Chapter 2: Saying Goodbye
A few years later I was standing in a hospital room at St. Mungo's. When me and Harry (my husband) had entered the room the night nurse was on her way out.
"You know he's only hanging on for you." She said and smiled an apologetic smile.
Harry and I were the only ones in our family that hadn't visited yet. I couldn't make myself stop crying long enough to get to the hospital. But as a good husband should be, Harry was there for me. And, together we finally got here. But now I was bawling my eyes out again at what the nurse had said. Harry put his reassuring strong arms around me and I started to calm down enough to look up at him. He just gave me a nod as if he knew what I was going to ask. After a few deep breaths I stepped away from Harry and towards my father. The tears started flowing again, damn those Weasley hormones! It was killing me to see the strongest man I ever knew (besides Harry anyways) wasting away to nothing in that overly white hospital room that I almost turned back, but didn't because I knew Harry would just turn me back.
So, I tried to keep the tears from falling as I crawled up next to him in his bed, according to the monitor his heart was beating at a very unnatural rate. So I knew this had to be goodbye. I would never see him again. But to see him in peace would be so much easier then to see him suffer just because he was waiting for me. I did the only thing that had ever worked on him to do what you wanted. I hugged his limp body and said:
"You can let go now, Daddy. You can let go. Your little girl is ready, to do this on my own. It's gonna be a little bit scary, but I want you to know; I'll be okay now, Daddy, you can let go, you can let go." I cried silently as the slow long beep of the monitor went off. Sooner then you could say "hippogriff" Harry's arms were around me as I cried into his chest.
