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Chapter 19

Some Fun

"Hermione?" Harry screamed, a huge amount of hurt filling his voice.

Harry moved his arm over to her neck, checking her pulse to see if it had changed, and it did; it was still decreasing in speed. He didn't know what to do anymore; he lost all sense of reality and knowledge when he noticed it was his lover lying on the ground, near the edge of life, ready to plummet down to death.

He knew he had to do something, and fast. Raising her head slightly, Harry slipped an arm under it. He also slid his other arm under her back. Slowly standing up, Harry picked up Hermione, clutching onto her tightly, afraid of letting go. He didn't want to lose her now, or ever again.

"This better work," Harry said to himself, still gripping his wand in his right hand, while holding onto Hermione.

As the method of travel began to work, Harry could feel Hermione's body temperature drop, and her breathing completely stopped. He knew apparating was definitely not going to be the safest way for her to travel, because the oxygen was going to be knocked out of her. Even though it was going to only be for a second, it was a huge risk, mainly because she was hardly breathing when he found her back in the forest. But this was the quickest way for them to travel, and right now, time wasn't on Hermione's side.

Light hit Harry's eyes, temporarily blinding him because his pupils had become adjust to the near absence of it in their last location. Now the bright sunlight hit them, causing him a major headache. The bright light had affected Hermione too, as she began to stir, as if in pain. Harry took this as a good sign, because at least she was responding to her surroundings.

"When are my mommy and daddy gonna come home?" Emily asked her Uncle Ron.

He had to put her to sleep a few hours ago, but obviously she had a lot on her mind. Ron had stared at the clock in the kitchen for over an hour now, watching every second tick away. He wasn't sure what was happening with his two best mates, but it shouldn't have been taking them this long.

"I'm not sure," He said sympathetically. "It could still be a while."

Emily pulled out her chair at the table, and hopped up on to the booster seat. Placing her elbow on the table, she rested her head on her hand.

"I'm bored," she groaned.

Ron looked up at her. He wasn't really in the mood for this, and he really didn't want to play any games, which he knew was exactly what she wanted. He just wanted to know what was going on with Harry and Hermione. But Emily; Emily was going to start getting worried. Even though she didn't understand what was going on, Ron knew that she could probably feel the tension he was letting off. Maybe keeping her busy was for the best.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Ron asked, hoping this toddler would have a good imagination. Emily just looked at him and shrugged.

"Do you want to play a game?"

"Yeah!" Emily said enthusiastically, almost screaming.

"What game do you want to play?" He questioned.

"Hide and go seek!"

Ron smiled, he should have known. Hide and go seek; it was a classic, and almost every child's favorite game at one point. He was glad that she picked one of the few muggle games he actually knew how to play.

"You hide, and I'll count, alright?" He asked. He knew that she would much rather be hiding that seeking.

"Okay," she said. She turned and started to walk away, but looked back at Ron, making sure he wasn't watching her. "Hey, no peaking."

Once again, Ron grinned. "Don't worry, I won't."

"Cover your eyes with your hand, like this." She raised her hand up, and placed it over her eyes. She then took them away, after she was sure Ron had seen her.

"Okay" He did as he was told. "1… 2… 3…"

Emily double checked to make sure Ron wasn't cheating, and then went off in search of the perfect hiding spot. Ron chuckled to himself as he heard her slam the door to the kitchen; at least he knew she wasn't hiding in there.

"18…19… 20… Ready or not, here I come." He opened his eyes and lowered his hand. He took a quick glance around the kitchen, making sure that his ears weren't deceiving him, or that Emily wasn't trying to trick him.

He strolled through the kitchen door into the living room. Right in front of him was what seemed like a huge pile of blankets, but he knew for a fact that it was only one. He also noticed that this blanket had moved from its original location. He smiled as he realized that her foot was sticking out.

"Emily, where are you?" He played along, pretending he still had no idea where she was. A slight giggled came from under the blanket. Ron pulled the blanket off, revealing Emily, with a huge smile on her face.

"You found me!" she said excitedly.

"My turn," he told her, acting like a kid again.

"Yup," Emily closed her eyes and placed a hand over them.

"1… 2… 3…" she began.

Ron decided to go hide in the kitchen. He made his way over to that room, sneaky and sly, not making any noise at all. He looked around, not sure of where to hide.

"14… 15… 16…"

He was running out of time. He got down on his hands and knees, and crawled underneath the table. After sitting down under there, he decided that it wasn't the best place to hide, because his legs stuck out immensely. Bringing his knees toward his body, he wrapped his arms around them, hoping not to make himself obvious.

The door swung open, and Ron watched as two little feet walked right past him. A few minutes passed by, and Emily began to step closer and closer toward the table. Finally, she bent over slightly, and looked directly into Ron's eyes.

"Found you. My turn." Without even waiting to make sure he didn't peak, she stormed out of the kitchen, and back into the living room.

Twenty seconds later, Ron was on the hunt for the four year old again. He entered the living room, only to find the mountain of blankets in his way. He smirked; she had hid there for a second time. He pulled the blanket off of her, and yet again, there she was.

"Don't hide in the same place two times in a row, Emily," he said, giving the little girl advice.

"Why not?" She pleaded for him to tell her.

"Because it makes it easier for me to find you," He responded.

"Not uh" Emily commented, knowingly. "Just don't look under there first, so you don't find me so fast."

Ron cackled. "Why don't you go hide in the kitchen, I'll count again."

"Okay," Emily said, glad she didn't have to be it this time. She ran off into the kitchen, and once again he counted out loud.

"… 8 … 9… 10…"

"Ron, what in the bloody hell are you doing?"

He jumped, obviously not hearing anyone enter the house. He opened his eyes to see Harry entering.

"Harry, I'm glad you're here. I was starting to get worried about you, mate."

Harry shut the door behind him, and the red head saw that Hermione wasn't behind him.

"Where's Hermione?"

The saddened look shown across his facial features, and Ron knew immediately that something was wrong.

"She… She was admitted to St. Mungo's today."

AN- Probably not the chapter that you we're expecting, right? Now, I really worked hard to get this chapter up so soon, because I am off to Florida for the next week, with no access to the internet, and I'm not even bringing a notebook, (which sucks because I bring a notebook everywhere). What I'm trying to say is, the next update won't be until at least the 28th, but I hope this makes up for it, and my lack of updates recently.