Good Enough Chapter 2.
Short summary of the previous chapter: Hermione came home from work, collapsed and was covered in blood. Ron patronused his family, thinking his and Hermione's baby was dead. Will Hermione and the baby be allright? Who knows.( hah, I sure don't xD)
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A/N I'm terribly, terribly sorry, that I took soo bloody long!I know I promised to update soon, but I just had a LOT on my mind lately, and I was kind of busy with the real life and all, so... i'm really sorry. UnBetaed, like all my stories.
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Audrey's eyes widened even more, and she stopped humming, rolled up her sleeves, peeled off Hermione's blue cloak carefully, and said to Ron "Pull yourself together, she needs you now, and so does the baby. So do your best finding out what the hell happened to her." She gave him the cloak "Here, this is your first lead. The blood on the back of the cloak shouldn't be hers. Find out whose it is."
'Shouldn't be hers...' the phrase echoed in Ron's mind over and over again...
He blinked and took the cloak, inspecting it. „How do you know, the blood isn't hers?" Ron asked, hastily wiping away the tears,what were blurring his vision.
Audrey looked at him with a compassionate look. And helped him get up. „See, there aren't any injuries on her back, there were... Let's just say the results would've been much worse"
Ron looked like he was about to collapse again. George glanced worriedly at his brother, whilst cleaning Hermione's forehead with a wet towel, which soon became soaked with blood.
„She'll pull through, bro. She's a stubborn one."
Ron nodded grimly.
I have to find out what happened to her. If I get my hands on the bastards who did that to her...
Ron's clenched his fists, angered at the attackers.
„ sweetie, don't do anything too hasty." Molly had re-entered the room, with a huge pile of both muggle medicine and herbs and potions, she had found from the house, floating in front of her.
„Yeah, don't worry mom. I'll be fine, just make sure that Hermione and the baby will be allright. I'm just going to make some floo calls and undo the antiapparation spells for the healers." Ron said a bit absentmindedly, thinking of various curses to use on whoever attacked his wife, as he left the room.
Just as he had undone the spells a 'pop' was heard.
Ron was halfway done stunning ( and who knows what more) the intruder, when he recognized the familiar face.
„Fleur! Don't DO that right now!" Ron lowered his wand.
„I am very sorry, Ronald.I just wanted to warn you, that there are zome evil wizzards outside, lurking around. And that thee mediwizzards weel be right here." Fleur's hair were tousled and her left arm had a nasty-looking gash on it.
Ron smiled at her. „Thanks" and he pointed at her hand. „You should let my mom fix that for you."
Fleur shook her head. „No, I don't want to bother you muzzer with eet. Eet's nothing."
Ron nodded and continued to walk towards Hermione's study, where a fire was lit. He tossed some floo powder from the vase, which stood on the mantelpiece, into the flames, stuck his head in the fire and shouted „Ministry of Magic, Auror Harry James Potter's office!"
He thanked Hermione in his mind, when his head was travelling. She had charmed Harry's fireplace, so that only selected people could communicate via floo with Harry directly, without having to apparate to the Ministry and go through check-ups..
Harry looked up from his desk. When he saw Ron, he rised his eyebrow questioningly.
„Weren't you supposed to be home with Hermione already? And if you aren't why the hell aren't you using the door? You know, this muggle invention, you seem to care so little about?"
Ron rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. This was so not the time for this... „First of all, door was invented by a wizard and more importantly I need your help! Someone attacked Hermione!"
Harry had had enough experince with attacks, injuries and dark wizards, not to waste time in asking questions in a possibly critical moment, so he rose up and pulled on his cloak „Your place, right?"
Ron nodded „But you'd better apparate straight to the house. Fleur mentioned that there are some kind of dark wizards surrounding the place"
Harry nodded and ran out of his office, to notify Kingsley of his departure, a standard neccesity to ensure that the hero of the Magical World wouldn't be kidnapped from the Ministry.
Ronald pulled his head out of the fireplace and found himself in Hermione's study again.
Something was off...
Very off.
There were no sounds coming from the living room or any other room for that matter.
Already nervous enough, Ron pulled out his wand, and slowly, very slowly opened the door and peeked out, while ready to attack.
The room was dark.
Well... that's certainly weird...The mediwizards can't possibly be left already... Ron thought as he slowly inched towards the living room.
„Homenum Revelio!" Ron whispered, using the spell, Hermione had thaught him during the horxcurxes hunt..
Nothing happened.
Something was definitely very wrong...
Where WERE everyone?...
'pop'
Ron abruptly turned around, only to poke the man in front of him with his wand.
„Hey, watch where you stick your wand, mr. Weasley" a low voice shouted gruffly.
Ronald stumbled back and spluttered „W-wha-I-I mean- That why- er... Hello sir."
Kingsley rolled his eyes and said „Yeah, yeah. Greetings to you to. Where is Hermione? And what the hell happened to her?"
'pop'
„Hey Harry" Ron muttered, and explained the incidents quickly to the pair of aurors.
„Hermione got home, collapsed on the sofa, she passed out, I was concerned, she was covered in blood, especcially on the stomach, which made me terribly scared. She is fift month pregnant, sir"
Ron added, seeing Kingsley's slightly confused expression
„So I patronused my family, they took care of her, and alerted the st. Mungo's, Fleur told me we're kind of surrounded and I made the floo call to Harry and when I came back the house was empty"
Harry's face grew more concerned by second and Kingsley's grew (if possible) even more serious.
„Oh, and it's likely that Hermione injured one of her attackers." Ron added after a slight pause.
„There was some blood on her back, that didn't match with her injuries..."
Harry seemed to snap into action with these words. „What are we waiting here for, then? Let's capture some bad guys!"
Kingsley seemed to hesitate for a split-second „Well... TECHNICALLY we shouldn't do..."
But he apparently changed his mind „The hell with it... we ARE off-duty, after all."
Ron looked worried though.. „shouldn't we find out what happened to the others, first?"
Kingsley rose his eyebrows „What do you mean, by what happened to them? from what you said I assumed they took her to st. Mungo's."
Ron seemed doubtful „I don't know... they would've left me a note or something..."
„Well, in that case, I'll find out what happened to Hermione and others,while you find out what happened, and try not to get yourselves killed." Kingsley said, and without waiting for their consent, he apparated.
Ron and Harry stared at the place, where the Minister of Magic had disapparated for a second and then looked at each other.
„Just like old times..." Harry said smiling crookedly, without any amusement, really.
„...but without Hermione..." Ron finished the sentence grimly.
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Kingsley apparated straight to St. Mungo's and hurried to the receptionist- a young, dark-haired girl, about 20 years old – Kingsley managed to notice.
„Hello, is there a patient called Hermione Granger in here?" He asked.
Receptionist looked through her files „No, sir. I'm s-" She looked up, and her mouth fell open.
„B-b-b-but you're the Minister of Magic!" she managed to squeak out exitedly.
Kingsley smiled „yes, I am, but are you sure there is no-one named Hermione Granger in here?"
The girl smiled back, and winked at the man in front of her. „Let me see, maybe I missed something, before."
After couple minutes of searching and going through files she squealed, which made Kingsley perk up, but then the girl looked dissapointed again.
„You probably didn't mean Hermione Weasley, didn't you?" She asked dissapointedly.
Kingsley felt like smacking himself.
Of course, they had married last year. How could I be so dumb, I WAS there, for Merlin's sake...