Here it goes!

Disclaimer: I own Joan and the Weasley grandkids! That's IT! Oh and my AWSOME essay that my English teacher gave me a B on I hate her! PS I'm really sorry this has taken me so long! With homework and my friends (not to mention I think I'm getting sick again) I just haven't had the time! It's x-mas break now so don't worry: I'll try to update twice TRY!

The halls of Saint Mungo's were sparkling clean and white. People were bustling around trying to find or give help.

Hermione and Ron looked around the bustling entry way; Hermione was clinging to Joan and Ron tried to gain someone's attention.

"Excuse me," He tried, directing it towards an elderly Medi-witch. "Please, help. My daughter, she needs help. Please," he was getting frantic and Hermione was close to tears.

"Please," he grabbed at a younger witches arm and she stopped giving him a peculiar look.

"Sir, you need to restrain from any physical contact," she said.

"Please," Ron begged. "My daughter," he gestured toward Joan.

The witch came closer and gave Joan a once over. "This way," was all she said.

They followed, wondering what was to become of this unwanted visit.

Ron was pacing; the 'nurse' had said only one adult was need in the room. Ron had insisted on Hermione going and she didn't object.

Oh my gosh, is Joan alright? What's going on? Where's 'Mione? He couldn't stop questioning himself. Had he done something wrong? OH! If he had let Hermione go to check on the kids this may never had happened. It was his fault! How can he live with himself? He's not a good parent!

All these thoughts were buzzing 'round and 'round his head. He didn't notice the Medi-witch till she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sir," she said, looking at him with… was it pity, grief? What happened?

Ron was on his feet so fast the chair fell over.

"Is she alright?" he questioned. "What's wrong?"

"Sir, your wife will tell you everything. You can go in now, another Healer will be in soon to give a full diagnosis," she informed him.

Ron briskly walked over to the doors that led to Joan's room and pushed them open.

Hermione was in his arms before he was fully through the door. She was openly weeping, what happened?

"Hermione? 'Mione, what's wrong?"

"She h-has the Consenesco Syndrome. Ron, what's going to happen?"

Everyone in the wizarding world knew about the 3 strength seeping 'illnesses'. There was the Exsurgo Syndrome which seeped strength but it was eventually regained, the Firmitas Syndrome which took the minds strength; you would live but most likely lose your memory or go mad and the Consenesco Syndrome where almost all magical strength was taken, if the wizard or witch lived they may have lost all magical power.

Hermione was still weeping, but Ron got her emotions under control and they both walked over to Joan's bed and Ron looked at that loveable face; it was scarily pale and she was taking in shallow breaths. He pushed a lock of bushy red hair behind his daughter's ear as it fell over her face.

Who did this to his daughter? The Consenesco Syndrome was the only one that could take place only when someone administered it on the victim. It could be fought without ever laying eyes on the ill wisher but it was very hard to do so.

"M-maybe it's not," Ron tried to reason. "The Healer told me someone else was gonna come in to give a full diagnosis. Maybe it's just a hunch," he was hoping, but they both knew this wasn't true.

"Excuse me?" someone, by the looks of it, the promised Healer, had come in. "My name is Healer Lucas, Luke for short."

Hermione was shaking uncontrollably so it was left to Ron to be polite; he shook the man's outstretched hand and turned back to his daughter.

The man looked to be older; around Mr. Weasley age and had graying hair and a pointed face; though it was kind.

"I'm terribly sorry for this. I'm sure you both know the diagnosis?" Ron nodded; Hermione didn't seem to be aware of the new appearance in the room.

"Why don't you take her to get some tea," Luke suggested. "I'll give this cute little lady a once over, see if there is anything we can do for now, and by the time you two get back I'll probably be gone for the night. I just want to check her over. Will you both be staying tonight?" he gave all this information so fast Ron nearly missed the question.

"Ye-yeah were both gonna stay," Ron was still dumbfounded from all the news being thrown at him.

"Well, why don't you go get that tea," he suggested again.

Ron nodded and led Hermione out of the room. They walked in silence toward the Tea Room.

When they got there a 'Welcome Witch' got the tea for them and with muttered thanks the two sat in silence.

"Ron," Hermione looked up at her one time lover and still love of her life. "Will she be ok? Will my baby be alright?"

"I don't 'Mione," Ron admitted feeling really vulnerable. "I just don't know."

Ok I was going to end it here but if I was the one reading this I would kill the author aka me.

When they re-entered the room, the healer was, as promised, gone. Hermione sat on the edge of the bed and Ron draped a blanket, found at the end of the bed, on her shoulders.

She was weeping again though silently. Ron felt so helpless; two of the four women that he loved above all were sitting here in immense pain. (keep this line in mind)

Ron fell asleep watching Hermione look at Joan with pain and love in her tear filled eyes. Would she ever really heal from this?

Ron and Hermione had been at Mungo's for 4 days now; only going home to shower and get clean clothing if another Weasley was there and never leaving for longer than 2 hours.

Joan had yet to awake and Healer Lucas was doing the best he could always asking Ron and Hermione to leave the room when he was administering his care. Because, he had explained when they questioned him about this, he didn't want Hermione to go deep into depression watching him work, as what he was doing was quite unmoving. He also wanted Ron to stay with her to make sure she is alright, not wanting the grieving woman to be alone.

Ron was quite, not talking too much and never talking over a whisper. Hermione was slowly slipping into depression; she cried continuously and seemed to be blaming herself for all of this.

It was a very sad sight to see and all the Weasley's had to watch this unfold. The two teenagers they had all watched grow up or had grown up with or who had watched them grow up, who used to be so happy and (slightly) carefree were now as far away the family as humanly possible.

Lucas was doing his best, but Joan was slipping farther and farther away.

One day, about a week and a half after the incident Mrs. Weasley had forced her son and 'adopted' daughter to go to the Burrow and take a rest. Ginny was with her and both sitting outside the room waiting for Healer Luke to brief them.

He came out, not really noticing Mrs. Weasley or Ginny, with a gleam in his eyes. Not the I've-got-really-good-news-that-will-help-everyone kind of glint but the I've-just-succeeded-in-doing-something-that-will-only-benefit-me kind of gleam.

He walked away still not noticing the very curious and worried bystanders.

"Should we?" Ginny asked her mother.

"Oh, yeah," Mrs. Weasley replied.

Both got up and followed the healer down the hallway, knowing Joan would be fine as no one was allowed in, because of the circumstances, except the people Ron and Hermione agreed to let in.

They walked slyly down the hall following at a safe distance.

Soon they were walking into a secluded area of the 'hospital', Healer Lucas had gone into a private cubical area where neither Ginny nor Molly could see him but they could hear him perfectly.

"Oh don't worry. The girl won't live much longer, I have nearly all her power, then we will be almighty and Potter will be a mere bug to crush," it seemed he was talking to a small, clear orb in his palm; a more advanced tool for communicating. "Just a day or two more and that whole brown nosing clan will be a problem of the past."

Ginny and Mrs. Weasley quietly walked away.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked her mother.

"I don't know all I do know is that he is the one who cursed Joan and if we don't stop him he'll do more than kill her," Mrs. Weasley looked grave. They both walked at a quick pace to the front desk to find a bit more about this Healer Lucas fellow.

Who is Healer Lucas? HEHEHEHE I know! Well I told you earlier to remember a certain line, if you need to look back and find it, now who are the other 2 women dearly important in Ron's life? For every wrong one I'll postpone the next update. I swear I will BUT for every right one I will try to update a day sooner!

Good luck, goodie2shoes19