The Truth Is Told
By: Sailor Juliet, Shimmersea, and Lady Silver Dragon
I own none of this stuff. Zippo. Not a thing. I may own some of the characters, but that is all. I don't own a thing other wise. (Otherwise, I don't own Harry Potter)
Chapter 1: The Name
It happened to be month of June. In fact, the date was June 3, 1992. There was a huge storm going on outside the hospital; thunder crashed and the rain poured down in sheets.
Hermione was having her baby.
"Everything will be fine, Hermy," Harry said, trying to relax his wife, who was in great pain at the time. And incidentally, she was quite annoyed at her husband.
"FINE?? You try pushing out a huge kicking baby, and then we'll talk!" Hermione shrieked into his ear.
"Just a couple more pushes, and he'll be out." The muggle doctor informed them. He too, wished this soon would be over; he had family at home waiting for him. Harry glared at the muggle; he didn't quite trust the doctor.
"Shut up," Hermione hissed, glaring at the doctor.
"Is it a boy?!" Harry asked sounding very excited.
"OOOOH!" Hermione screamed in pain as the baby came out.
"Wow. It's a girl," The doctor informed Hermione.
"A girl?" Harry said, a smidgen less enthusiastic.
"A little," Hermione sighed happily, "girl... Finally. This is all over." She then jerked and screeched again.
"Wait!" the doctor declared, "there's another one!"
"Another?" Hermione yelled, glaring at Harry venomously. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT HARRY POTTER!"
"Take it easy Hermy," Harry soothed.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione yelled, pushing the next, and hopefully the last, child out.
"This one is a boy," The doctor told the now very happy couple.
"I'm a daddy times two!" Harry yelled jubilantly.
***
Harry and Hermione hadn't decided on names. In fact, they never knew they were having twins. It came as a shock to Harry when suddenly, another child had come out. He didn't believe it, even though he witnessed it himself.
Well, they had to come up with some names. All Harry and Hermione knew was they wanted their names to start with "H".
"Well Hermione," Harry said, looking at his sweet little daughter that he held in his arms, "the only boy name I can think of is Harvey. Can you think of any other names for our little boy?"
"No, I can't," Hermione told Harry, as she pushed a fluff of hair off her son's face. "I was thinking all night and that was the only name I like. I was thinking for a while about Harry Potter Jr. . But I didn't like that too much. I thought it would be too confusing. Do you think I was right there or was it just me?"
"You know Hermione I think you're right on that point," Harry said, trying to keep her from getting upset. "Should we name him Harvey, Hermione? Because the only alternative is Harold." Hermione made a rather scrunched face and glared at her husband. "And I really like Harvey better!" Harry said quickly.
"Yeah, I think we should. It's the only name we both like." Hermione replied.
"Okay then! Hello, my very young Harvey!" Harry said to his son, as he smiled at him, in awe at the boy's small size.
"Well Harry what should we name this little one here?" Hermione asked her husband, while looking at her beautiful baby girl held in his lap.
"How about Hannah? I like that name a lot too." Harry said while trying to look his wife in the eyes, and then looking at his daughter.
"Hannah and Harvey sound good together. I like those names. Oh, Harry, let's name them Hannah and Harvey!" Hermione cried to her husband, as if he would say no just to disappoint her.
"Okay, okay!" Harry laughed at his wife's eagerness. "Hannah and Harvey it is then!"
***Not to long after at Ron Weasley's house***
Why was it taking so long? And the screams of his wife, Kathryn, were just awful. It wasn't this bad when Hermione had the twins. Ron thought, as Kathryn gave yet another scream. Ron didn't know that after that one scream his whole life would change.
The muggle doctor came out later, carrying a little itty-bitty bundle. This hadn't happen at Harry's, Ron thought. Why was this muggle carrying his child away from its mother?
"Here is your daughter, sir," the doctor told Ron.
"Please, call me Ron. Thank you for the good news. How is my wife, Kathryn?" Ron earnestly asked the doctor.
"I am... so very sorry Ron. But your wife never made it though the birth. She's gone." The doctor said, handing Ron his little girl.
How could this little thing take his wife away from him? Ron wasn't mad at his daughter. She was beautiful, with the signature red hair, just a tint softer, and her mommy's pale skin and blue eyes. He just couldn't believe that his wife could die. He just sat there crying, holding the small child.
***
"Good morning, little girl." Ron said to his daughter the next morning. "Well, it's too bad you can't talk yet. You know, I think I'll name you Maya. Your mum's middle name was Maya." He said very proudly, holding back tears.
The real reason he was naming his daughter this was because it was Kathryn's favorite name. And he wanted to keep his Kathryn in some way. But it was too painful to name her Kathryn. So he decided to name her Maya.
Ron rocked Maya in the chair that he and Kathryn had picked out, just for feeding her. That brought the tears back. They had bought it custom. Kathryn had come and sat in this and rocked every night, preparing for Maya.
"PICK ME UP! PICK ME UP! PICK ME UP!" Ron sighed; the phone was ringing.
"PICK ME UP! YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT! THEY'RE GONNA HANG UP!"
"Come along Maya," Ron said, blinking the tears away. "Let's go get the phone."
"PICK ME UP YOU IDIOT!!"
Ron obliged the phone.
"Hello, Weasley residence this is Ron speaking," he stated into the phone, carefully holding little Maya so she wouldn't fall down.
"Ron, that you?" came a familiar voice from the other line.
"Hi, Harry." Ron said, giving a slight smile. Just like Harry, to be calling the morning after.
"You okay? Hermione told me about. You know," said Harry. "When's the funeral?"
"It's not decided yet," Ron replied, restraining tears.
"Is the baby fine?"
"Yeah, Maya's doing just great," he said. "She looks. Exactly like her Mom."
"That's it. You're coming to stay at our house, Mr. Depressing." Harry declared. Ron rolled his eyes, and heard Hermione scream, 'WHAT?'
"I couldn't, I would be imposing. It would be wrong."
"No, Ron, you're coming." Hermione said, on another line.
"Now, get your things packed, and come down here. Or I'll put a limb-freeze on you, and take your little girl, and float you down the street, for all the muggles to see!"
"You wouldn't."
"I would!" Harry exclaimed.
"And if he doesn't, I WILL!" Hermione said, confirming it.
"Fine. I'll be there. Maybe tomorrow."
"See you then," Hermione squealed. (Our first company!!!(Ooooh!))
"Later." Harry said, the phone clicking.
"Later," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
***
Knocking on the door, Ron couldn't believe he was doing this. Looking down, and seeing Maya taking one of her many daily naps, he knew why.
"Come on in, Ron!" He heard Hermione yell. "It's not locked!"
Pushing it open, Ron stepped into the house. It was rather dingy looking, nothing at all like Hermione's neat-nick style.
"He's upstairs with Hannah," Hermione said, coming out of the kitchen with the boy in her baby bolster, her hair clipped up, hands still wet from the dishes.
Ron nodded, starting on the steps.
Harry was upstairs, and the little baby was on the floor.
"Hello, who's Annah?" Harry asked, smiling at the baby. The girl giggled, and Harry's glasses floated off his face.
"Hannah! Give Daddy his glasses back, he can't see!" Harry said, struggling to find the midair glasses.
Ron came, and picked them up out of the air, and gave them to Harry.
"Hello, Ron!" Harry said, smiling to him (Once he could see him, of course) "Is this Maya?" Harry took Maya. "She's beautiful," he said, bouncing Maya gently.
"How can Hannah do that?" asked Ron, looking at Hannah curiously.
"I dunno," Harry said, turning his attention (Or eyes, at least) to his daughter.
"Dunno?" Ron asked looking at him quizzically.
"Yup," Harry said, giving his signature grin.
"You haven't changed a wink," Ron laughed, shaking his head.
***** At the Malfoy house ***
"Petria, shut that kid up!" came the steady drawl from upstairs. The blonde woman in a sweeping dress came, and tapped the year old on the nose.
"Bad boy," she reprimanded. "Father needs to work, no loud games."
The little boy nodded. It was amazing, even though his vain, self-centered parents didn't want, or care, that their little boy had already learned many full sentences, and he knew what, "Quiet," "No," and "Bad," meant. He always did as told, and was a very good child.
It was only on rare occasions he made any type of noise.
"Well," his mother said haughtily, "Judas is coming today. Be nice to him, won't you?" and with that, she swept away, smiling dirtily at the butler.
"Judas?" Leo said to himself, thinking of the rather vicious three-year old son of Snape. "Mean," he told himself simply.
The dark haired boy was shown in, and he grinned at Leo, rudely.
"'Lo, Judas," Leo said, trying to start on good terms.
"Hi, you baby. Any new toys?" with that, Judas began stifling through Leo's clean, organized toy box.
Upstairs, Draco signed documents, and other various things. Petria swooped in, as she always did.
"Draco." she said, staring at a large portrait of a pretty woman, with brown eyes and a large, beautiful smile, "Why don't you have a portrait of me?"
"Because," he said simply, "I don't love you."
With a snort, Petria turned heel, and left.
Muttering to herself, she angrilly stomped away, making it to her own wing and slamming the large oak doors shut, Leo's empty eyes watching her.
Fin. *
***Author's Note***
Shimmersea: We all know why Ron's wife died. A.) A muggle did her birth. And B.) IT WAS CRITICAL TO THE PLOT!!!
Sailor Juliet: For starters, this fic was my idea!
Shimmersea: Juliet, we know.
Lady Silver D: Yup. This was AWL her idea.
Shimmersea: We helped!
Sailor Juliet: MY IDEA!!! (P)
Lady Silver D: You are SOOO Mean to Ronnie-kins.
Shimmersea: *Rolls eyes* You wrote it.
Sailor Juliet: And Hannah can move things without a wand!
Lady Silver D: I AM SOOOOOOOO MEAN TO RONNIE-KINS!!!! *Weep Weep*
Shimmersea: Oh, stuff it.
Sailor Juliet: PLEASEEEE Review.
LSD: Only if they feel like it.
Shimmersea: Review, or I'll. KISS YOU! (Pucker up)
Sailor Juliet: Oh, what a threat.
Shimmersea: It was all I could think of! P
Lady Silver D: Who's the picture in Draco's office? (???)
Shimmersea: I dunno. (Giggles insanely)
Sailor Juliet: Why in heavens did I tell you about MY idea.
Lady Silver D: Okay, now you're obsessing.
Shimmersea: We never would have thought of this being you're idea. It never passed my mind, actually.
Sailor Juliet: MY IDEA!
Lady Silver Dragon: Down girl!
Sailor Juliet: Hey!
Lady Silver D: Read the next chapter when it's out!
All: Buh-bye!
Sailor Juliet: Review ideas! You never know, I may use em.
Shimmersea: SHE'S OUT OF IDEAS!!! HELP HER!!!!!
LSD: Bye, again.
; )
By: Sailor Juliet, Shimmersea, and Lady Silver Dragon
I own none of this stuff. Zippo. Not a thing. I may own some of the characters, but that is all. I don't own a thing other wise. (Otherwise, I don't own Harry Potter)
Chapter 1: The Name
It happened to be month of June. In fact, the date was June 3, 1992. There was a huge storm going on outside the hospital; thunder crashed and the rain poured down in sheets.
Hermione was having her baby.
"Everything will be fine, Hermy," Harry said, trying to relax his wife, who was in great pain at the time. And incidentally, she was quite annoyed at her husband.
"FINE?? You try pushing out a huge kicking baby, and then we'll talk!" Hermione shrieked into his ear.
"Just a couple more pushes, and he'll be out." The muggle doctor informed them. He too, wished this soon would be over; he had family at home waiting for him. Harry glared at the muggle; he didn't quite trust the doctor.
"Shut up," Hermione hissed, glaring at the doctor.
"Is it a boy?!" Harry asked sounding very excited.
"OOOOH!" Hermione screamed in pain as the baby came out.
"Wow. It's a girl," The doctor informed Hermione.
"A girl?" Harry said, a smidgen less enthusiastic.
"A little," Hermione sighed happily, "girl... Finally. This is all over." She then jerked and screeched again.
"Wait!" the doctor declared, "there's another one!"
"Another?" Hermione yelled, glaring at Harry venomously. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT HARRY POTTER!"
"Take it easy Hermy," Harry soothed.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione yelled, pushing the next, and hopefully the last, child out.
"This one is a boy," The doctor told the now very happy couple.
"I'm a daddy times two!" Harry yelled jubilantly.
***
Harry and Hermione hadn't decided on names. In fact, they never knew they were having twins. It came as a shock to Harry when suddenly, another child had come out. He didn't believe it, even though he witnessed it himself.
Well, they had to come up with some names. All Harry and Hermione knew was they wanted their names to start with "H".
"Well Hermione," Harry said, looking at his sweet little daughter that he held in his arms, "the only boy name I can think of is Harvey. Can you think of any other names for our little boy?"
"No, I can't," Hermione told Harry, as she pushed a fluff of hair off her son's face. "I was thinking all night and that was the only name I like. I was thinking for a while about Harry Potter Jr. . But I didn't like that too much. I thought it would be too confusing. Do you think I was right there or was it just me?"
"You know Hermione I think you're right on that point," Harry said, trying to keep her from getting upset. "Should we name him Harvey, Hermione? Because the only alternative is Harold." Hermione made a rather scrunched face and glared at her husband. "And I really like Harvey better!" Harry said quickly.
"Yeah, I think we should. It's the only name we both like." Hermione replied.
"Okay then! Hello, my very young Harvey!" Harry said to his son, as he smiled at him, in awe at the boy's small size.
"Well Harry what should we name this little one here?" Hermione asked her husband, while looking at her beautiful baby girl held in his lap.
"How about Hannah? I like that name a lot too." Harry said while trying to look his wife in the eyes, and then looking at his daughter.
"Hannah and Harvey sound good together. I like those names. Oh, Harry, let's name them Hannah and Harvey!" Hermione cried to her husband, as if he would say no just to disappoint her.
"Okay, okay!" Harry laughed at his wife's eagerness. "Hannah and Harvey it is then!"
***Not to long after at Ron Weasley's house***
Why was it taking so long? And the screams of his wife, Kathryn, were just awful. It wasn't this bad when Hermione had the twins. Ron thought, as Kathryn gave yet another scream. Ron didn't know that after that one scream his whole life would change.
The muggle doctor came out later, carrying a little itty-bitty bundle. This hadn't happen at Harry's, Ron thought. Why was this muggle carrying his child away from its mother?
"Here is your daughter, sir," the doctor told Ron.
"Please, call me Ron. Thank you for the good news. How is my wife, Kathryn?" Ron earnestly asked the doctor.
"I am... so very sorry Ron. But your wife never made it though the birth. She's gone." The doctor said, handing Ron his little girl.
How could this little thing take his wife away from him? Ron wasn't mad at his daughter. She was beautiful, with the signature red hair, just a tint softer, and her mommy's pale skin and blue eyes. He just couldn't believe that his wife could die. He just sat there crying, holding the small child.
***
"Good morning, little girl." Ron said to his daughter the next morning. "Well, it's too bad you can't talk yet. You know, I think I'll name you Maya. Your mum's middle name was Maya." He said very proudly, holding back tears.
The real reason he was naming his daughter this was because it was Kathryn's favorite name. And he wanted to keep his Kathryn in some way. But it was too painful to name her Kathryn. So he decided to name her Maya.
Ron rocked Maya in the chair that he and Kathryn had picked out, just for feeding her. That brought the tears back. They had bought it custom. Kathryn had come and sat in this and rocked every night, preparing for Maya.
"PICK ME UP! PICK ME UP! PICK ME UP!" Ron sighed; the phone was ringing.
"PICK ME UP! YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT! THEY'RE GONNA HANG UP!"
"Come along Maya," Ron said, blinking the tears away. "Let's go get the phone."
"PICK ME UP YOU IDIOT!!"
Ron obliged the phone.
"Hello, Weasley residence this is Ron speaking," he stated into the phone, carefully holding little Maya so she wouldn't fall down.
"Ron, that you?" came a familiar voice from the other line.
"Hi, Harry." Ron said, giving a slight smile. Just like Harry, to be calling the morning after.
"You okay? Hermione told me about. You know," said Harry. "When's the funeral?"
"It's not decided yet," Ron replied, restraining tears.
"Is the baby fine?"
"Yeah, Maya's doing just great," he said. "She looks. Exactly like her Mom."
"That's it. You're coming to stay at our house, Mr. Depressing." Harry declared. Ron rolled his eyes, and heard Hermione scream, 'WHAT?'
"I couldn't, I would be imposing. It would be wrong."
"No, Ron, you're coming." Hermione said, on another line.
"Now, get your things packed, and come down here. Or I'll put a limb-freeze on you, and take your little girl, and float you down the street, for all the muggles to see!"
"You wouldn't."
"I would!" Harry exclaimed.
"And if he doesn't, I WILL!" Hermione said, confirming it.
"Fine. I'll be there. Maybe tomorrow."
"See you then," Hermione squealed. (Our first company!!!(Ooooh!))
"Later." Harry said, the phone clicking.
"Later," Ron said, rolling his eyes.
***
Knocking on the door, Ron couldn't believe he was doing this. Looking down, and seeing Maya taking one of her many daily naps, he knew why.
"Come on in, Ron!" He heard Hermione yell. "It's not locked!"
Pushing it open, Ron stepped into the house. It was rather dingy looking, nothing at all like Hermione's neat-nick style.
"He's upstairs with Hannah," Hermione said, coming out of the kitchen with the boy in her baby bolster, her hair clipped up, hands still wet from the dishes.
Ron nodded, starting on the steps.
Harry was upstairs, and the little baby was on the floor.
"Hello, who's Annah?" Harry asked, smiling at the baby. The girl giggled, and Harry's glasses floated off his face.
"Hannah! Give Daddy his glasses back, he can't see!" Harry said, struggling to find the midair glasses.
Ron came, and picked them up out of the air, and gave them to Harry.
"Hello, Ron!" Harry said, smiling to him (Once he could see him, of course) "Is this Maya?" Harry took Maya. "She's beautiful," he said, bouncing Maya gently.
"How can Hannah do that?" asked Ron, looking at Hannah curiously.
"I dunno," Harry said, turning his attention (Or eyes, at least) to his daughter.
"Dunno?" Ron asked looking at him quizzically.
"Yup," Harry said, giving his signature grin.
"You haven't changed a wink," Ron laughed, shaking his head.
***** At the Malfoy house ***
"Petria, shut that kid up!" came the steady drawl from upstairs. The blonde woman in a sweeping dress came, and tapped the year old on the nose.
"Bad boy," she reprimanded. "Father needs to work, no loud games."
The little boy nodded. It was amazing, even though his vain, self-centered parents didn't want, or care, that their little boy had already learned many full sentences, and he knew what, "Quiet," "No," and "Bad," meant. He always did as told, and was a very good child.
It was only on rare occasions he made any type of noise.
"Well," his mother said haughtily, "Judas is coming today. Be nice to him, won't you?" and with that, she swept away, smiling dirtily at the butler.
"Judas?" Leo said to himself, thinking of the rather vicious three-year old son of Snape. "Mean," he told himself simply.
The dark haired boy was shown in, and he grinned at Leo, rudely.
"'Lo, Judas," Leo said, trying to start on good terms.
"Hi, you baby. Any new toys?" with that, Judas began stifling through Leo's clean, organized toy box.
Upstairs, Draco signed documents, and other various things. Petria swooped in, as she always did.
"Draco." she said, staring at a large portrait of a pretty woman, with brown eyes and a large, beautiful smile, "Why don't you have a portrait of me?"
"Because," he said simply, "I don't love you."
With a snort, Petria turned heel, and left.
Muttering to herself, she angrilly stomped away, making it to her own wing and slamming the large oak doors shut, Leo's empty eyes watching her.
Fin. *
***Author's Note***
Shimmersea: We all know why Ron's wife died. A.) A muggle did her birth. And B.) IT WAS CRITICAL TO THE PLOT!!!
Sailor Juliet: For starters, this fic was my idea!
Shimmersea: Juliet, we know.
Lady Silver D: Yup. This was AWL her idea.
Shimmersea: We helped!
Sailor Juliet: MY IDEA!!! (P)
Lady Silver D: You are SOOO Mean to Ronnie-kins.
Shimmersea: *Rolls eyes* You wrote it.
Sailor Juliet: And Hannah can move things without a wand!
Lady Silver D: I AM SOOOOOOOO MEAN TO RONNIE-KINS!!!! *Weep Weep*
Shimmersea: Oh, stuff it.
Sailor Juliet: PLEASEEEE Review.
LSD: Only if they feel like it.
Shimmersea: Review, or I'll. KISS YOU! (Pucker up)
Sailor Juliet: Oh, what a threat.
Shimmersea: It was all I could think of! P
Lady Silver D: Who's the picture in Draco's office? (???)
Shimmersea: I dunno. (Giggles insanely)
Sailor Juliet: Why in heavens did I tell you about MY idea.
Lady Silver D: Okay, now you're obsessing.
Shimmersea: We never would have thought of this being you're idea. It never passed my mind, actually.
Sailor Juliet: MY IDEA!
Lady Silver Dragon: Down girl!
Sailor Juliet: Hey!
Lady Silver D: Read the next chapter when it's out!
All: Buh-bye!
Sailor Juliet: Review ideas! You never know, I may use em.
Shimmersea: SHE'S OUT OF IDEAS!!! HELP HER!!!!!
LSD: Bye, again.
; )