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Hey you guys! Sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. I just went back to school on Tuesday and I've been super busy :( Well heres the next chapter! Thanks for all the love! This chapter's from Ron's POV.
They honestly couldn't do anything for her but send her home with an oxygen tank. Stupid muggles. Honestly, they could've at least given her xrays or actually tried to take care of her. She nearly suffocated, for Christ sakes.
She had fallen asleep the minute she put my hand on her stomach. It was as if she felt like she was finally able to relax after an hour of complete misery. It was as if she was exhausted. She had been fighting so hard to live. I've never been more proud of anybody in my life.
Before I could leave, they handed me this dirty device. They said it was a cell phone and that she had recorded video on it. I had no idea what he was talking about. For all I knew, he could have been handing me a bomb or something. I took it hesitantly and walked out of the ambulance. I clutched her sleeping form tightly and prepared for the horrible feeling of apparition, hoping it wouldn't affect her too much.
"Hold on tight, Hermione." I clutched her even tighter and felt her shift against me, about to wake up. "Close your eyes, we're apparating." Soon the feeling of being squeezed through time and space enveloped our bodies. I kept hold of her and landed expertly on the ground. As an auror, I apparated on a daily basis, so landing was no longer a problem for me.
"Mione, you okay?" I asked her tiny form.
"Yes, I'm fine." I opened the front door of my childhood home to be greeted by my deeply concerned mother.
With tears in her voice, she said to Hermione. "Thank God you're alive. Thank God… Thank God…" She took Hermione's face in her hands and kissed her sloppily on the cheek. "I love you so much. I was so scared! We were all so afraid!" Hermione shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.
"Not all of you." Mum's face dropped at her words. She put a hand to her heart and reached out to Hermione.
"What- What do you mean, sweet girl?" She tried to keep her voice even, but was failing miserably. Hermione looked at her in complete awe and hurt. I don't think anybody knew what was going on.
"Arthur? Ginny?" Hermione's voice was cracking with unshed tears. My heart was breaking as I saw her so upset. I shook my head. I turned to George, who had just stepped into the living room.
"George, do you think you could take Hermione upstairs?" He nodded and took her from me.
She scoffed. "I can walk by myself, thank you." There's the Hermione we all know and love, I thought with a smile. Still a bit dizzy, she took a step and immediately swayed, causing everyone in the room to step forward, ready to catch her.
George took her arm and smiled at her. "Just let me help you up the steps." She nodded and they disappeared up the stairs.
I immediately looked at mum with confusion written on my face. "What'd you suppose she meant by 'not all of you?" She shook her head, the same amount of confusion written on her face.
"I-I have no idea, Ron. Maybe she's sort of delusional from the lack of air?" I shook my head.
"No, she'd be okay right now, it's been about an hour since we got her out." Mum looked at my shirt pocket and gestured to it.
"What's that in your pocket?" She asked, curiosity dripping from her voice. I looked and pulled it out. Maybe this could answer why Hermione was acting so strange. It was the cell phone.
"I know what that is!" Mum exclaimed, taking it from me. "She could've recorded something on it!" I just looked over her shoulder in awe as she turned it on and looked through its videos, as if she had had one of these things before. There was one video. It was a thirty minute long video.
I looked at my mother, curiosity getting the better of both of us. She pulled up a chair and told me to sit. With shaking fingers, she pressed play. We were both completely unaware of what we were about to see. I felt sick as I realized what it was we were watching. It was Hermione's last message to us. Tears stung my eyes as I saw how scared she was. How upset she was. I wanted to crawl into the cell phone and give her a hug.
Her soft voice filled our ears as they came out of the tiny speakers of the phone. "My name is Hermione Weasley." She took a quivering breath. "I'm 29 years old. My husband-" She paused for a second and swallowed roughly, a small sob escaping her cracked lips. My heart broke as I saw tears in her eyes. "My husband's name is Ronald Weasley." Even after 6 years of being married to her, my heart still fluttered when she said my name.
"We live on 423, Angelwood Drive, just outside of London." My brow furrowed in confusion. That wasn't our address. We lived on 424 Eaglewind Drive. Hermione was never one to forget things like that. She knew our address like she knew her name. Why would she suddenly not remember it?
She suppressed a sob and continued. "Just please make sure this gets to him. I'd really appreciate it." George walked in at that moment and looked at us. We both had tears in our eyes, my mother sobbing openly.
"She's asleep. I gave her a dreamless sleep potion. I figured she'd probably have nightmares about it, so I took care of it. Whatcha watching?" I shook my head and turned back to the small device. Hermione had started to talk again.
"I'm not sure why they did this to me, but I'm 90% sure I didn't deserve it." Tears pouring out of her eyes, she suppressed a sob and continued. "I've been buried alive about 10 feet underground. I now have 45 minutes of air left. I'm going to die here because nobody believes me when I tell them where I am. Not even Arthur believes me." I think all of our hearts broke simultaneously at that moment.
It was at that second that my father walked into the room, followed by Ginny, who was helping somebody I thought I'd never see again. Somebody I knew to be dead.
Harry Potter.