Hey there, I just wanna say a great thank you for all your reviews they are very helpful, also I just wanna say a huge thank you to my friend Fi for being so nice and Fi -ish. (If that makes sense??) This fanfiction is for her but I hope you all enjoy it. This chapter is just a bit of a "filler" but loads more is to come so keep reading loads of lurve *Elentari*
Harry pulled up to the driveway. The house was small, two upstairs rooms two downstairs house, Hermione's mother had sold the large house and moved into this one after her husband died two years ago.
Harry knocked on the door. His eyes were tired - he hadn't slept much the night before, he was so worried about Hermione.
He got out the car and rang the doorbell. Hermione's mum answered, looking tired and drawn.
"Hello Harry my dear. She's through here." Harry followed Mrs. Granger through the lounge into the kitchen to where Gwen was. He looked at the beautiful baby girl in front of him; she was barely nine months old. She was just like Ron, she had his bright blue eyes but her hair was more auburn. The most haunting thing was that when she smiled her face lit up like his did.
He went to her and picked her up.
"Hello sweetheart. You're gonna come stay with me," he cooed.
He gathered her things and went towards the door Mrs. Granger kissed the baby, saying "Bye sweet," then she turned to Harry with a smile and said, "Thanks for all you've done."
"It's fine, don't mention it." he kissed her cheek and put Gwen in the car. And solemnly and silently they drove home.
Once Harry got home he changed Gwen and feed the ever-aging Hedwig.
Even though he didn't acknowledge it subconsciously he was still in a very deep shock about the death of Ron. It had all happened very very quickly - he had seen him one day, even drank with him, and the day after Ron was swept from the earth forever leaving a wife and child far far behind him.
The next day (after being up three times with Gwen in the night) Harry got up tired and depressed. He was finding it hard to cope. Like Hermione he wasn't sleeping much and even though he loved Gwen she was another added stress.
After trying to get Gwen ready for forty-five minutes Harry went to Hermione's house, in weather which matched his mood: Dark and Grey.
He pulled up to the drive way, the house looked empty. None of the curtains had been touched since Harry last left two days ago. He didn't bother ringing the doorbell - he knew he wouldn't get an answer, so he let himself in. Holding Gwen in both arms he began the climb up to the attic room, he knew she was there because of the distant sound of someone playing the piano. Hermione was an amazing pianist, she had played for many years but of course not whilst at Hogwarts - there were more important things to do than sit around playing piano then.
As he got closer and heard what she was playing, he could hear the same part being played over and over again. He recognized it straight away, it was from Phantom of the Opera. Hermione and Ron had gone to see it a while back. She kept playing certain notes over and over again. It took Harry awhile to figure out what they were and then he heard it "Da da da da daa daa da da dum" she was playing it over and over. He remembered the words "Wishing you were some how here again." And she kept playing it.
He went into the room where she was, but she kept playing. She didn't look up or acknowledge Harry and Gwen in any way. She was in the same clothes she was in last time Harry saw her.
"Hi Hermione. Look who I brought to see you." Harry advanced towards her at the piano but she didn't move. He tried again "Hermione look, Gwen is here." Hermione looked up at Harry.
"Hello Harry."
Gwen was ecstatic to see her mother again, it had been two weeks since she had last seen her and for any child that is a long time. She wouldn't stay still in Harry's arms so he passed her into Hermione's hands. Hermione took her in under the arm, but didn't move her close to her body. She looked into her child's large blue eyes. Gwen smiled at her and gave a little giggle.
The smile pierced right through Hermione's heart and for a second she saw Ron. Ron's smile. She saw Gwen's face light up like Ron's.
Harry watched all this happening and to his horror Hermione just moved her hands apart and Gwen began to fall to the floor.
Harry lunged and grabbed the baby just before she hit the ground.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at her.
Between being dropped and Harry's shouting Gwen became very distressed and began to bawl. Harry held her close to his body but his anger at Hermione was bubbling up inside of him.
"You could have dropped her."
Hermione said nothing, she just sat there.
Still fuming Harry continued. "Don't you care you just nearly dropped your child?" He straightened up and looked down upon her. "Hermione you gotta snap out of it! She is your child! You have to take care of her!" He softened his pitch. "She is your child, you need to care for her."
Hermione turned her back on him and said "Take her away with you. I don't want her here."
"What?" Harry said very quietly. He was in shock because Hermione had just shunned her own daughter
"You heard me. Take her away."
Harry said nothing. He stormed out of the house with Gwen and put her in the car. He sat in the drivers seat and burst into tears.
He could hear in the house the repeated "Wishing you were somehow here again." Over and over whilst his soul poured out it's deepest sorrows.