"No? So, you like her with them. Gotta tell her that. She's in the bathroom for the past hour trying to make them disappear... Young love, ain't it grand?" Fred jokingly sighed.

"Instead of talking 200 km/h you could let me finish my sentence." Harry said "I wanted to tell her that we're not going to tonight. The show's cancelled. "

"Why?"

"They didn't tell me."

"Ron made a mess, I can bet." Fred said, and Harry heard Ginny trying to get a phone from him "But I'm speaking to Harry. You can use the phone after I'm done. Didn't your Mum teach you how to behave?"

"How come you're with her? You're not at The Burrow right? I mean, you don't have a phone, do you?" Harry asked Fred.

"Well, we actually do. Dad persuaded Mum to buy one a few years ago..." Fred replied and went quiet for a moment. Even though the years passed by, it still wasn't easy to talk about his father.

Harry didn't know what to say, but Ginny got the receiver in the right moment "Sorry, Harry. As you can see, they haven't changed a bit since you've last had chance to talk to them."

"Yeah..." Harry smiled and remembering why he called Ginny said "We can't go to the club tonight. The show is cancelled for some unknown reason." He expected to hear a disappointed answer, but Ginny said:

"Then we'll meet somewhere else."

"Pick a place."

"Why does it have to be a place? We could just walk through Diagon Alley, or go to Hogsmeade..."

Harry liked the idea of going to Hogmeade so he suggested "In front of for start, maybe?"

"Sure." Ginny agreed and went to cover some more freckles that were still viewable on her nose.

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