Disclaimer: Not now or ever shall Harry Potter be mine.
Ron paced up and down the hallway, wearing away the plush gray carpet with every step, thinking "she left me" over and over again in his mind. There was no reason he should feel bad about what he said. Then conscious yelled. "You were an insensitive jerk! You should feel bad!"
"But she left me!" he yelled.
"She's been through so much and you go and yell at her. She reveals her horrible past to you, and you yell at her! Is that any way to treat her?" his conscious asked.
"It looks bad when you say like that." he replied. "But I did take Destiny like she asked me too."
"Yeah, but you yelled at her for leaving you and not telling you all that stuff before and you knew why she left you it and it was-"
"Stop!" Ron yelled out loud, putting his hands on either side of his head. Listening to people arguing in his head was not very pleasant.
"Stop what?" Destiny asked, coming out of the guest bedroom, clutching a piece of paper in her hand.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Ron quickly replied. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the piece of paper she was holding.
"For you." She giggled, shoving the paper into his hand.
"Hmm." Ron said. He looked at the paper and read it. "Destiny, where did you get this?" he asked anxiously.
Destiny put her hands in the air. "Mummy's drawer." She explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Are there more?" she nodded. "Ok, Destiny I'm taking you to the Burrow, ok?" Ron asked.
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Hermione was a mess under her blue duvet and thick array of blankets. Her paisley orange pajama shirt had ridden up and was now resting on ribs. Her hair was a jungle of curls and tangles and was piled on the top of her head. Her mouth was open and she had a driblet of spit rolling down her face (A/N: Eww, but she has to look horrible for the effect I'm aiming at). Had she awaken that moment and looked up form under her duvet, she would have found a smug blonde haired man staring at her with a wand in his raised hand. Hermione did awake, however, the next moment as searing pain shot through her body. She gasped and sat up, clutching her sides.
"Not so pretty now, are you mudblood?" Malfoy sneered as he watched her wither in pain on her blue duvet covered bed. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle a scream she was dying to let out. She couldn't scream; it was a muggle apartment building and no way could she let her neighbors hear her cries of agony. "You don't really think I'd let you live after you killed my father."
"It was an accident." She managed to say. The room began to swim dangerously before her eyes and the corners were blacking out. Malfoy smirked at her, and that was the last thing she saw before she totally blacked out.
"Hermione, we seriously need to talk about these- Oh my God!" Ron exclaimed entering the room. He had come to her apartment only to talk about these threatening notes she had been getting, not save her from Malfoy. He saw Hermione's unconscious figure on her bed and a Malfoy hand clutched around his wand. "Expilliarmous!" He yelled at Malfoy. He looked up in surprise at Ron, before being thrown against the wall. Then Ron turned his attention to Hermione.Her body was sickly pale and when Ron grabbed her hand, it was cold. Quickly, he picked her up and apparated to Saint Mungos.
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"Second time in less than twenty four hours, must be a new record." The blonde Medi-witch, the same one who had taken care of Jeffery, said, trying to lighten the mood. She had just walked out from behind the door they had taken Hermione into, to find Ron pacing in the hallway.
"I don't care. Just tell me if she's all right." He snarled.
"Ok." She replied hastily, "Ms. Granger is, er, breathing and seems to be making progress."
"Seems to be making progress?" Ron asked his voice and anger rising.
"There are some… difficulties." The Mediwitch explained, wanting to keep Ron clam.
"Difficulties? What difficulties?" he barked.
"I don't really think I should tell you, just let me get the head-" "Just tell me what the hell is wrong with her!" He yelled, towering over her, almost in a threatening way.
Cowering with fear, she replied in a shaky voice, "Just follow me sir." She turned around curtly, her blonde hair whipping in Ron's face. She walked back into the room she had recently exited. Ron followed her and found Hermione in the same exact state as before.
"Wha-what's wrong with her?" He asked.
"We've never seen the curse Mr. Malfoy used so naturally we don't know how to cure it. We got her breathing again, but currently we don't know how to get her conscious. But we're researching a cure right now."
"What if she doesn't wake up?"
"Then she dies." She explained. Ron sunk down into the nearest chair and put his head in his hands. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he was still in love with her. All he could think about was the last thing he had said to her.
"You bloody coward! You left our two-year-old son and me just because you couldn't face my reaction! Of course I would have supported you, do you really think I'd get mad at my wife for getting raped!" he spat out at Hermione. She was just stood there, glaring at him. "What you're not going to say anything? Still scared of my-" But Hermione wasn't listening, she was walking down the hallway. "Fine! Leave! Just like you did three years ago! I didn't give a damn then and I don't now!"
"Why did I say that!" Ron thought, "I know I didn't mean it."
"You were just really mad and made a rash decision. Just like Hermione made the rash decision to leave. People should be forgiven for wh-" his conscious chimed in.
"Shut up! I feel bad enough already without you lecturing me." So Ron just sat there and waited, and stared, and hoped.
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Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were beginning to worry. It was eight hours ago when Ron had apparated into the Burrow, set Destiny down, said he had no time to explain, and then disapperated.
"Is he back yet?" Ginny asked, walking down the stairs in her striped pajamas. She sat down at the table and took the mug of coffee her mother offered her. " I guess not." She added after she saw her parents' sullen faces. "Where do you think he went?"
"He didn't say anything. I hope he hasn't run off and done anything stupid…." Mr. Weasley answered a forlorn look in her eye.
"Do you think it had anything to do with H-" Ginny asked, but she was interrupted by a large crack.
Ron had apparated into the room. He didn't say anything, he just walked numbly out of the kitchen and sunk onto the couch where laid, staring at the ceiling. After the shock wore off, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley ran towards the kitchen.
"Wait!" Mrs. Weasley cried, holding her hands out, blocking them from entering the room. "Not all at once. Ginny you go in. Talk to him." she pushed Ginny into the room.
"Why me?" she whispered to her parents before making her way onto the couch. "Hey Ron, you ok?" Ron just stared at the ceiling. "Ron, does it have something to do with Hermione?"
Ron needed to tell someone the events off the last twenty-four hours. "Hermione is in a coma." Ron managed to say.
"But- you don't – Oh my God – you know why she left you don't you?" Ginny asked, putting pieces of the puzzle together.
So Ron told the whole story of Hermione getting raped and pregnant, Hermione getting threatening notes, and his encounter with Malfoy.
"Malfoy? Why would he try to kill Hermione? What ever happened to Greg?" Ginny asked.
"Malfoy hates Hermione cause she accidentally killed his dad in the Final Battle." Ron explained.
"How?" Ginny implored.
"Gin, you know this, you were there, remember? Hermione yelled expilliarmous and Lucius got thrown against a tree so hard he died."
"Oh, but what about Greg?"
"He forgot about Hermione. She has been gone for three years."
"Ron, I just remembered something."
"What?"
"Happy Christmas." She replied, pulling her brother into a hug.
Hours later, as the Weasley's were finally settling down after dinner and present opening, Ginny was helping her mother collect the dishes.
"So Ron went back to the hospital?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah, he slipped out right after dinner. I don't think he could take much more happiness." Giny replied. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Who would be knocking? Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, their wives and kids, were all here. Maybe it was the Healers bringing Jeffery home! Or maybe it was a Healer coming to say that Hermione was ok! She was snapped out of her musings when her mother pointed vigorously at the door. Ginny walked across the kitchen and opened the door.
She gaped and tried to restrain herself for slamming the door on his face. For their, standing in the Weasley's doorway, was Harry Potter.
A/N: Harry Potter? Shouldnt it be someone like Malfoy or even Greg? How could Harry Potter being on the doorstep bea cliff hanger? Well, it is. You just got to trust me. the Weasley's will be very surprised to see him. And chapter two through this chapter has been the same day, Christmas Eve. Now it is late afternoon Christmas Day.
I am so terribly sorry for the wait! There's no real reason that i haven't written! but i have the next chapter almost finished and then i have the epilouge (which is written). Yup, this story has two more chapters! I'll actually be a bit sad to see it end.
This chapter was supposed to be beta checked butmy e-mail was being really annoying it wouldnt let me email my beta. So if i had waited for my email to be ok, then it would have been weeks before i updated. Sorry if there are any mistakes.
i'm going to camp next week and its is a few hours away from my hometown and doesnt have internet. so this is the last chapter for a week, but then the last two chapter will be out soon after that.
Read and review please!