Love, friendship, and sacrifices.
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Chapter 3

Exactly 1 month after Harry's death, Ron and Hermione's wedding took place. They were saddened that their best friend couldn't be present, but somehow, they felt he was there. Hermione's parents had talked them into a muggle wedding. Hermione and Ron couldn't see each other until they were at the alter.
Hermione and Ron were fidgeting, unbeknownst to the other. Ron had finally asked George to be best man. Ginny would be the Maid of Honor. The normal pre-wedding jitters were affecting both bride and groom.
Hermione's mind was reeling, along with her stomach. She'd been sick three times this morning, and it was only 10:00! She chalked this up to 1) this was the morning of her wedding, and 2) She was three months along with Ron's child.
Hermione looked nervously at the clock. Only a half an hour to go. Oh, Harry.' she thought to herself. I wish you were here.'
But I am, said a voice from behind her. Hermione turned sharply.
A ghost stood by the doorway. Harry's ghost to be precise. He was smiling at Hermione. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she stared at her best friend's outline. She swiped at her tears. She didn't need to be running her make-up.
Listen, Mione. I came to let you and Ron know that I'm okay. I've spoken to him already. Harry smiled and hugged Hermione. When he pulled back, he looked at her midriff. Did you tell him?
she whispered. A week after.
I have to go, Mione. I miss you guys. And i hope you have a good life together. Bye. He disappeared. The clock gonged. It was time. Hermione composed herself and stepped outside her room. The wedding march started. Hermione started walking down the aisle, beaming at Ron, who's eyes did not leave her own. He took her hand, squeezing it slightly. She squeezed back.
The vows were said, and Ron kissed his bride softly. The reception went off without a hitch and the young couple left for their honeymoon.
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Hermione lay in her hospital bed 6 months later, pushing with all her might. She had been in labor for about 6 hours. Their baby was coming!
With one last push, Hermione fell back against the pillows as a sharp cry was heard. She smiled.
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! said the doctor. You have a healthy baby boy!
Hermione rested for about an hour. When she awoke, she asked to see her baby. When they handed her little boy to her, her eyes filled with tears.
Oh, Ron, Hermione whispered. Ron smiled and kissed his wife softly. Ron, what should we name him?
I think.......it would be only right to name him after Harry. We wouldn't be here without him, after all. Ron said.
You're right. Harry Patrick Weasley. It suits him. Don't you think? Ron nodded.
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And so begins another cycle of life.
The End.
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