Part 2
Harry, Ron, and the Weasley's all use a portkey to get to Port Charles, New York. Ron had never been in the states before so this was a new experience for him. As they walked around the hotel they arrived at under Professor Dumbledore's instructions, he looked around in amazement. "Okay, I have the directions to the hospital now, Ron." Mr. Weasley said as he came into the lobby where Harry and Ron were waiting paitently. "Can we go and see her now?" Ron and Harry asked simultaneously. Mr. Weasley nodded his head.
At the hospital Sonny and Carly were still sitting by Hermione's bed praying for her to wake up. "God, Lord in Heaven, hear my plea. Please bring my daughter back to me. I will do anything you ask of me. Just name it. I will find a way to keep my family safe. I will. I swear it, Lord. Just please bring her back to me." Sonny quietly prayed as he held his daughter's hand tightly in his own. The monitor on the left side of the bed beeped repeatedly to let him know that she was alive and her heart was beating regularly. The breathing tube was helping her breathe. No one could figure out why she couldn't breathe on her own yet. Tony had said that she should have been breathing and responding to the medications by now.
Just then the Weasley's and Harry and Ron appeared in the lobby of the hospital. Amy saw them and blinked in confusion. "Now, where did they come from?" She muttered. Ron immediately, without waiting for his parents or anyone, went to the desk and waited patiently for someone to acknowledge him. Bobby looked up and saw him. "Can I help you?" Ron tried to smile at her but he was so deathly worried that it didn't quite pull off. "I'm looking for Hermione Granger's room." Harry cleared his throat. "He means Hermione Corienthos' room. Remember, Ron?" It took a moment to register what Harry had said. "Oh." Ron said quietly.
Bobbie looked at them all with a strange look on her face. "I am Hermione's grandmother. Are you friends of hers or something?" Mrs. Weasley spoke up then. "Yes, we are friends of Hermione's. I am Molly Weasley and this is my husband, Arthur Weasley. The two boys are my son Ron and his friend Harry. They are best friends with Hermione. How is she doing? Can we see her?" Bobbie then realized how they knew Hermione. "You must go to Hogwarts with her then?" Harry and Ron nodded their heads.
Bobbie smiled at them. "Normally I am not allowed to let anyone in a patient's room, as critical as Hermione's condition, unless it is immediate family. But I will make an exception since she apparently is very close to you all. She has told all about all of you. It's great to finally meet you." She led them all down the hall where Lucky, who was a cop, was standing guard. "Lucky, these are Hermione's friends from school. They are okay. You don't have to search them." Bobbie told him firmly but gently. Lucky looked at them all. "Are you sure, Aunt Bobbie?" He asked. She nodded her head. "Now, I am going to let Sonny and Carly know that you are here." She opened the door and walked inside.
Carly looked up and smiled at her mother with a tear-stained face. "Mom, what is it?" Bobbie shook her head. "Don't worry. I'm not here to bring you any news except that Hermione's friends from Hogwarts are here to see her. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, her two best friends are the one's I am referring to." Carly's eyes lit up at the idea that her daughter's friends cared about her that much. "They are here? I didn't even think to contact the school and let them know about Hermione. I wonder how they knew." "Professor Dumbledore told us." Mrs. Weasley said from the door. "I am Ron's mother. "I wish we were meeting under happier circumstances." Carly smiled at her. She turned to Sonny who was still sitting by Hermione's bed, clutching her hand tightly in his own.
"Sonny, Hermione's friends are here." Sonny slowly let go of her hand and stood up. He turned to the people that had just walked into the room. Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp when she saw his face. His eyes were red, from crying constantly. He looked like he hasn't ate or slept in a while. "You need to rest, Mr. Corienthos." She said gently. "I know. But I am afraid to leave my daughter's side and please call me Sonny." "That is understandable." Mr. Weasley said softly. Ron walked stiffly towards Hermione's bedside and stood there trembling as he looked down at her lying there so still and hooked up so many things he didn't know what they were or what they were for.
Hermione heard the Weasley's voice from the foggy room and smiled. "Harry and Ron and the Weasley's are here. I knew they would come. Harry and Ron will figure out why I can't respond or open my eyes or anything." She was still trying to remember everything that had happened when she was shot. She got bits and pieces back but not everything. Not yet anyway. She sat there and listened to her friends and family at her bedside. "It's okay to touch her, Ron." Carly said as she gently placed his hand upon Hermione's. "It won't hurt her. It let's her know that she is not alone. That we are in the room with her." Ron then slowly curled his hand around Hermione's gently, trying to not mess up the wires in her hand from the IV tubes. He didn't know what those wires were either. It scared him to see her like this. It really scared him.
"Hermione." He began but had to stop because his voice started to give out on him. "Hermione", he began again, "please hear me. It's me, Ron. Ron Weasley. I'm here and so is Harry." Harry spoke up on the other side of the bed then. "I'm here Hermione. We're going figure out how to help you. We are going to get you back. I swear it." Ron stared at her beautiful face that was so pale and still. A single tear dripped down his face without him realizing it. Mrs. Weasley was touched at how much her son cared about Hermione. The tear fell on Hermione's hand. Hermione in the foggy room felt the tear. She reached up with the hand the tear fell on and touched her face with it. "Ron." She whispered. "I will fight, for myself, for mom, for dad, for Michael and Morgan, for Jason, for Harry and Ron for everyone that loves. I will fight, darn it. I will!"