Hello, this is another chapter because I have absolutely nothing to do while waiting for the guests to come, and the turkey is not looking good, so enjoy. I really like this story, and its my favorite of all my stories and I'm really sorry if this chapter doesnt make any sense, I am listening to Mugglecast.
"Don't make me laugh." Ron glared at Hannah, who was crying in a corner.
"I swear to God Ron!" Hannah looked at Ron with watered eyes, and he rolled his own.
"I don't believe you, Hannah! How fucking could you?" He grabbed his trunk, and walked over to his dresser. He started rummaging around for his best clothes.
She pulled herself up and walked over to him. "Please don't leave me." She wrapped her arms around his.
Ron pulled away from her, his ears red and brows furrowed. "How dare you touch me."
Her eyes started watering so heavily she couldn't hold back the tears.
He shoved the rest in his trunk and walked out of the room. He heard her fall to the floor again, and he felt his heart thumping hard on his chest, burning through his skin.
He walked into his childrens room and started packing their trunks, silently swearing to himself about what they were about to go through.
He grabbed Stacy's white unicorn and David's miniature firebolt and sat on the twins beds, preparing himself for the tears.
He shook them softly. They didn't move. Children were so serene when they slept, so quiet and sweet. He heard Hannah walking by the room, purposely stopping by the doorway, and staring at Ron. He shook his children harder, waking them up.
"Daddy? Why aren't you at work?" Stacy looked up into her father's eyes. Ron loved her. She was so clued into everything. She was a smart child.
"Daddy? Are you finalwe taking us to work wit you?" David sat up in bed, pulling off the sheets. His red hair was very messy, almost as messy as Ron's.
"No, get out of bed, we are leaving now." Ron heard Hannah gasp slightly behind him.
"Must we get dressed? Is this a emergeny?" Stacy asked, yawning and stretching her body.
"Yes, come on, no actually, you don't have to get dressed. Come along now."
The sleepy children walked behind Ron, out of the room.
"Goodbye babies." Hannah kissed her children Ron scowled at her.
"Mummie, aren't you...?" David began, but stopped when Stacy poked her little brother in the arm. She shook her head and Ron felt pride surge through him.
They left the house, leaving a distressed woman crying on her hardwood floor.
"Madam, is there anything else you would like to tell me?" Lucius asked Hermione, pulling himself together smoothly. Hermione smiled at him with tears still trickling down her face.
"You have a child. She gave birth to her when she died." Hermione said gravely.
"May I?" Lucius said, pointing to the child.
"Yes." She handed the baby over reluctantly.
"My Gods. She's beautiful. But I have a problem." Lucius looked at her slowly.
"Yes?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"I regret, that in this present state, I cannot care for this child." Lucius solemnly stared at her.
ok, guests really are here now, so bye!