The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
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"I want to come with you, Hermione!" Charlie was being stubborn. He wanted to go with her to her appointment at St. Mungo's. Hermione was being just as stubborn. She felt she had to find out if she could ever conceive alone. She had already decided that if she couldn't have children she wasn't going to marry Charlie. He deserved a house full of kids!
"I need to do this by myself. What if it is bad news…?" Charlie was not swayed by that argument. In fact they had been arguing about this for most of the morning. Hermione had woken up sobbing and Charlie had asked her to marry him and she realized that she should have waited to accept. She hated the idea of now having to reject him.
Charlie had been clueless as to why she was upset until she finally sobbed, "What if I can't give you babies?"
Charlie's heart pounded when he realized that the monster could possibly have robbed her of that. He would kill the git. Despite his reassurances that he wanted to love her and not the possibility of nameless children, Hermione was adamant. "I love you but I will not keep you from being a father."
Charlie realized it was pointless to argue about possible future children until they knew the facts. He chose instead to push Hermione on the issue of accompanying her to the appointment.
"Hermione, love, this concerns me as much as you, please let me come with you." Charlie was holding her hand and looking like a sad little boy.
Hermione realized that h was correct it did concern him. "Okay you are right, but if it is bad news I am not changing my mind."
Charlie did not say anything but silently he vowed to himself, "We will fight about that later is need be."
Acting as Hermione's attorney, Monica had spoken to the chief healer of the trauma unit at St. Mungo's letting them know what type of documentation they would need. Hermione was apprehensive of appearing in such a public setting. She knew she would be recognized. Charlie's presence would be welcomed to help keep her calm and ward off any attention.
It was relatively uneventful arriving at the reception desk and being directed to the correct floor and correct office. The hospital was extremely busy and the couple walked to her appointment unscathed. Charlie's hand gave her strength.
The healer's understood due to the nature of the injuries that Hermione would need some one during the examination. Despite not being next of kin, Charlie was allowed to stay at Hermione's side through the entire ordeal. Hermione was humiliated as the healer prodded and made notes about her body; taking special care to label and categorized each abrasion, bruise, cut, and scar. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floor as she answered questions and flinched when the healer touched her back asking her to sit on the examining table. Charlie helped her to sit and recline on the table. He held her hand and faced toward her while the healer finished his exam. Tears filled Hermione's eyes as the healer worked quietly and quickly to determine the full extent of the abuse.
Charlie's fingertips wiped away the escaped tears from her cheeks. His heart was breaking at her pain. How much more could she endure? This glorious amazing woman should only have joy and peace in life not torture and pain. Charlie gently rubbed her cheek and gave her a small smile. It would be his quest in life to ensure that she found peace and joy.
After what seemed like an eternity, the healer requested that Hermione get dressed and join the healer in her office to discuss the results of her findings. Charlie waited until the door closed behind the healer before he turned and whispered in Hermione's ear, "It will be okay."
Hermione was trembling as she sat in the chair in front of the healer's desk waiting for the healer to enter. Charlie was kneeling in front of her his arms around her waist. He needed to let her know that the results did not matter.
"Hermione, no matter what the healer says I will always love you and I want to be with you forever. No matter what, babies, no babies it is you that I want." Charlie was starting to tear up.
Hermione sobbed and leaned forward to lay her head on Charlie's shoulder. This just needed to be over with, the anticipation was killing her.
The healer opened the door and Charlie felt Hermione stop breathing. Clearing her throat the healer began. "Mrs. Weasley I have the results of my examination."
Hermione did not breath she just nodded.
The healer continued, "As expected I found extensive evidence of physical abuse, the details of which will be in my report. As to the state of your virginity, I can verify you are in fact still a virgin; there is no sign of magical reattachment."
Hermione took a shuttering breath; she knew the next thing the healer would say might break her apart.
"The last concern of yours about possible future conception, my results indicate…" Hermione had leaned forward in the chair and Charlie knuckles were white from the tight grip he had on the arm rests. The healer glanced down at her file, "Yes that is to say that in spite of substantial evidence of abuse, there should be …"
Hermione's brain was numb she was screaming in agony in her head, 'Please, oh please.'
"…no reason that you could not conceive a child."
Hermione suddenly realized she was in the air and twirling. She looked down to see that Charlie was laughing a deep wonderful laugh as he held her in the air. "Did you hear that?" She shook her head.
Hermione was confused, she had seen the healer's mouth move and she knew that it was important but what did the healer say? All Hermione heard was a rushing in her ears and Charlie's laughter.
Charlie slowly stopped twirling and lowered Hermione to the floor. He smiled the most brilliant smile Hermione had ever seen. "She said we should be able to make babies my love, lots and lots of babies."
A cross between a sob and a laugh came out of Hermione's mouth as reality settled in. She looked at the healer and hen back at Charlie who simply nodded. Hermione took a deep breath and cried.
Charlie rubbed her back gently while she let all the tension and fear out of her system. Hermione took a few sobbing breaths and then looked up at Charlie, she had huge smile on her face that reflected the matching one on Charlie's face. For that instant everything was wonderful in their universe.
The healer cleared her throat to get their attention again, she was smiling at the jubilant couple, "Understand there may be unforeseen reasons but to the best of my medical opinion, there should be no complications as a result of your torture."
Hermione grinned and finding her voice she thanks the healer profusely.
The healer excused herself, leaving the couple alone for a few minutes to compose themselves. Charlie wanted to start making babies right there in the healer's office. Hermione laughed as he whispered various suggestions in her ear.
"We have to wait…" Hermione was tugging on his shirt for emphasis, "I want to be free."
Charlie finally agreed, "Okay then lets go tell Monica before we head home."
Hermione held on to his am as they navigated their way through the maze of offices. Once outside of St. Mungo's they apparated to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic intent of finding Monica. The lobby was crowded with witches and wizards scurrying to and fro. Hermione and Charlie made their way to the bank of elevators; Monica's office was located on level ten.
Charlie spotted him first coming off a near by elevator. Hermione was distracted by the elevator directly in front of them opening. Percy Weasley walked straight into them, his face perfectly composed.
"If it isn't the slut and traitorous brother…well at least that is what tomorrow's headline will read in the Daily Prophet." His gloating attitude was sickening.
"Yes, it seems Ms. Skeeter was thrilled to interview me about the humiliation of having a cheating whore for a wife and a treacherous sibling." Percy gave a small chuckle he obviously found himself very humorous.
Hermione did not flinch or look away; she stood tall and looked him in the eye. "Enjoy your notoriety for the moment, because I promise I will enjoy it when the tables are turned." With that she walked past him and on to the elevator.
Charlie was so proud of how calm and collected she reacted to the stressful situation. With a wicked grin, Charlie leaned over to catch his younger brother's attention. "Percy, old mate, I am sure you will understand when we don't invite you to the naming ceremony."
Charlie quickly joined Hermione on the elevator just as the doors closed. Hermione had heard Charlie's remark to the monster. She giggled remembering Percy's face. "Charlie we aren't expecting a baby, we haven't even had sex yet!"
Charlie returned her grin, "Yeah, but he doesn't know that!"