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The room is blurry when I open my eyes. I feel foreign and empty in my own skin… as my sense of touch comes back to me I realize there's a hand in my own, and when I look down I see a red head resting on the bed next to me with his hand in mine. Ron.

As I take in my surroundings I realize that I'm in St. Mungo's and when I remember what happened, I panic when I see that my stomach is no longer the pregnant bulge it once was, but instead looks as though I had already given birth. What the hell happened? Where are my children? How much time has gone by?

I start to panic and Ron wakes up.

"Oh thank Merlin Hermione," he says and buries his face in my neck, kissing me and I can feel his tears on my skin as I regain control of body and breath.

"Ron what happened? Where are the twins? How long has it been since I went out?"

Ron's breathing very deeply before continuing, oh dear god know; please tell me that my babies are okay.

"Mione the twins are okay. They're in the premature baby room right now, but they're going to be okay. It's been two days since you passed out though… they did emergency surgery when we got you in here and the twins were born at about 12:04 and 12:06 the morning after your birthday," I take a deep breath of relief when I hear that my babies are okay, and I realize that I don't know them at all.

"Ron are they boys or girls?"

He smiles through his tears of joy, and says to me very quietly as he strokes my cheek, "we have two healthy twin boys. Apparently for preemies they're actually in really good health and Healer Parker thinks she must've been a little bit off of their due date or something. They're running all the normal tests and stuff though but we should be able to bring them home as soon as you can come."

"What happened to me?" I'm definitely crying now, "and where's the family?"

Ron explains to me that the stress of the contractions sent me into shock, and that I had been given a few sedatives to relax which had knocked me out for a couple days.

"Well I've been here so Harry and Ginny have stayed at our house with the kids and they've been checking in every hour or so, but your mum and dad are just outside and my mum is too… I'm going to go get them okay?" I nod and Ron opens the door to the hallway and my parents and Molly walk in and over to my bed to give me hugs.

"You had us mighty worried there Hermione," Molly says.

"Well as long as the twins are okay then I'm fine," I reply and give a small smile, "Ron have you named them yet?"

He scoffs and looks at me incredulously, "Do you honestly think I'd name our sons without you? I don't fancy getting beat up or lectured for the next 50 years."

We all welcome some much needed laughter and I say gently to Ron, "Okay well can we meet them? I'd like to hold them if I can so we can name them properly… and decide which name for which baby…"

Molly assures me she'll find a nurse to get our new born kids in the room for us and I have to admire her when she comes back with a nurse who is wheeling a baby bed containing two little boys less than ten minutes later.

"Okay mum, are you ready to meet your new sons?" she asks and I nod. She hands me baby one and Ron baby two and as he sits down next to me on the bed I marvel at the two little wonders in our arms. I see a tear drip off the end of Ron's nose and I'm not surprised when I feel the salty taste of tears on my own lips. These twins have luscious thick red hair, and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, aside from Fred and George's… and maybe Harry's.

"Oh my gosh they look exactly like Fred and George did," I hear Molly say from next to me, and I feel Ron tremble beside me. He must've been thinking about how much they looked like Fred and George, after all, they had the green eyes and the brilliant Weasley hair.

After a few minutes of meeting our little boys I clear my throat and ask Ron, "Alright daddy, what are we going to call these little boys?"

Ron smiles at me in return and can barely take his eyes away from his sons for a second to meet mine, "How about we go with Jack Fred Weasley, and Oliver George Weasley?"

I smile, "Our little Ollie and Jack, Jack and Ollie… I like it," we smile at our sons, "okay now are you holding Ollie or Jack?"

We both laugh, and Ron replies, "Oh I'm definitely holding Jack… this kid's got the childlike wonder of Fred already… and little Ollie just looks happy to be here, just like George."

I hear Molly and my mum both burst into tears, and my dad tells us he's just going outside to call for the rest of the family while I let my mum take Ollie from my arms and Ron let's Molly take Jack from his.

"You know I named Fred and George after my brothers that were killed in the first war, Gideon and Fabian… it's nice that you are honouring George and Fred like this… they'll be very pleased," we don't correct her on her present use of Fred's name because we all know that somewhere in heaven a jokester probably just cried tears of joy over having another set of twins in the family.

Once the entire family arrives and packs themselves into our hospital room I announce the names of our new sons, "Okay everyone, the baby boy you see me holding now, is Jack Fred Weasley, and the baby boy you see Ron holding now is Oliver George Weasley." There was a small sound of awe, and George came forward right away to meet the little boys.

"Thank you guys, for remembering me and Fred like this," he says to us quietly as he plays with his nephews toes.

"George no one could forget you and Fred… besides, you have to teach them what it is to be a Weasley twin and they'll probably listen to you more if they're named after you," I think I surprised everyone with that comment… The look on Molly's face tells me I might have just asked for a very nasty fate, although I'm sure having Fred and George running around turning teddy bear's into spiders all the time probably did take a few years off her life.

On Harry William Weasley's first birthday, December 10, the twins are almost three months old and are thankfully quite quiet babies. I think sometimes they conspire to make noise though because every now and then, just when I'm getting used to not having a screaming baby around, that's when they strike. Although I have to admit that I really have been enjoying being at home with the kids a lot.

Rose and Hugo have been hanging around a bit and have been wanting to help a lot with their younger brothers, especially the twins, but I think they're a bit young so I generally let them help with little Harry much more often. Harry has already grown a lot and he has thick locks of red hair, although his red colour is much more subtle than the flame that surrounds his father. I notice now that Rose's hair is becoming much darker as well, sort of like Ginny's, but incredibly thick like mine. The twins are still flaming red heads and their eyes seem to get greener everyday.

I can't help but idly wonder what Lizzy would look like now. I remember when she was born she has been the only baby of ours that had my brown hair, destined to be bushy, and chocolate eyes. I suppose it's a good thing though because none of our other kids have ever looked the same. It makes her unique from her siblings and although for a long time this difference made her hard to think about, now it makes her easy to remember.

Rose will be eleven in June and then in September she'll be off to Hogwarts. Hugo will be seven in May and once Rose goes I'm sure I'll be thankful to all his cousins for keeping him occupied. Lizzy would be four this February, a month that is never easy. Little Harry is a year old now, something I actually find hard to believe when I think about where I was two years ago. Once the twins get to be about four months old I'll start bringing them to work and little Harry will go to the Burrow with his older siblings.

The thought makes me sad though, I really have liked spending all this extra time with Rose before she goes to Hogwarts; us girls stick together in this house. I've been in such a state of exhaustion that I haven't really had a chance to think about any larger aspects of life besides my family… I chuckle at the thought, even after all these years it's odd to think that I don't need to panic about the state of the wizarding world every five seconds.

James will be home from Hogwarts in a few weeks for Christmas break and I know his siblings and cousins not to mention Harry and Ginny are very excited. I know Harry just feels happy that his son has a place to come home too which is something he didn't have for a long time in his youth. Damn those Dursley's. Okay enough of that, it sounds like Ron is coming down the hallways where he'll find me standing in little Harry's room. I just got him to sleep after an entire day of birthday celebrations and cake.

Harry and Ginny are with all the other kids in the living room, probably playing with the twins, and I thought Ron was there too but I am corrected when I go to open the bedroom door and find him standing outside. I smile and let him take my hand as I close the door with the other.

"I can't believe how old he is already," I say quietly and Ron nods in return then replies, "they grow up fast."

I agree and give Ron a quick kiss which I feel him try to deepen. I let him until I feel him press me up against the wall and I giggle a bit as I break free.

"Ron! Our kids are still up and Harry and Ginny are in the next room!" I manage to breathe this out despite the work Ron's doing on my neck and I laugh when I hear him reply, "We can be fast."

I let his mouth take possession of mine once more and as the snog gets more heated, I know it's time to break it off. I do so with a little hesitation and Ron grumbles a bit but I manage to drag him back to the living room where Harry and Ginny each hand us a twin so we can put them to bed which we do with little difficulty. When we return to the living room we find that Harry is holding a sleeping Lily in his arms. We exchange goodnights and once our guests have left Ron puts Hugo to bed and Rose remains on the sofa, reading peacefully.

I sit down next to her and join her in reading when after a few minutes Rose closes the book and turns to me in a manner that is much too serious for her age.

"Mum what do you think Lizzy would be like now?" My breath caught in my throat, how do I even answer that? I can only imagine my other daughter; she was ripped away from life before she even had a chance. After a few seconds of thought, I take a deep breath and reply calmly, "Rose I think if your little sister was with us right now that she would be a lot like you." That's really all I feel comfortable saying, and it's probably true.

"Do you think I'll ever get another sister? I have always wanted one but all I ever get is brothers," she says this so innocently, it makes me smile and I hug her a bit closer, this is actually an easy question.

"I really don't know Rosey, only time will tell I think." This seems to satisfy her curiosity for the time being and she quietly declares she's going to bed. I give her a kiss on the cheek and I hear her run down the hallway and give Ron, who must've been heading back this way, a kiss goodnight as well. Ron re-enters the living room and I tell him what happened.

After I tell him about our oldest child's questions, I do wonder how he feels about the topic.

"So what do you think?"

"I think that maybe we should have explained to her more about her little sister," he pauses, and I silently agree, "and I think I would love to give her another sister, but that it isn't really up to me, it's not my body."

I smile at his reply, he's gotten smart after all these years of marriage and he's definitely no longer the insensitive prat he once was, usually anyways.

"So if I said that I wanted more kids you'd be okay with it?" I ask cautiously.

He nods and then I see his mouth open, as if debating something, then close, and then finally he says, "Is that what you're saying?"

I shake my head instantly and reply, "No, not right now anyway. I want to go back to work for a little while and the kids need to get a bit older before we decide to do the pregnancy thing again. We basically have triplets on our hands as it is."

Ron agrees quickly and after a few more minutes of talking we make our way to the bedroom and go to bed.

Pain lashes through my body and I feel like I'm on fire. Everything around me is blurry and I don't know what's happening at all until I hear a familiar voice saying my name softly. I realize Ron is calling me back and when my eyes come into focus I know that we're in St. Mungo's, I just don't know why.

I look down and see a Healer between my legs, waiting for something. When I hear the instruction to push I realize that I'm giving birth. I push and push, but nothing happens. I look over to Ron's face beside me but I'm confronted with an angry, disproving glare that doesn't remind me of my husband at all.

"She's dead Hermione. This is entirely your fault. You killed our daughter," the man who looks like Ron but can't possibly be Ron says to me and I feel a chill down my spine when and feel weight in my arms. I look into my lap and find that I'm now sitting on a chair and there is a blue baby in my arms, staring up at me with eyes that I know are identical to my own.

I start to panic and hyperventilate and drop the baby from my arms and when she hits the ground with a thud I scream, then feel my entire body being jostled around.

"Hermione!" I can hear panic in Ron's voice and realize I'm waking up from a dream… no, a nightmare.

I cry into Ron's arms and tell him of the dream I just had that our dead daughter was all my fault. He says nothing, but lets me cry into his chest and finally when I feel myself starting to calm down, I hear his voice ring out in the darkness, "it was your fault."

I gasp as I sit up straight in bed and see Ron sleeping peacefully next to me. It was all a dream. I'm okay, Ron's okay everything is fine. I lay back down in bed and can't stop thinking about the nightmare I just had. I haven't dreamt about losing a baby like that in a really long time. I shudder at the tone I heard in Ron's voice and lean into his body while he sleeps, hoping that the sound of his heartbeat will lull me into rest as well.