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Ron goes back to his room with a lot on his mind.

He hopes he doesn't let it show because Hermione always has been and always will be inquisitive. The second she realizes something's off she won't be shy about asking him about it.

And he's always been a shite liar and she's always been persistent and both of those things are amplified given their current situation. He isn't even sure he could lie to her again if he tried.

"She's always just wanted you Ron."

Harry's word plays over and over with every step he climbs up to the attic.

Admittedly, Ron's been nothing short of emotional as of late and he knows Harry wouldn't play with his feelings or get his hopes up. Especially now.

When he faces his door he does his best to drop all the selfish thoughts he has about Hermione wanting him. About her admitting as much to him as the two of them live out the rest of their days not only as best friends, but as lovers.

Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath and wipes his sweaty palms on his jean clad legs.

Healer appointment. Focus on the healers appointment.

With that last thought, he turns the brass knob and pushes his creaking door open.

Thankfully, Hermione's awake and looks better than she did when he left. He was afraid she was going to be sick last time he saw her. The look of disgust and the palness across her features after repeating Bellatrix's words was an image pungent in his mind.

However, now she looks calmer. Her nose is in a book, the book he gifted her no less, as Narcissa sits behind her and gently strokes her hair which is now in a loose plait.

"Hey." He says softly.

She peers up from the text and offers a shaky smile. Though it seems forced, the look in her brown eyes lets him know she's grateful for his presence and that alone makes him feel like he can do anything.

Soon Harry appears from behind him, breaking whatever trance he and Hermione were locked into.

"Hello." The Chosen One says a bit stiffly, no doubt because of the fourth person in the room. "Did Ron tell you the plan?" He asks aloud.

The ginger inwardly groaned at his abruptness, "I was getting to that, thank you."

"What plan?" Narcissa asks as Hermione also perks up.

"Just that Harry will stay at The Burrow with Narcissa while you and I go to your appointment. This way he can keep Mum from poking around." Ron says casually, knowing the subject of her going to St. Mungo was a bit sensitive ever since she found out about her magic. Or rather, lack thereof.

"Very well." Narcissa says slipping out from behind Hermione and rising from the bed. "Do you mind if I use the loo before the lot of you leave? Two footsteps will be less suspicious when there are three of you up here." She says.

Weasley flicks his eyes to an annoyed looking Harry before he sighs aloud.

"Alright, I'll show you." He agrees half heartedly as he walks out of the room.

Once they leave Ron shuts the door softly before stepping further into the room and sitting at the edge of his bed, by her sock covered feet.

"Your hair looks pretty." He tells her.

At this, Hermione twinges pink as her uninjured nimble fingers softly caress the intricately woven hair.

He swallows, willing himself to ask what he needs to say, "Are you ready for the appointment?"

The blush immediately leaves her cheeks as her entire face turns a ghostly white.

"Mione." He says sadly, placing his hand gently on her uncasted calf and giving it a small squeeze.

Suddenly her nose scrunches as a small sniffle sounds.

"No, come on, please don't. It'll be alright I swear." She tips her head down, "Hey, you're still as much of a witch as you ever were."

Hermione's eyes remained trained on the orange quilt. Gently, Ron reaches out and tips her chin up with two fingers.

"How many witches or wizards, for that matter, can say that they've gotten all O's? Or how many underage wizards have apparated without a license, without so much as a lesson? Not even Dumbledore."

At this she lets out a watery chuckle. It sounds strangled, but it's something.

"There she is." He smiles as her eyes finally meet his. His face turns serious, as he goes on, "No witch or wizard can say they've endured the Cruciatus Curse as much as you and still be alive, to still be brilliant. And besides Harry, not many can say they even survived You-Know-Who." The voice grew quiet hoping his words wouldn't upset her, but help her realize how special she is.

A few tears leak out of her eyes but after a moment she bites her lip hard and slowly nods.

"Brightest Witch of Our Age." He whispers softly as he leans in close to her.

At the feeling of his breath tickling the loose strands of her hair she allows her eyes to flutter shut as she revels in him.

The smell of him, the feel of him.

The feeling of the boy- no man she's come to love.

It's strange really, when did her brave Gryffindor keeper, once a little boy whose biggest fear was spiders and greatest desire was to be locked alone in Honeydukes, become a man?

Somehow it just makes her realize she loves him even more than she thought possible.

That's why this appointment was so important.

It was the one thing giving her hope to one day talk again, so that she could talk so much he'd get tired of her. That she could work up the courage to share her experiences, but also tell him thank you.

Tell him "I love you'.

Sighing, so her breath mingles with his, she leans forward and presses her forehead gently against his. Letting him know she hears him, that she's grateful for his words.

In turn, he presses against her, shifting one hand to her hair to hold her more firmly, but still gently against him.

One of her shaking hands works its way to his cheeks as she speaks, "R-ready." She promises.

They wish they could stay in this moment forever.


Mr. Weasley had taken some time off of work to drive Hermione and Ron into London.

She felt terrible she drew him away from such important duties on her behalf, only growing her frustrations about not being able to travel more efficiently.

Of course Ron had sensed her guilt when his father mentioned as much. He was becoming rather inquisitive these days. So, he took Hermione's hand in the back seat and whispered to her that she was the most important thing right now to him and his family.

Though the comment made her blush like mad and didn't do a whole lot to ease the fact she felt like a burden, she just nodded.

It's not like she could say much anyway.

However, what it did make her think of was something else. A terrible thought, if you ask her.

The fact of the matter is, it shouldn't be Ron's father driving her to St. Mungo's, it should be hers.

And if they were alive right now, she's sure that would be the case. Her father behind the wheel and her Mum in the passenger seat. She was never one for driving through London traffic.

God she missed them.

She missed them so much that they seemed to be everywhere.

When they pass a fabric shop on the way in, she's reminded of how much her Mum loved to sew. Or when they were at a stop light and on the corner was a father buying his young daughter an ice cream cone, she's reminded of when her father would do the same with her at the park by her house.

Her house. She misses that too.

She misses the memories there. She misses what she used to know she was coming home to.

Her parents.

Now it was just full of things.

Full of things that she wanted. Things that represented her parents and things that they loved.

Things that would help her feel closer to them.

If she even deserves to feel that way. Wherever they are, they're probably ashamed to have her as a daughter.

She's a liar. She got them killed. They died because she was caught up in the magical world and now she can't even cast a bloody charm anymore.

None of this was worth it.

Hermione's doing her best not to cry. Knowing if she does, Ron will surely comfort her, something she doesn't deserve.

She doesn't deserve to be told her parents loved her and that they'd be proud of her and everything she's done. Because even if that were true, her parents shouldn't think that of her.

Not after all she's done.

Whether it's a good or bad thing, her thoughts come to a stand still, as does the car, as it pulls up to St. Mungo's.

Arthur turns in the drivers seat to look at the teens, "Alright, Ronnie you help Hermione out, I'll open the door." He instructs his son.

Complying, Ron unbuckles his seat belt and goes to the boot to take out her chair. At first he struggles to unfold it, but soon he gets it as he wheels it to her now open door, thanks to his Dad.

Bending down and into the back seat he looks at her, noting the far off look in her eyes, but choosing not to comment. He'd fear this would happen.

"I'll lift you alright? Only for a moment, just don't want you to get hurt." He tells her, knowing how much she must hate needing all this help, even though no part of him minds giving it to her.

She nods slowly, awaiting his embrace.

When it comes, she grips onto his jumper tightly during the transition before being placed down effortlessly on her new companion, which she loathed.

Hopefully this visit won't be a total bust and they'll give her crutches at the very least.

Ron grabbed the handles and began guiding her through the front doors as his father followed next to them. Once inside, Arthur stopped, turning to face the pair.

"Would it be alright if you guys headed up on your own? Kingsley told me earlier he'd be here to help work on an appeal for Hermione's apparating underage and unlicensed fine. He needs some of your records to prove it was a necessity and I've got to sign off on it." He told the pair.

Great, just another thing the Weasley's and now Mr. Shacklebolt had to worry about.

Hermione just nodded. If the poor man was missing work to take her, at the very least she'd let him get some done here.

"Very well. Good luck. Remember, third floor Ronnie. I'll come up when I'm done."

"Yeah, yeah." Ron said, shooing him off as he made his way to the lift.

When they finally reach the Spell Damage ward, Ron looks as if he may be ill. Hermione supposes he spent a lot of time in this waiting room, worrying himself sick.

She contemplates reaching out and grabbing his hand to let him know it was okay, that this time she was here with him.

Just as she's about to go through with it, she becomes distracted by two voices across from her.

A woman and a man. They look to be middle aged and the matching rings tell her what she needs to know. They're clearly married.

"Your Mum's signing some paperwork now, your Dad's with her as well." The man told her gently.

The shorter one, with glasses, nods, "I reckon we'll need to start the arrangements won't we?" She sniffles.

"Arrangements? What arrangements Delia?"

"The funeral for Gran. Mum will be a wreck, we should help…" The words fade as she stops listening.

Hermione's eyes grow wide at the words as she peers up at Ron, gently tugging on his sleeve.

He looks down at her, she looks so small, so fragile, yet so gorgeous.

"W-want th-at." She croaks with doe-like eyes.

Could this be it? Could this be the moment? She was just watching that couple snogging in the corner, after all.

"What do you want darling? Anything you need and I'll give it to you."

And he means it.

Weakly she points to where the two of them stood, now embracing, rather than engaged in a lip lock.

A hug? Does she want a hug?

Merlin, just ask! Don't eff this up.

"I'm not sure I understand." He tells her softly, definitely not the first time he's said that to her.

"A-a," he can tell she's getting emotional as his stomach pulls in anticipation, "fu-funeral." She whispers brokenly.

And shite, he wants to punch himself in the face for being such a prat and getting his hopes up in a hospital of all places, while she's grieving on top of that all!

"For your parents?" He asks knowingly.

She nods slowly, moving one hand to wipe at her eyes.

It breaks his heart.

"Alright, we can do that." He promises her, reaching out to squeeze her hand. He would do anything she asked. "I'll talk to Mum about it when we get back. We'll prepare it just how you want. Something to honor your parents… and your grandmother."

Okay, now he really wishes he punched himself in the face! That really was not at all how he intended to break that news to her, but it just sort of came out. The couple in the corner was whispering about their own grandmother and he just- ugh! He hates himself.

Her bottom lip quivers before the floodgates open.

Instantly, he crushes her best he can to his chest, quieting her cries with the front of his jumper.

"Sh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it- I-" He inhales a shaky breath, "I have the letter at home that your parents sent. They said it was peaceful, that she thought of you and that she's with your grandfather now."

At his words her glassy eyes grow wide again. The words offer a little comfort to her. To have something from her parents and something about her grandmother waiting for her.

Something she knows she can have.

"I'll give it to you first thing when we get back to The Burrow." He swears, unashamedly pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

Thankfully, he feels her nod into him, taking it as a good sign that she's still receptive to his words.

"Hampstead." It takes her a while to say as her voice shakes over every syllable.

"You wanna have it in Hampstead?" He tries.

She shakes her head.

"G-go." She feels stupid, honestly. Babies can form fuller sentences then she can but she really is lacking the energy to have at it right now.

"You wanna see your house?" He whispers slowly into her ear.

Thank god Ron knows her as well as he does.

She nods.

Without a thought, he pulls her closer and responds. "Of course. I'll talk to Dad about it. I'll talk to my parents about everything you want, it's the least I can do. And if they say no Mione, I promise I'll bring you there myself darling."

He supposes it really is a conversation he and his parents need to have, not only for travel purposes but also for Hermione's own sake. Arthur saw her house after the attack, he needs to make sure nothing there will set her off in any way. And if there is something, he wants it gone.

Because Hermione wants to see her house and if he can give her anything, he was sure as hell going to.

And maybe because she's exhausted both physically, from traveling, and emotionally from all she's just found out, but she can't bring herself to verbally thank Ron.

Instead she snakes one hand to rest on his cheek and gently places her lips there.

Her lips on his skin makes him feel warm and tingly inside. He's briefly taken back to the first time she's done this, before his fifth year quidditch match.

He remembers a time not too long ago where he thought that would be the closest he ever got to kissing Hermione.

Having her here like this again, he knows to never take advantage of that again.

Of her.

When she pulls back a pretty blush is on her cheeks, as he feels his own face burn red.

He offers her a grin, one that Hermione could only describe as purely Ron.

She has no choice but to offer a small, real, genuine smile in return.

"Hermione Granger!" A shrill voice calls out, ruining the moment.

He sighs, but stands up, maneuvering her chair to the mediwitch.

"Hello." He tells the woman.

"You're Hermione Granger?" She asks, not looking up from the clipboard, not bothering with a hello.

"Well no, she is." He says, as if the wheelchair wasn't a dead giveaway. Oh yeah and the fact he was a bloke.

"Will you be coming in with her?" She asks next, scrubbing something onto the parchment with her quill.

"Uh…"

"Well?" The woman finally looks at the pair, glasses pushed down to her nose as she taps her nails against the board impatiently.

Hermione nods for Ron, making him breathe a sigh in relief, he didn't want to assume anything, but he hoped.

"Very well. This way please." The witch says next as she walks along the corridor.

Soon enough the witch leads them to a room, which much to both Ron and Hermione's relife, looks nothing like the one she was staying in for so long.

It's more of a standard exam room. A high up table with a thin sheet pulled over it, a chair next to it, as well as a scale in the corner. It reminded Hermione a lot of her Muggle physician's office.

Hermione sat idly in the chair, not even bothering with mounting the high table, waiting for the mediwitch to check her vitals, or something. After all, this was her first healing appointment.

Instead, the woman places the clipboard down and turns to them. "Healer Jamison just finished with another patient. He'll be in soon." With that, she leaves.

In her wake, Hermione can't help but find the fact she didn't examine her at all very odd. It soon dawns on her that if the unhealed bruises and cuts aren't enough of a reminder, that her body can't handle magic.

Before Ron can even speak to her, ask how she is, things like that, a knock sounds on the door.

After a moment, the door is pushed open. Hermione doesn't remember him all that well, but she knows it's Healer Jamison. He's a plump, older man, with a scruffy white beard and thin white hair to match.

"Hello Miss Granger." He says before turning to Ron, "Mr. Weasley." he nods.

"Hello sir." Ron says, knowing Hermione probably felt rude for being unable to properly greet the man.

"Before we begin with anything else, I have to ask, have you been able to speak?"

Hermione gulps and shakes her head, almost in embarrassment.

"That's alright." The healer assures, "I'm just going to take a look at your throat. Better for us to be safe."

In acknowledgment, Hermione nods, knowing what this entails. However, instead of pulling out a flashlight, the man lights a lumos on the tip of his wand.

"Open." He tells her.

The brunette does as she's asked, sticking her tongue out as far as it can go so he can get a good look. After a moment, he seems satisfied, because he pulls his wand away and she closes her mouth.

"There's a bit of phlegm building up in there. Have you been having trouble breathing?" He asks her.

She shakes her head.

"Alright, if you notice, please come in immediately. Also, keep an eye out if you begin coughing every now and again, but there's nothing to worry about right now."

Yeah, except for the fact I can't even string along a sentence.

Next, Jamison checked her cuts and bruises. He redressed a few wounds and put new bandages on the nastier ones. After, he asked her about her leg and arm, both in casts, asking her to hold up a number from one to five on how bad the pains were.

Ron's chest tightens when she holds up a five.

"Now, for the next part of the exam, I'm afraid this is going to be a bit of a risk."

"Risk?" Ron asks as Hermione goes stiff.

"Yes. I need to perform a scan to check on the remnants of dark magic in her system." He says to Ron before directing his attention back to Hermione. "Our hope is that some of your cells killed it off, but we can't be sure. The scan doesn't require a lot of magic on my end, therefore a lot won't be put into your body Miss Granger, but there is a possibility it could do a lot of damage. Do you consent to a scan?"

Ron turns to look at her, hoping she'll refuse.

Of course she doesn't.

"Y-yes." She chokes out.

Jamison seems pleased with her words and the fact she spoke aloud.

"Very well. Give me a moment to page Healer Evangeline. We'll need another professional in the room just in case." With that, he exited.

"Mione." Ron moaned painfully, not even being able to fathom the thought of her hurt or worse again.

She looks at him and frowns.

She had to say yes. He knows that. He knows how much her magic means to her, he just wishes things were different.

"I know. I know, I just- I don't wanna see you hurt love, not again." Never again.

Hermione reaches over and squeezes his hand. Trying to let him know she'll be okay. Deep down he knows she will be too, she's too strong to let a medical scan best her.

At least he hopes.

Not even a moment later another knock sounds as Jamison walks in with a younger looking woman with dark brown hair and glasses perched at the end of her nose. She looks vaguely familiar.

"Hello Miss Granger. I'm Healer Evangeline, we worked a bit together but you were pretty out of it." She tells the girl.

Hermione likes her, she seems sweet.

"Hello Ron." She adds after the fact.

Ron waves weakly, too stressed about what could happen to form coherent words.

"Now, we've discussed the risks, but one thing I can assure you is that you're going to feel very tired after, alright?" Jamison informs, making Hermione nod weakly. "Mr. Weasley, would you mind laying Miss Granger down on the table?"

Ron complies, gently lifting her onto the scratchy sheet. Once he sets her down, he grabs her hand, and she accepts by weaving their fingers together and trying to offer a smile.

He sees it falter, he knows she's as scared as he is.

"Alright, are you ready for me to begin?" The older man asks.

Reluctantly Hermione nods, as her grip on Ron's hand tightens.

The edge of Jamison's wand lights a tealish color as the light stretches forward and works its way up Hermione's body.

Upon the impact she jumps slightly as her eyes shut tightly and her face contorted in pain.

"Stop!" Ron roared.

Evangeline placed a hand on his shoulder, "it's almost done. She'll be fine. She's strong." The woman reminds him.

Trying to ground himself, Ron focuses on the feel of her hand as he begins whispering to her quietly, "Come on Mione. You're okay, love. You got this."

It's eerily similar to when he'd talk to her whilst she was unctuous, when he was unsure she would ever wake again.

The thought makes him sick.

Thankfully, the light soon goes back into Jamison's wand as the room fades back to normal and Hermione's body visibly relaxes.

"Very good." He praises.

Meanwhile, Ron wipes some sweat from her forehead, placing a light kiss in his hands wake. "You're brilliant." He whispers.

Tiredly, she looks up at him.

"I'm going to go read the results." Jamison interrupts. "It'll just take me a few minutes. In the meantime Healer Evangeline has some of her own examinations to perform on Miss Granger, yes?"

The woman nods, "Yes. Ron, would you mind giving us some privacy?"

While he didn't love the idea of leaving her alone he understood some things he shouldn't see. Like if she was checking any cuts on her chest or ribs, knowing she had broken a few. Or maybe in more personal spots.

Though she surely didn't have an injury down there. Right? Wait, what even was Healer Evangeline's title anyway?

"Right yeah. I'll be right outside." He tells Hermione more than anyone else, as he follows Jamison out of the room.

In the waiting room, he can't help but let his curiosity get the best of him as he walks over to the information desk.

"Excuse me." He says to the little wizard behind it.

"How can I help you sir?" He asks politely, large improvement from the mediwitch.

"Hi, I was wondering what Healer Evangeline specialized in?" He gulped, wow he sounded like a right tosser.

"Evangeline is our leading gynecologist here at St. Mungo's!" He praised.

Ron went pale.

"Is your girl pregnant? She's the best with stuff like that."

"Uh- uh." He stutters unsure what to say.

"I won't tell, don't worry. Good luck kid." The man smiles before returning to his paperwork.

Slowly, Ron sauntered back over to the door. He pressed his back against the wall next to it and hunched over. He placed his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths.

He wasn't daft, he knew what women's healers did.

It was just standard, wasn't it? Relax Ron. Nothings wrong. You're overthinking. Death Eaters aren't that bad right?

Part of him knows he's kidding himself.

Images and thoughts flash in his brain that make him think of nothing but pure murder. His fists clench at his sides as his jaw tightens.

Deep breaths Ron. Deep breaths. Just ask Mum when you go home if it's routine. Don't freak out. Not here. Don't do that to Hermione.

Over and over Ron told himself it was procedure until Jamison returned.

"Alright my boy?" He asked, noticing his heaving.

Taking a shaking breath Ron nodded.

Jamison furrows his brow but doesn't say anything more. Instead, he knocks on the door and after hearing a 'come in' from Evangeline, the pair enter.

Upon seeing Hermione again Ron eases a bit knowing she's okay. That she's here. That whatever they did to her they will never be able to do again.

With a flick of his wand a large image is projected of what seems to be a white outline covered in black blobs.

"Here's your scan."

Ron tenses, now focused on an entirely new problem.

That's a lot of dark magic.

"Not much has changed, just the magic moving throughout your body. There has been slight improvement and it's good news that you were able to withstand the scan today. The hope now is that as your external cuts heal, your body will then be able to exert its energy on internal matters. So while it isn't the best news, it's not bad either. Keep taking it easy. It is crucial that you heal in order to do magic again, alright?"

The news upsets Hermione. Like Jamison said, it's not terrible, but it's not great. She wants to cry at the imprint Bellatrix left on her.

At the fact that she's essentially made her into the thing she always taunted heart as being, magicless.

But right now, she's too exhausted to even think properly, her body so spent from undergoing magic.

"I can tell you're exhausted. If any questions come up please floo me." Jamison comments, signaling Ron to move her to the chair.

She's so limp in his arms, clearly fighting off sleep. Once he places her down he squats and brushes some of her hair back. "Rest now, love. It'll be okay." He promises.

Weakly she nods as her eyes flutter shut as her head luls to the side.

"Thank you both so much, but I reckon we should get going. I know my Mum will want to floo you Jamison so you'll hear from us soon. I know this one will have a lot of questions as well." he says weakly.

"Of course son, let me get the door for you."

With another exchange of thank you's, Ron leaves. He finds his Dad in the lobby as they walk together to the car. On the way he fills him in best he can, biting his tongue about the questions he has about Healer Evangeline. The good news is, his father says the fine for Hermione apparating without a license should be dropped within the week.

Other than that they don't speak.

Ron just enjoys Hermione's sleeping form across his lap as he strokes her hair. Letting the feeling be a reminder that she's here with him.

The whole way home his thoughts are plagued by the things Hermione probably underwent in that place. Unforgivables. Starvation. Physical torment. Torture. Maybe even worse things.

It makes him sick.

He supposes the thought of not knowing almost makes it worse, like he has no choice but to theorize the worse. This is certainly something he and Narcissa will need to discuss.

Then he thinks of her wish to have a funeral.

The promise he made her of going to visit Hampstead.

He knows he should do it before Hermione wakes up, hoping it'll take one thing off her plate. Like Jamison said, she needs to rest. To heal.

Soon enough he sees the crooked shape of The Burrow come into view as his father pulls up onto the grass.

Ron opts for carrying her into the house, not bothering with the chair. It worries him a bit that she doesn't even stir.

"Go put her upstairs, then come down. I'm sure your Mum will want to know about the appointment." Arthur says, clapping him on the shoulder.

Ron nods and takes the steps two at a time.

He lays Hermione in his bed gently, tucking the quilt around her.

"I'll be back soon, darling." He promises before going back down the steps.

When he arrives back in the living room he finds his parents talking in hushed whispers and his Mum, for whatever reason, looks right pissed. She has her arms crossed against her chest and a scowl on her face.

"Mum, Dad I need to talk to you about something." He says gently, hoping that her anger wasn't directed at him.

"Conveniently, I need to discuss something with you as well. Shall we go to the kitchen." She's not asking as she's already pushing her way there.

Ron isn't sure why she's so angry. He was surprised and almost a little embarrassed that she didn't even ask about Hermione's appointment. Nevertheless, he follows, trying to recall whatever the hell he did to piss her off.

Just last night she was praising him, telling him how proud she was of him.

His eyes bulge at the sight he's met by, as do his fathers.

"You wanted to talk to Ronald? Let's talk." She bites out.

Ron's eyes flick over to where Harry is standing, looking uncomfortable and apologetic.

He mouths a quick 'sorry' to his best mate. Ron ignores it, eyes too focused on the fact that standing next to Harry is Ginny and next to Ginny, is Narcissa Malfoy.


Yikes! Molly is not happy and what's Ginny doing here?

I really hope you guys enjoyed.

Next time Narcissa will finally share more about what happened in Malfoy Manor. Here's a preview!:

"Oh and Hermione and Narcissa Malfoy are just best friends, are they?"

"Actually, they kind of are." Surprisingly, it's Harry who defends her.

Molly and Ginny scowl. Whilst Ron and Arthur's eye's bulge- for different reasons.

Narcissa's eyes widened. "I reckon I have some explaining to do about what happened there." Cissy says.

See you next time! Keep reviewing please!

This is the moment they've all been waiting for, no one more so than Ron.