Chapter 12: Wisdom of the Heart

Disclaimer: Oh, Gosh, not again, they are not mine. No, believe me, they aren't ¬¬

Author's Note: To my best friends, and my beta reader :) Also a very special thanks and chapter dedication to Mijuju who has translated me from spanish to english the PRESTIGE thingy. Now everybody can read it! :)

Well, now to the review answers:

numbskul411: new reader! Wellcome! I'm so glad you like my story! I just hope you like this chapter as well! Wellcome!

headgirl: you are right, the ring IS important ^_^ Sorry for the delay!

Mijuju: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Oh! And to your question, no, I don't write this in spanish. I only write it in english. Don't know why. Well. Yeah. The thing is that the fics in spanish. There are barely good fics. I mean, THERE ARE GOOD ONES, but people are concentrated in another things… they descrive things really bad. And I wanted to have mi fic in english because I knew that more people would enjoy it! :)) There's your answer! :) Thanks again!

ronniekins8: did you got my email? It's been a while since I don't know from you! Are you ok? I'm going to see if I can find some time and read your chaps! Sorry! I've been really busy! How have you been?
Silver Dragon Princess: yeah, the oil spil is horrible. Besides, the oil has arrived to the beach from the city I live… geez, it's so horrible! They have been more or less one month cleaning it. We weren't aloud to go down the beach (obviously) but now we can. I'm so glad to be able to see my beach clean again. But still, sometimes little oil stains come… they are always cleaning the beach in the mornings… it's horrible. But Galicia is worst. Anyway, thanks for your interest! :) Sorry for the delay!

mini veela: well… I don't know if you will have to wait long before Ron knows about the baby *grinns* you'll have to wait, read and see! :) Sorry for the delay!

JeRu: Hola loca! Perdona por el retraso!  Lo de los sentimientos de Ron.. bueno, tenes razon, quizas lo haga ^^ gracias por tu recomendación! Y la de los fics! Ahora lo que no entiendo lo que dijiste sobre el tema de mi fic! Queres que lo escriba en castellano? Lo que pasa es que no tengo tiempo! Estoy a full con el colegio, pero si ENSERIO queres leerlo en castellano... me hare algun tiempo, dentor de unos meses o asi y lo pasare, sino tenes el honor de intentar! Como quieras! Y para decir lo de español es "PUT THIS FIC IN SPANISH, OTHER WHISE I'LL KILL YOU!" pero suena muy duro, no te parece? ;) Che! Y como es tu final propio? Contame! YO ahora estoy con un par mas de historias! Con Remus! Ya las van a ver cuando las empieze a postear! :)  Bueno, te dejo! Que me tengo que ir a preparar! Hoy en San Sebastian es carnaval y me tengo que ir a bañar! En chile tienen carvanales? En Argentina tenemos, pero mas cerca de las provincias limitrofes con Brasil! (se re justifica!) bueno, besos y perdon por el retraso!
adios!
paz : estuve pensando en pasar este fic a español, vos de donde sos? Pq lo hablas re bien! De latinoamerica? España? Mira, lee mi respuesta a Jeru! :) Aca tenes este chap, perdona por la demora :)
Alaskantiger: Sorry for the delay! Here it is! :)

wendy-ness: you are right... for future chapters :)

Katie Bell: Sorry! I did not send you this chap either cause I didn't want it to be posted more… later! Don't know how to say it ^^ Anyways, I will answer your mail this weekend, I promise! As soon as I find some time.. :) believe me! Sorry for the delay! Kissex!
Slapmesilly: maybe they will... maybe they won't! :) hehe.

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Dear Ron:

Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year As Well! How are you doing? I'm great, actually. A little busy with Christmas Celebretaion and everything. I'm spending it at the Burrow, as usual. You? Your mother told me that she had told you to come but you said no… that you were going to spend it somewhere else. Where? With a woman, maybe?

We are spending it at the Burrow, nothing out of the ordinary… The only thing new is that you are not going to be there, nothing else. I just wish I could see you someday… you should come over someday! I know it's not easy to apparate from one country to the other… it's not even safe… but you should come by someday! We all miss you really much…

Oh, Ron, I really have to go. Ginny is insisting me to get dressed now, for we have to go NOW to your parent's home. Oh! I hope you like my present! Ginny's present is also coming with this letter… I know you are going to love… both of them.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Love

Harry

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Meanwhile Harry and Ginny were getting dressed for tonight, at the Burrow Molly and Hermione were finishing the dinner for tonight, after that they would go and get ready.

Hermione was wearing a blue long dress, it was so long you could not see her black shoes. She hadn't toucher her hair, though,  she liked it all… wild as she used to have it. Straight but wild. Molly had also arranged herself a bit. They were all happy, for it was Christmas Night. They were going to spend it at the Burrow. Charly and his wife, Fleur Delacour, were going to spend it there with them. Fred and George also, with Angelina and Katie, and as for Percy and Penelope… they were going to spend it at Penelope's home. Ginny and Harry were also going to be there.

Molly and Hermione were cooking this time, while Angelina and Katie were getting the table ready. Molly was cooking a chicken with potatos, while Hermione was preparing the disurt (muggle ice-cream with honey, something she had always loved and wanted the Weasleys to taste it as well)

"You know Hermione?" Angelina said out of the blue, putting the knifes in the places. "In a few weeks we are going to have a little baby with us!"

Hermione smiled nerviously. "I… I'd rather not to think about it… I'm pretty nervous myself"

"Oh! There's nothing to worry about, my dear!" Molly said smiling happily. "Sure, it's something really… I don't know, they always talk about it as the worst experience of your life, but it isn't that bad, I mean, it's really beautiful. No one has such a conection with your baby as you have in the delivery… it's something priceless"
"Yes, I know that" Hermione replied her. She touched her huge belly lovingly. "I know that it's going to be wonderful and all that, but I'm really nervous. What if I'm not a good mother? What if I make a fool of myself? What if my baby doesn't love me…?"

"Hermione calm down, dear" Molly said touching her right arm. "We all have our doubts at first, it's really normal, but you don't have to worry. We all do the best we can, besides there's no book that tells us how to be a good mother or not… you just do it.. and I'm sure you are going to do it just fine… you don't have to worry about that"

Hermione smiled but said nothing. Soon they were all of them working again in their things.

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Just when Harry and Ginny had arrived at the Burrow, an owl from Ron came with an open letter. The owl let the letter on Harry's bed. It read.

Dear Harry:
I'm going to pass by down the burrow, at least for a few minutes! Just to see you guys! I can't wait. I'll be there at 12 o'clock more or less.

See you soon – really soon!

Ron

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After dinner, ice cream, and all of that, they all decided to stay a bit on the table and drink a coffee or something, just to talk like they used to do.

"How many time is left for 12 o'clock?" Harry asked nervously. He had Ginny's present on his jacket. He touched it and, even though he thought he would feel really nervous, he felt more secure. He knew this was something big and did not want to ruin it. Hermione and him had already talked about that, she was excited too. After all Harry was going to be her baby's uncle! When Harry asked this Hermione smiled at him and Harry felt more relaxed.

"Uh… 40 minutes more or less, Harry" Charly answered.

"Thanks"

Soon Charly started telling them something about his job and Fleur, and they were all laughing. Neither of them realized that the feuer of the fireplace was turning white. This could only mean one thing – somebody was trying to call them.

"And then he went like "oh! What's tha..!" but they never found out what was Charly about to say, for another red-headed face appeared on the fireplace, smiling happily, and screamed them.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
The whole table screamed and turned to look at who was talking.

"RON!" was the first thing Molly screamed. She walked fast to the fireplace and looked at her son.

"What are you doing son?!"

"Nothing mum! Just wanted to pass by and say hello! I was going to come here… uh.. personaly, but I couldn't. So I decided to get in contact with you guys!" Ron laughed at their faces. "C'mon! Merry Christmas Everybody!"

They all returned the wishes, except for Hermione, how was pale as a sheet. She turned to Harry, who was sitting next to her. She was trembling. "Harry, d-did you k-knew about t-this?" she whispered.

Harry shook his head. "No, I swear, I would have told you instead!"

"I need to get out of here. I don't want to talk to him." Hermione was about to say I don't want him to see me like this, but decided to shut that thought up.

"Sure" Harry said. "But how?"
"I don't know. I have to get out of here. Out of the burrow. I'm going home. Sorry Harry"
"But Hermione… Ron…"

"Harry, please! No!" Hermione said a bit loud. "I'm going home!"

Just then Ginny, who was sitting next to Harry, entered in the conversation. "In mum and dad's room, there's a… hidden door if you want to call it like that. Open it, there's another fireplace. Just go there and go home Hermione. I'll take you your presents later, okay?"
Hermione nodded. But there was only one problem. How was she supposed to get up before Ron noticing her… and her belly?
"Could you go upstairs with me, Ginny?" she asked her best friend. "Please. Harry, you go and talk to him.. do something!"

Charly, who had been watching Hermione talk to her friends, walked to them and kneeled to them. "Hermione, do you need any help?"
Hermione, who looked like she was about to cry, told him "I don't want Ron to see me"

Charly nodded. "Right. I'll give him some chat, you put on my cloack…" he took out his cloack, a black one. "And go upstairs at my parents room, there you are going to find a hidden door…"
"I've already told her that, Charly" Ginny said grinning. She then turned at Harry and Hermione. "That door was supposed to be a secret, but we discovered it really fast. Mum and dad still don't know that we know about it"

Charly handed his cloack to Hermione and she put it as fine as she could. Harry and Charly walked to the fireplace to give some chat to Ron. Hermione and Ginny stood up and walked away, but just as they were about to pass by the door, Ron called them.
"GINNY! SISTER! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
Ginny turned around, Hermione didn't and kept on walking.

"Hi.. Ron!" she said not to much excited. "Merry.. Christmas… to you too"

"What's wrong girl? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Yeah!" Ginny answered. She was sure happy to see him… but now?

"Then what's your problem? You don't look happy!"
"UH… Female problems, Ron, female problems"

"Oh" Ron felt a bit uncomfortable. This was the first time his sister told him something like that. "Then you are free to go… uh.. sis!"
Ginny nodded and runned away, to her parent's room.

"So!" Ron said. "I couldn't send you your presents, because I sent my owl to your place today Harry"

"My place?" Harry asked. "What for?
"I sent you a letter telling you that I was going to pass by! Didn't you get it?"
"No…"

"Oh, never mind! The thing is that I'm here!"

Suddenly Ron turned around and saw that in the christmas tree, under it there were lots of presents. But one of them was amazinly big, and had the shape of a baby-chair. Another one a huge teddy bar and it had a sign with it. It read "Congratulations for the baby!"
"Who are those for? Who is pregnant?"
The whole burrow was quiet and nervous for some minutes. Neither of them knew what to tell him. Suddenly, Fleur, jumped up. "FOR ME!" she said. "They are for me… uh… Charly and I… are expecting a baby!"

Ron's face was priceless. "YOU ARE PREGNANT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I'M GOING TO HAVE A NIECE! OR NEPHEW! WHAT A CHRISTMAS PRESENT!!!"
"Yeah…"

"Thanks Ron!" said Charly smiling and hugging his wife. "We hadn't told you before… because we were too excited! But now you know!"

"Yeah!" Ron said. "How far along are you?"

"Uh…"

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Back in Hermione's house, she entered in her room and sat on her bed. She started crying. Without even noticing it, her dress was starting to get a little wet… and just in between her legs…

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There you go! Did you like it? Now it's your turn to review! And I accept flames… I was terrible! One month without updating! The thing is that I was with all the examns, I had a friend over for a month… lots of things happened! But now I'm starting to write the next chapter, so you can have it reallys soon!

Now, I wanted to give a special thanks to Mijuju, who has sent me this translation of the Prestige thing. Here it comes. Thank you very much!

Kissex!
ML

Author's Notes II: PRESTIGE

They are being received called from volunteers worldwide requesting to come to collaborate and from Xunta is saying to them that they do not come, that does not make lack. Here, all the existing means are particular. The Xunta still it has not managed the collection of the remainders with any company and the buckets that remove from the beach, with much effort, they are deposited in the ports and corners of sandy grounds without nobody comes to by them. People are cleaning without masks neither gloves and or are associations that have analyzed (by its account, of course) the fuel and warn that it can be CANCERIGENO by inhalation, due to gases that give off and to the high sulfur content. I can assure to you that after two days in the beach the sound that you produce when breathing is like the one of a silicoso. snots leave black.

Tens of gannets in beaches are dying because people of the equipment recovery center of fauna it does not give basto. Yo I have been helping to gather birds in Barrañan, taking them in MY buckets and in MY car because nobody became position of them. The people of civil defense are not in beaches. She does not only have nor technician evaluating the situation. THEY ARE NOT GOING AWAY TO CLEAN ROCKS because according to the Xunta, "already the sea will take to it". We have the asphalted coast as if it was a highway and it has already been solidified. Greenpeace has been in Ferrol cleaning WITH ITS OWN MEANS and the policia has thrown to them of the beach so that they did not see mass media them.

One is not going away to request the declaration of catastrophic zone because according to executive IS no BLACK TIDE. The company to which the Prestige belongs has chartered another boat with the same amount of load to make the order that is had lost, clear. This boat will do the week that the same route comes that the Prestige and will saturate in A Corunna, if nobody prevents it. This boat nonmemory was retained more than one week in an European port (the name) and one prevailed to him sanction to the shipbuilder by serious deficiencies that presented/displayed. It is of a SINGLE HELMET and it takes 26 YEARS sailing that way cargadito of crude. With a little luck, it laughs it of the Corunna, that is the unique one that this time has been saved, it can asphalt in a pair of weeks

Portugal has put beacons via satellite to control the evolution of the spots and insist on which it is being freed cruder in zone of the collapse. The Xunta says that it is lie without contributing no test, while the Portuguese are publishing photos via satellite. The boats that leave to work in the authorized zone are removing even: ALL, those of full surface and those of drag petroleum.

One is accusing the perceberos that they do not help, being they them that better they are handled on rocks. He is not asi ': the president of brotherhood of percebeiros has declared (in the BEING, where if not) that they have offered to clean from the first day, but they request that the Xunta becomes position of more than possible accidents that could to happen during the cleaning tasks. So and as they are the rocks of impregnated and slippery they need cords security and harnesses of protection, and DO NOT GO AWAY IT TO GIVE. The sea is very bad because, what I am going to tell to you, the monsoons, and nobody have already begun it is going to make position of them if they break a leg or if they are killed in cliffs. We yesterday made a placard of 12 ms of length with the CATASTROPHIC one, XA " and we hung in Riazor, taking advantage of the Depor-Juve and that the foreign press is here. When arriving at house I was seeing the party awhile in differed by the TVE.

TAKINGS PANORAMICAS OF The LAUNCHING SLIPS WERE CUT When ARRIVING At The ZONE OF The PLACARD. My mother has said that she saw the party me by Canal+ and DID NOT FOCUS the PLACARD and you I assure that she ***reflxed mng myself from all stage. Day 1 of December, Sunday, catastrófica.EN is summoned a manifestation in Santiago to request the zone declaration the TV NOT SPEECH OF IT. Those that you are in Galicia, please, manifestaos. If it is not obtained that there is a popular movement hard, as soon as stops being the news and the foreign press (in London goes away, the covers of the newspapers insist on that is CATASTROFE ECOLOGICA IMPORTANT MAS IN HISTORY DE EUROPA)esto will fall in the forgetfulness. People ALREADY THIS EMIGRATING. The air of the coast is irrespirable. And meanwhile, Fraga of hunting with Cuiña and the CONSELLEIRO OF Medio.ambiente. And here nobody resigns. One fills to them the mouth speaking of the medio.ambiente, the protection of the nature, Kioto, River, etc, and as soon as '? And what is worse, it fills democracy and effectiveness the mouth to them speaking and what there are fact is most antidemocratic than it is possible to be done: THEY HAVE LEFT THE TOWN.

I do not know if you will have arrived up to here. I so am cabreada, so disappointed and with such sensation of impotence that until costs to me to write. I assure to you that a thing is to see it in tele and another one to be there, to touch it, to smell it, and to see beaches from the sand, to see the completely full birds of crude without to be able to move and to see fishermen, people tanned and with a very hard life, CRYING when seeing sea. The platform "Never MAis" is requesting money to buy the material that does not give the Xunta and to put itself to clean... "