A/N: Well everyone…after tallying up the polls Ron has won…by a landslide. Go Ron!

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Ron yawned as he slowly shuffled his feet out of the cafeteria in the children's hospital. His red hair was in a mess and his eyes had dark circles underneath them. Grumbling, he slowly walked over to where Bill was sitting, reading some type of Muggle magazine. Ron sat down in a sluggish heap.

"Have a rough night Ron?" Bill asked without looking up from the glossy magazine.

"Don't get me started!" Ron groaned. "As soon as I fell asleep, Harry's Patronus woke me up twice to give me a update on Hermione, after that I couldn't fall back asleep on that ruddy couch! I just lay awake for hours. When I finally did fall back asleep some lady opened the door to the office and kicked us out saying she had to clean the place!"

"She was just doing her job." Bill said as he flipped a page in the magazine.

Ron made another annoyed growling sound and leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms. "The food here is horrible too. Worst tasting stuff you'd ever imagine."

"I'll take your word for it." Bill said chuckling.

They sat in silence for a moment. Ron stared into oblivion; a scowl itched upon his face showing his obvious bad mood. Bill sat calmly beside him flipping though the magazine with a smirk on his face.

"Mr. Weasley?" Both Ron and Bill turned toward the voice of Dr. Grey. Ron could feel his bad mood dissolve to be replaced by a sliver of hope and excitement. Did he have good news? Both Ron and Bill jumped up as Dr. Grey motioned for them to follow.

"How's Hugo?" Ron asked as the three men walked down the white hall. The doctor didn't answer for a moment as he stopped at a window. Ron came to an abrupt halt and stared at Dr. Grey. Wondering why a window was indoors he looked into it. His heart skipped a beat. In the room was little Hugo. He lay on a little white mat in a small clear box. Little wires with square looking ends lay tapped across his head and chest. Attached to them were monitors that made little beeping sounds. Ron stared at his son like he was in a trance. Hugo looked so tiny. Was he really that tiny? He had to be; he wasn't even a year old yet. Ron could feel himself go numb. He was so transfixed that he almost hadn't heard the doctor speak.

"Your son hasn't made much progress I'm afraid." Dr. Grey said sadly. "Like I told you last night I can't do much for him here. Like I promised my friends have met with the Minister for Magic. He said he couldn't allow us to transfer Hugo at the moment. He thinks it might be too risky with all of the Muggle doctors. They might ask questions and we don't want anyone to investigate where he'll eventually be transferred to."

Ron felt like he was going to be sick. All the blood drained from his face and arms. He felt like he was in a dream. Ron could feel the frustration and anger rush back into him. Why wouldn't the Minister approve the transfer? All this time he thought Kingsley was good enough guy! What did Kingsley have against little helpless Hugo? Why did they even need his permission for a transfer anyway? What did that achieve?

"However," Ron's attention was returned to the doctor as he spoke. To his surprise Ron noticed that a smile had appeared across his face. "He is sending a healer to assist me with your son until he feels it will be safe to move him to St. Mungos. The healer might even be able to take care of Hugo here and won't have to go to St. Mungos."

Ron was once again felt his legs go numb. He felt dizzy and distant. Like he was in a dream. Ron's mind reeled at the possibility of Hugo being cured at the Children's Hospital by a St. Mungo's healer. He hoped it would be that easy. First place they would go as soon as Hugo was in the clear would be the other hospital to visit Hermione. Ron felt badly about having to leave her. He knew that Hermione would understand why he had to leave, but it still didn't make him feel any better. His heart began to beat faster as a picture of Hermione smiling up warmly at him filled his mind.

"When will they arrive?" Ron heard Bill ask the doctor.

"I'm not exactly sure. I suggest that Mr. Weasley goes home and collects some things that he might need. He might want to change his clothes."

Ron could feel his shoulders tense up. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't had time to change out of his robes. He had heard about the accident at work and had rushed to the hospital without thinking a second thought. It wasn't like he had taken the time to go change into the normal muggle wear. Ron at the moment realized how ridiculous he looked in his green robes. He stood out compared to all of the other adults in the hospital—including the doctors. Even Bill was wearing a t-shirt and pants. Ron began to wonder if it would be a good idea to go home for a minute and change into muggle clothes. He was about to agree as he looked back into the window where Hugo was. Looking at his son's small helpless form he changed his mind.

"No. I don't want to leave Hugo."

"I won't do anything with him until you get back I promise. Even if the healer gets here."

Ron shook his head firmly. "I'm staying. I just don't want to leave him alone is all. I think Hermione would agree with me if she were here."

Dr. Grey shrugged. "If you insist."

Bill cleared his throat drawing attention toward himself. "I think I might want to check on Fleur and Victorie this morning. I'll be right back." He then nodded to the doctor and walked down the white hall toward the big doors that Ron guessed was the main entrance of the hospital. Ron turned his attention back toward Hugo.

Ron heard the doctor say something about he having to check on another patient. Ron wasn't paying attention until he realized that the doctor was walking away. He felt oddly alone in the white hall as the doctor walked down the hall. He watched Hugo in the room for a few minutes. As he stood there, mesmerized by his son's helpless form he wondered what Hugo had been feeling during the accident. His thoughts swam to Hermione and Rose. More than anything he wanted was his family back home, safe and out of danger.

Ron could feel his anger rise again as he thought about the accident. He was beginning to come out of shock finally, which was allowing him to think more clearly. They hadn't heard anything about the man in the other car. Did he do it on purpose? In the back of his mind Ron knew that it was probably unlikely but Ron needed someone to blame. In his mind a image of a hideous disgusting looking man, laughing a horrible evil laugh as he drove into Hermione's Bentley made his skin crawl.

"Mr. Weasley?" Ron jumped at the voice of Dr. Grey. He was so focused on his thoughts that he hadn't heard him return. However, Ron noticed that he was not alone. The woman beside him looked oddly familiar. She seemed to know him as well. Who was she? The realization smacked Ron like he had been hit with a stunning spell. He could feel the blood rush to his head as the doctor spoke to confirm what he knew.

"Mr. Weasley, I would like you to meet the St. Mungos healer. Lavender Brown."

A/N:

Chapter 10 is done! I don't think I ended it very well and I'm sorry about that! I have a serious case of writers block. It's the really bad kind of writers block too. Not the kind where you don't know what to do next, I have the kind of writers block where you know what you want to happen in the beginning and end but not in the middle! Curse you writers block!

I had to get rid of Bill so Lavender could come in. It'll be more awkward for Ron that way! I want to give a special thanks to Blank Paige who gave me the idea.

Please do the nice thing and review! That will make me happy!

Chapter 11 will be in Ron's POV again and will be short.

Peace, Love and Stuff,

Jenny