Chapter 16

Things were starting to look awfully tough for my family and to be honest no one truly knew what was going to happen with anyone directly in the family. Not only did we get prayers from our own family members, we got tons of post saying that we were everyone else's prayers. Our family name was splattered all over the Daily Prophet, but what's new? For once our name was in there as a positive and not a negative, but Harry probably took care of that.

It was now October thirty-first, Bridget's nineteenth birthday, and yet Adora still had not come too. There was a lot of pressure on her brain and every treatment that had been given to her wasn't working. Everyone tried making Bridget's birthday a happy time, but this also meant that her parents had been dead for nineteen years too. The way things were looking right now, it didn't look as if Adora would make it much longer either.

"Have you seen Ronald lately?" Arabella asked Bridget as she was knitting a sweater, taking a page out of Molly Weasley's book.

"No," Bridget shook her head cooking dinner. "I still kind of feel guilty about Oliver and I going out to Puerto Rico…"

"You guys were taking a long awaited honeymoon and you only were gone for a few days because you were driving your husband insane."

"I know," Bridget blushed. "I have known for a month now and it is still weird to think that Oliver is actually my husband and that the nightmare that was Blaise is finally over."

"And dead…" Arabella pointed out.

"How is Ron?"

"Tore up, he's been staying with Molly and Arthur though."

"I expected that."

"Why are you cooking?"

"Roselyn and you need dinner tonight…"

"It is your birthday sweetheart."

"Also the anniversary of my parents death."

"Don't think about that," Arabella sighed.

"Mummy!" Roselyn came running in the house covered in dirt.

"Roselyn Mae Black!" Arabella yelled, "What did I tell you about getting filthy?"

"Desi threw dirt at me."

"Oh Merlin," Arabella rolled her eyes. "Stay right there, you are getting a bath." Arabella put her knitting down, "Watch Roselyn, I have to go deal with a demon child."

"She did it again!" Susan yelled eyes livid.

"Yes," Arabella sighed. "But I bathed all three of them.

"Desdemona!" Susan said turning to her step-daughter, "What did I tell you about throwing dirt."

"Shut up bad lady!"

Susan waved her wand and the child was eating soap again, "What did I tell you about your mouth? You might have gotten away with talking like that around your mother, but with your father and me you will not talk like that. Where is Breeanna?"

"Here Mummy," Bree said from hiding behind the couch.

"Come here Roselyn," Susan motioned and then waved her wand and the soap was out of Desi's mouth. "Now apologize to Bree and Rose."

"No," Desi snapped.

"Do you want more soap?"

"No."

"Then apologize, now."

"I sorry, Bree and Rosie."

"Where is Lily?" Bridget asked walking into the living room.

"With Draco, I had just came to pick up the girls after they play date with Lily. I see that Desi has been bad again so she gets on desert again tonight after dinner."

Desi's eyes fell, and Susan sighed. She honestly did not know what to do with this child. All she knew was to be evil and Susan was trying, really trying. Draco and Susan were tired, very tired. With the goings on with Adora and trying to raise now three little girls, things were a bit insane. Desi had never had a bed time, so she was also fighting that.

Susan bent down to Desi's level, "If you are good all night until dinner, I will give you a small desert."

Desi's eyes lit up.

"But that means you can not pester the baby or fight with Bree for the rest of the night, okay?"

"Yes," Desi nodded.

Nicole and Nicholas Potter had been born on September twenty-ninth, and those twins were all over the Daily Prophet. There were many more enchantments put over the Potter house to ensure the safety of the twins, Ginny, James, and Harry. James would huff and puff when the babies started crying, but he was starting to get the big brother thing down now. Ginny was more tired then ever, three children all under the age of two…she was defiantly insane. James would be two in two months and he was already hitting his terrible twos.

"Ginny dear?" Harry asked as he walked in the door from work, his face was finally healed up from the battle that they had just been in a month ago. Adora did get the worst of all, but Harry had been pretty banged up.

"Yes?" She asked as she was feeding the twins, while James was eating finger foods in his highchair.

"You look tired.

"Exhausted," Ginny sighed. "Thank Merlin for Dobby, he has really helped me out with feeding the twins."

"Dobby is happy to help Harry Potter's little woman," Dobby smiled as he feed baby Nicholas and Ginny fed baby Nicole.

"Bath time and then bed, correct?"

"Thank Merlin," Ginny smiled. "How was your day?"

"Horrible. Have you gone by to see Adora?"

"Not today," Ginny shook her head. "Why?"

"She's getting worse," Harry said walking to the stove to serve himself dinner and fixing Ginny a plate. She could warm it up with her wand after she finished feeding Nicole.

"Oh no," Ginny sighed.

"I went to see her during lunch, your mum was there. She sent Ron home and Arabella couldn't go by today either. The pressure in her brain is getting worse, they are sure that blood will start to enter her brain soon. Nothing is working," Harry sighed as he stuffed his face.

"I'm sorry love."

"I don't know what I'll do if I lose her too."

"I don't know what Ron will do," Ginny said as she turned Nicole around to burp her.

"Good question, Merlin help us all."

"How is she doing?" Healer Judd asked as she walked into the room to check Adora's vital signs.

"Still laying there," Molly Weasley sighed as she looked up from her knitting. "Hasn't changed at all that I know of."

The Healer nodded, "To be expected."

'Where am I?' Adora asked but it was only in her head, no one else could hear her. 'Why does my head hurt so much? Who's voice is that?'

"Let me check her vitals and I'll be gone again."

"How is she doing?" Ron asked walking back in.

"Ron!" Molly turned, "I thought I told you to go home and get some rest."

"No change," the Healer sighed as she walked out of the room again.

'Ron! Oh Ron, why does my head hurt so much?'

Ron sat down in the seat beside her hospital bed, "Adora I'm back. Sorry I left, Mum made me."

"He needed his sleep," Molly threw her two knuts on.

'I miss you,' Adora sighed.

"You need to wake up Adora," Ron said taking her hand into his. "We all miss you, your family comes by everyday. We all miss you."

'I am trying to wake up, don't give up on me Ron.'

"You have to wake up because you need to start planning our wedding. Mum and Arabella have promised to help you out along with Bridget, Ginny, and Sadie. Hell, I'll help you out too and you know how horrible I am at planning things. Think the only thing I did right was propose to you."

'I love you for just the way you are. I want to wake up, I want to start planning our wedding. I want to marry you Ronald Weasley. I want to start my life with you and our family. I want to wake up to you everyday. I love you.'

"Mummy!"

"Not again," Susan threw her face into her hands.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Breeanna came running into the room.

"Desi stop it," Susan said standing in front of Bree.

"No!" Desi screamed.

"Fine," Bridget shrugged and waved her wand. The little girl now had mittens tapped around her hands and couldn't throw fire at Breeanna anymore.

"No!" Desi screamed.

Susan bent down to Desi's level, "I told you not to throw fire at your sister."

"She not my sisser!"

"If you don't stop screaming you are going down for a nap, again."

Desdemona stuck her hands out and then pouted when fire didn't come out.

"See Auntie Bridget helped me out, no more fire."

"Not my auntie, never."

"Fine," Susan sighed. "Go outside and play, and no more fighting."

"Mr. Weasley?" The Healer asked as he knocked on the door.

"Yes sir," Ron nodded as the Healer entered the door.

"You are Miss Potter's fiancé, correct?"

"Yes I am."

"You know how we have been running many test on Miss Potter to try to find out what is wrong and why she has not woken up yet."

"Yes."

"Through all the tests, I do have some good news of all of this."

"Adora should be waking up soon."

"I hope so Mr. Weasley."

Ron frowned, "If that's not the good news then what is?"

"Miss Adora is pregnant."

Ron's eyes bugged out, "Wa….what?!"

"I'm sorry that no one has told you yet. I had ordered a nurse to tell you the day after Miss Potter was here."

"This is absurd, but…but…

"What's wrong Ronald?" Molly Weasley asked as she walked into Adora's hospital room, "I heard you yelling from outside. What in Merlin's name is going on in here?"

"They were suppose to tell me this a month ago…this…this is ridiculous! Why the hell wouldn't you tell me this last month?!"

"What?" Molly asked totally perplexed.

"Adora is pregnant."

"Oh Merlin," Molly said falling back into a chair against the wall. "How far along is she?"

"Three months now."

"What about her coma, does that take any risk to the baby?"

"As long as we don't give her any certain medications, but the blood level is building on her brain and we are afraid we will have to use a medication to take the pressure off that could risk the life of the baby."

"Oh Merlin," Ron sighed. "When will we know for sure?"

"A few days, but I will keep you updated."

"Where am I?" Adora Aimee Potter asked as she was walking down a very familiar walkway.

"Where do you think you are?" Came a familiar voice, but she hadn't heard this voice in a long time.

"Cassie?" Adora asked smiling as she turned around to see her very great grandmother, Cassandra Gryffindor.

"Hello love."

"Okay, why am I here now?" Adora asked as they were walking towards the Gryffindor Common Room, the hallway looked familiar because they were in Hogwarts castle.

"I think you know why love."

"I'm dying," Adora spoke with tears coming down her face. "Ron will never see me alive again…"

"There is a possibility that you could come out of this."

"Anything," Adora's eyes filled up with tears as she looked at her great grandmother with hope.

"You have to fight my love."

"But I am fighting. I have been fighting as much as I can, with all the will power I have."

Then a little boy of scarlet red, bushy hair and brown eyes. He ran down the corridor, chasing a girl about his age with straight raven black hair with brilliant green eyes.

"Who are they?" Adora asked as she watched the two bicker.

"Gryffindor future."

"Bryan Ronald Weasley!" The girl with the long raven colored hair screamed, "Stop it!"

"Never!" He laughed, a laugh that was too familiar to Adora, it was Ron's laugh.

"Stop it now," another girl with raven black hair and brilliant green eyes stepped out of no where.

"You are no fun Prefect Roselyn," Bryan said sticking his tongue out at her.

"Roselyn?" Adora's eyes bulged, "She's beautiful."

"Isn't she?" Cassandra smiled, "Her mother's daughter but plenty of Sirius in her."

"If you don't leave poor Nicole alone, you know your Uncle Harry will be on your case again."

Adora turned back to Cassandra, "Harry and Ginny have a daughter?"

"Shh!" Cassandra hissed as they continued to watch the children in the Hogwarts hallway.

"Uncle Harry won't do anything to me."

"But I will," an older Adora Potter said stepping out of a corner.

"Mum!" Bryan's eyes got huge and he stood perfectly still.

"Mum?!" Adora hissed as she looked at her future son.

"Shh!" Cassandra hissed once more as they continued to watch.

"What did I tell you about chasing poor Nicole? You never listen, do you?"

"Mum…"

"No Bryan, ten points from Gryffindor."

"No! We are so close to the end of the year and we are neck and neck with Slytherin."

"You should have thought about that before you started chasing after Nicole, why do you still chase her?"

"I told you a million times before," Bryan shrugged. "She screams the loudest."

"The fact that I am beating him for smartest in our class," Nicole pointed out sticking her nose out.

"I will beat you," Bryan growled.

"Bryan please," Adora sighed. "Leave Nicole alone or I will get your cousins Nicholas and James after you. You know how protective they are over Nicole."

"If she doesn't say something I will," Roselyn pointed out.

"They will believe me over you Rose."

"Not with me backing her up," another blonde girl stepped out of the shadows.

"And me," a little redhead around Bryan's age pointed out with brilliant green eyes.

"You girls always gang up on me."

"No we just stick together," Nicole smiled. "Roselyn, Breeanna, Lily, Elizabeth, Bethany, and me."

"That's Breeanna and Lily?" Comatose Adora asked Cassandra.

"Yes," she smiled. "They are all beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes," Adora nodded as they went back to watching the children and a future Professor Adora Potter.

"Too many girls in the family and not enough boys," Bryan pouted.

Next thing Adora knew was that Adora and Cassie were in Gryffindor Common Room alone.

"That little boy you saw…"

"That demon child you mean," Adora shook her head. "Holy crap, he's horrible."

"He is a handful, but you love him unconditionally. He has your brains, but defiantly takes after Ron and Harry's trouble making."

"I'll never see him, I'm dying Cassie. The pressure in my brain is building, I heard the Healer. Bryan will never be born…"

"Adora my love, you are pregnant with him right now."

"What?!" Adora looked down as she put her hands upon her abdomen.

"There is pressure against your brain, but if they give you the medication that they are planning to give you will kill him. You will never see him…"

"That might be a good thing," Adora pointed out. "He never leaves that poor girl alone."

"You will love him more than anything Adora. That medication will kill your baby but save you."

"So I should stay comatose pregnant?"

"No you have to fight."

"I am!"

"Fight like you have never fought before. Fight for yourself, for Ron, for Bryan, and for your life with the both of them. If you don't fight then the both of you will die and that will break Ron's heart more than anything."

"I never heard the Healer say I was pregnant."

"Everyone knows. The Healer told both Ron and Molly, your entire family knows.

Adora and Cassie were somewhere else, but there was Bryan again.

"Mummy, Mummy I did it!" A three year old ran towards a glowing Adora Potter.

"You did it sweetheart, I am so proud of you! Do it again for Daddy."

"Let me see it Bryan," Ron walked into the room.

Bryan squinted at a ball across the room and it began to float and fly across the room.

"That's my boy!" Ron said picking up the toddler and spinning around, "We are so proud of you!"

Adora and Cassie were in the same house, but years later.

"Mum, Mum I did it!" A teenage version of Bryan came running into the room with something in his hand and a piece of parchment.

"What love?" A middle aged Adora turned around from the stove.

"I made Head Boy!" Bryan said showing his mother the badge and the piece of parchment, "I made Head Boy!"

"Oh love!" Adora said hugging her only son, "I am so proud of you. I love you so very much."

"I love you too Mum, I love you too."

Comatose Adora turned to Cassie, "I get the point. He will be the light of my life," she smiled proudly. "I think I am ready to go back."

"You are going to fight?"

"Yes," Adora nodded. "For my baby and me."

There was a knock on the door again and Oliver chuckled, "You know we will never really have a decent honeymoon with her?"

"What are you talking about?" Bridget asked looking at her husband in bed as they were both nude and in the mood. "We were gone for three weeks on our honeymoon. Now we are back and she is just excited to have us back."

"Speak for yourself, she hates me."

"Briijet!" Roselyn yelled as she banged on the bedroom door.

"Coming sweetheart," Bridget said getting out of bed and wrapping her robe around her.

"No!" Oliver moaned, "If you will be quiet she will go away after a while."

"Oliver!" Bridget hissed, "That is my little cousin."

"Briijet!" Roselyn yelled again, "I can not find Mummy or Uncle Reemie!"

"Coming sweetheart," Bridget said walking to the door and turned to Oliver. "Put your robe on."

"Fine."

Bridget opened the door and saw her little cousin with tears falling down her face, "Come here sweetheart." Bridget put the three year old on her hip and walked back into the room to sit on the bed with Oliver.

"I don't know where Mummy is."

"I am sure she is out with your Uncle Remus doing birthday shopping for you."

"You know what today is?"

"Yes, I do sweetheart."

"What?" Roselyn sniffled.

"Your birthday, today you are three years old."

"Yes I am," Roselyn said smiling from ear to ear. "So you think Mummy went to get my birthday presents with Uncle Reemie?"

"Yes sweetheart. Your birthday party is tonight."

"I know, I now three years old!" She said excitedly as she showed with her fingers, "It's this many!"

"Wow!" Oliver said as he looked surprised, "You get old kid."

"No!" She yelled, "You old!"