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Chapter 13: 3rd of October, 2004

Present

Hermione woke up and found herself lying in her cell once again. She looked out of the window and realized that it was day time. She had probably passed out for a day, or maybe two. Hermione rolled over and stared at the wall miserably. She had not seen her baby since she and Harry left him in the orphanage and she wondered how he was now.

"Mrs Weasley, are you awake?" asked a wardress from the outside.

"Yes," said Hermione quietly.

"Good, now get up, you and Mr Potter are going back to court," said the wardress coldly, opening the cell.

Hermione got up and the wardress went in to drag her out. At the same time, a warden went to get Harry. Once Hermione spotted Harry, she tried to rush to him but she was stopped by her wardress.

"Mr Potter and Mrs Weasley, your charges have now increased from two to three, which are adultery, murder and parenting an illegitimate child," said the Minister at the court.

"Is having a child a crime as well?" asked Harry angrily.

"In our court, having an illegitimate child is," said the Minister coldly.

Harry scowled.

"Mrs Weasley, I would like to ask you a few questions."

Hermione nodded slowly in fear.

"Now, do you love Mr Ron Weasley?"

"Before everything happened, yes," said Hermione.

"If you hated your husband so much, why didn't you just divorce him?"

"He was possessive. He refused to let me go as he claimed that he had the right to keep me, since I was married to him."

"So that's why you decided to have a scandalous affair with Mr Potter, is that right?"

Hermione didn't know what to say.

"That will be all. Now, Mr Potter, you are brought into this court because you killed Mr Ronald Weasley…"

"It was an accident," said Harry.

"Oh really?" The Minister didn't sound convinced.

Harry opened his mouth to speak when the Minister interrupted. "I put it to you that you wanted Mrs Hermione Weasley so much that you decided to kill her husband in order to get her."

"No, you're mistaken!" said Harry loudly. "I just wanted to confront Ron and asked him why he just wouldn't let Hermione go, I didn't mean to kill him!"

"Did Mrs Hermione Weasley know that you were going to confront her husband?"

"No," said Harry immediately.

"Fine, could you tell us what exactly happened the night of 3rd of October?"

Harry started talking and Hermione replayed the past in her head, which was the night before Ron was killed…

2nd of October, 2004

One night, Hermione went back to the Burrow late from Flourish and Blotts. Hermione knew that the Weasleys had gone to visit Bill and Fleur, so she just went upstairs.

Once she reached her bedroom, the door flung open and Ron was standing at the door, glaring at her.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked.

"I told you, I have work to do," said Hermione coldly. She walked past Ron and to her dressing table.

As she removed her hairclip, Ron said, "You were with Potter, were you?"

"No," lied Hermione. In fact, she had a date Harry that afternoon, which was a lovely one. Both of them just sat together in Diagon Alley, eating ice creams.

"Liar," muttered Ron.

Hermione looked at Ron's reflection in the mirror and scowled. "Well, darling," she said, her voice rich with sarcasm. "I won't be meeting Harry tomorrow and the rest of the family won't be back until tomorrow morning, so you are able to have me for the rest of the bloody night."

Silence.

"YOU ARE MAKING MY LIFE HELL!" yelled Ron suddenly.

Hermione slammed her hairclip down on the dressing table and stood up. "If you agreed to a divorce, I would have gone a long time ago! Then you can live here in peace!" she screamed.

"I will not agree to a divorce! I have my rights to keep you, you know!"

"Then forget about those darn rights and let me go!"

"You belong to me, I will never let you go!" said Ron and stormed out of the bedroom.

Hermione grabbed her hairclip and threw it after Ron. It hit the doorframe. Hermione sat down on her chair and buried her face in her hands.

The next morning, the whole family came home and they had breakfast.

"Mum, I would like to take Hermione out tonight," said Ron.

"Oh really? To where?" asked Mrs Weasley.

Hermione looked at Ron in surprise.

"To a Shakespeare play. It's called Romeo and Juliet," said Ron and smiled slightly at Hermione. "I think Hermione would like it."

"That's nice of you, Ron. You should do it more often," said Mr Weasley in approval.

Hermione stared at Ron, wondering if Ron decided to take her to the play to compensate for what he did last night.

"What?" asked Harry during his and Hermione's usual lunch date.

"Ron is taking me to a play tonight," said Hermione again.

"Why?"

"No idea," said Hermione and smiled slightly. "But that's nice of him, I haven't seen a Shakespeare play for a long time."

"You didn't mention that to me, or I would have taken you to see one," said Harry, who sounded rather jealous.

"Sorry," muttered Hermione.

"So how's Ron Weasley lately? How's the discussion of, you know?" said Harry, changing the topic.

"He still won't let me go," said Hermione miserably.

Silence.

Suddenly, Harry slammed his fork on the table and got up.

"Harry, what…" asked Hermione in shock.

Harry glared at Hermione, who was scared by his expression.

"Ron is one stubborn bastard," he growled. "I will talk to him, you'll see…"

And Harry left, leaving his lunch unfinished. Hermione remained in her seat, wondering what Harry meant.

Hermione enjoyed the play. She paid attention to the whole play and Ron, to her surprise, managed to stay awake throughout the play.

Holding on to Ron's arm, the couple strolled back home.

"So how was the play?" asked Ron.

"It was great," said Hermione, smiling slightly.

"Glad to hear that," said Ron, scratching his ear. "It's, err, it's my way to, um, apologize for what I have done lately."

"So you agree to a divorce then?" said Hermione before she could stop herself.

Ron stopped walking and stared at Hermione. "What? I thought we're happy again," said Ron quietly.

Hermione looked back at him in pity and said calmly, "No, Ron. One simple play can't mend our broken relationship."

Ron looked gloomy. "Fine, I do have my rights after all. I will work hard to mend it."

"Harry is right, you ARE one stubborn bastard."

"So that's what Potter said, huh? Look who's talking, he's the one who steals his ex-best friend's wife!"

"If you just say yes to a divorce, it won't be considered as stealing then," said a voice.

Ron and Hermione turned and spotted Harry, standing in the shadows.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ron in disgust.

"I want to reason with you." said Harry calmly.

"There's no need for reasoning. I won't let her go," said Ron.

"You are a foul git, you know that?" snapped Harry.

"Guys, stop it," said Hermione.

None of the guys listened. "You think so? Well, take this from a foul git!" said Ron and he took out his wand.

Harry took his out as well. "So you want a dual, then?"

"Guys!" cried Hermione.

"Crucio!" yelled Ron and Harry ducked. The spell hit a tree.

Ron roared and rushed to Harry, pushing him onto the ground.

"Stop it, stop it, you two!" screamed Hermione.

"If I had a muggle gun, I would shoot you!" said Ron.

"Get off, you…" started Harry and then he coughed, as if he was choking.

Hermione rushed to Ron to get him off Harry. Ron pushed Hermione away and she tripped.

As Hermione tried to get up, she heard a grunt and a yell of anger.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" she heard someone yelling.

"No!" she screamed, thinking that it was Harry who was hit by the curse.

Suddenly, the sounds of a wand dropping and running footsteps were heard. Hermione got up and saw someone running off. She couldn't see who the person was but she decided not to follow him.

Turning to the figure lying on the ground, Hermione took out her own wand and said, "Lumos."

Her wand lit up and it shone upon the face of her dead husband, who looked back at her with his lifeless eyes. Hermione dropped her wand in fear and screamed.