Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

There was an awful silence that fell upon the Burrow when the Weasleys entered later that evening. Lisa, like Greyson had said, didn't remember anything. Ron had not said a word since the memory and it was now starting to make everyone extremely nervous. They knew Ron. He was bound to explode sooner or later. The thing they were afraid of was that if he didn't blow up now, when he started ranting later, it would be much worse. Lisa had picked up on the tension long ago when she had woke up, but now, she wanted to know what had happened.

"Ron-"

He exited the room before she could finish. She turned to Harry, her eyes questioning. Harry shook his head, sighing.

"LOREL!"

Everyone looked up to see Ron running down the stairs, carrying a limp Lorel. Harry ran over to him, helping him set Lorel on the ground.

"What happened?" Harry asked urgently. Ron shook his head.

"I don't know… she's not moving." Ron looked so helpless. So…

Weak, Lisa finished silently, eyes on the girl. Harry took out his wand and began to murmur under his breath. Lisa turned to Ginny.

"Why don't we go back to the hospital?" she asked. Ginny looked over at Lisa.

"Harry knows what he's doing," she whispered. Sure enough, Lorel started spluttering, her eyes bulging as she gasped for air. Ron grabbed her and pulled her to him, eyes closed in relief. It was then Lisa realized what Ron had lost.

Lisa looked up and watched as he entered. She blushed and looked down when she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Oh, hey," he whispered, noticing her. She smiled and nodded. Pouring himself a glass of pumpkin juice he sat down beside her.

"Are you ok?" he asked carefully. She looked over at him.

"I'm fine really... How's Lorel?" she asked.

"She's sleeping now. She'll be better in the morning," he answered.

"Does she get her bravery from you?"

Ron snorted. "Yeah, right. The only thing she got from me was good reflexes and her appetite," he told her. Lisa watched him carefully.

"Harry told me a little about Triniti. What was she like?"

Ron looked down at his hands. "Triniti was beautiful... like you..."

Lisa blushed and looked away from him. Ron however, kept going.

"She… She was amazing… She was four when it happened… she died right in front of me… of us," he whispered. Lisa could feel her eyes watering as he continued to talk about his daughter. Ron looked up at her.

"When we told Triniti you were pregnant… she was so excited. Of course that got Lorel excited," he said. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'd give anything to have that back."

Lisa bit her lip and just watched him, unsure of the right thing to say. What could you say to a man who had not only lost his wife and children, but was also losing the only other thing that reminded him of what once was? What could you say to a man whose world was crashing down around him? You could comfort him, but what could you say? You could let him wallow in his grief, but then he would burn out… There was only one thing she could think of to say.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Ron stiffened suddenly.

"Don't," he whispered. Lisa frowned.

"Don't what?"

"I don't want pity… especially from you," he murmured.

Lisa reached for him. "Ron, I…"

He got up and headed up the stairs. "Just don't."

"Hey," Hermione whispered, stepping out onto the small balcony that morning. Ron turned and smiled, watching as she shuffled over to him, wrapped in bed sheets. He took her hand and pulled her to his chest, keeping her there. She blushed under his intense look and looked out over the beautiful city. Ron leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"I didn't want to wake you up," he whispered. Hermione smiled and looked up at him.

"Last night was perfect," she replied, running a hand up and down his bare chest. Ron leaned in and kissed her gently. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away and going back inside.

"I'm famished," she said. Ron snorted.

"That's the first time I've heard you say that," he said following her back into the bedroom where she was sitting on the bed, reading the small menu. Ron sat down on the bed behind her and began kissing her shoulders as she tried to decide what to get. She kept groaning and shrugging him off, finding it hard to concentrate with his lips on her.

"Ron, please," she whispered as he began to go up to her neck. Instead, he just wrapped his arms around her, slipping a hand into the sheets that covered her and making her gasp from his touch. She turned to him, fixing him with a solid look.

"Ron, I'm hungry," she said. Ron smiled and continued to kiss her neck, pushing her back onto the bed so that he was on top of her.

"So am I," he whispered. Hermione whimpered as his hands found their way between the sheets and she tried to wiggle away, but Ron's weight on her kept her where she was.

"Ron," she groaned as he pressed himself to her. Ron lifted his head, smirking down at her. He could tell she was having a very hard time putting her thoughts together as he continued his tantalizing onslaught. She gulped, her eyes closed as she tried to retain some form of control. That all disappeared when he pressed himself to her again. She let out a gasp then sighed.

"You were saying," Ron breathed into her ear. She just whimpered, pulling him closer.

"I love you," she whispered.

Ron sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. He closed his eyes, trying to get the images out of his mind.

"Hermione," he whispered. That memory, now just a dream, had been of events almost twelve years ago.

Is that how long it's been? We would have been married for twelve years, he thought. We would have had more… Lorel wouldn't have had to go through this and Triniti…

Getting out of bed, he put on a shirt then grabbed his cloak and pulled his wand out from under his pillow. Disapparating, he appeared in front of a rusted old gate. Looking around, he opened the gate and entered the small cemetery. He walked passed several carved rocks, trying not to think about all the fallen who rested here.

Finally he spotted what he was looking for and stood in front of the stone, eyes trained on the letters.

"Here lies Triniti Bethany Weasley. Beloved daughter. You will always be loved," he read quietly.

He never liked coming here, but yet he often found himself here, reading the same inscription. He had originally avoided the place for obvious reasons, but after a fight with Harry, he had come down by himself. He always came here by himself.

"Only four years old," he whispered, eyes becoming unfocused as the memory of that night began to surface again. His heart clenched in his chest making him gasp as he struggled to breathe.

NO! LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Ron blinked and looked away from the tomb, tears forming in his eyes.

You can't make me chose!

Ron closed his eyes, trying to stop the memory from coming through, but the harder he tried the harder it forced its way to the front.

Tick tock! Tick tock, Weasley. Time is everything. Now, decide!

Ron's eyes widened and the tears came with the even stronger memory.

"NO!" he screamed. A smile appeared on Malfoy's lips.

"Well then... we'll just have to lower the choices shall we?" he said. Hermione's eyes bulged at what he had said. Ron stood stock still.

"What?" Malfoy turned to the death eater holding Triniti and nodded. The death eater took out his wand.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, trying desperately to reach her crying confused daughter, tears streaming down her face. There was a flash of green light and the little girl's lifeless body fell to the ground. In that moment, time stood still. Ron's heart stopped as he saw Triniti's small hand hit the ground, pale. Suddenly her whole life flashed before his eyes. Her birth. Her first step. First word. The first time he ever held her. Her birthday's. Everything... and now... she was gone... Hermione's cries of anguish and heartache came back into focus as reality once again came crashing back into his life.

"NO! YOU BASTARDS! NO!" he screamed, falling to his knees. Lorel started crying louder. Malfoy's smile grew, but it never met his emotionless eyes.

"Now, now, Weasley. You still have four more... that is if you start choosing. I assure you, I know spells that will pinpoint life and destroy it without affecting that thing you call a wife," he sneered. Ron remained on the ground, silent tears running down his face. Hermione's eyes remained on her fallen daughter, silently pleading that this was all a horrific dream. A dream that all of a sudden got much worse.

"CHOOSE WEASLEY!" Malfoy ordered, growing increasingly annoyed. Ron looked up and his eyes met with Hermione's. Her heart broke in that one moment. She saw his helplessness. His fear. And his utter ruin. She looked down and then around, searching for something. Then she saw it. Her wand. It was lying on the ground, ignored. Her eyes then met Ron's again. He could tell what she was thinking and shook his head slightly. She bit her lip, tears cascading down her dirty face.

I'm sorry, she mouthed.

Ron found himself kneeling in front of his daughter's grave, crying and begging for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," he wept. "I'm so sorry..."

A/N: Here it is.

charma10: You're very welcome!

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Cynthia Cacciola: They might? But then again, they might not?

Avanell: We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not obligated to tell you about the other baby.

Dany Granger Weasley: No one ever said that the baby was still alive...

Chapter Tease:

"I... I'm leaving..."