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Chapter 19
Another bout of Treatments

"We're going to have little ones the same age, you know," Ginny told Harry matter-of-factly. He chuckled and put an arm lazily over her shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess that's true. Congratulations, Gin," he told her, his tone easy and content.

"You too, Harry." Ginny returned. She looked down at the pile of letters on the counter. She picked one up and eyed it curiously. She opened it and gasped.

You sick bastards. You should burn in hell for what you are.

"Harry, what the hell?" Ginny asked incredulously, dropping the piece of parchment paper as though it physically burned her. Harry shook his head and made a face that said, 'what can you do?' He shrugged and said, "Yeah, we get those a lot. People can't handle two men in love, I s'pose,"

"Harry, that's awful! I can't belie-" Ginny started to say but was interrupted by a yell from the bathroom.

"Bloody fucking hell!" Hermione yelled.

"Merlin she's been around Ron for too long," Ginny muttered under her breath before she followed Harry swiftly to the bathroom.

Harry's heart dropped into his stomach. Ron was passed out on the bathroom floor, the toilet full of sick. He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath before reaching down and grabbing his partner. He carried him back into the bedroom and laid the redhead down on the bed. Jeremy came into the room, quick yet calm, and started to examine Ron, glancing every few seconds expectantly at the door. It didn't take long for one of the Healers to enter and Jeremy's body seemed to relax slightly. It hadn't yet been a fortnight since the first treatment and Ron had seemed to be getting better.

"This is just his body reacting to the backlash of the treatment. This is why we have to do so many treatments. We do some magic and it fixes his brain for a while, then his brain will go back to how it was and will backlash with a vengeance because it'll try to make up for lost time. The more we do treatments, the less his brain will remember how to go back to this place. I need to get in touch with other Healers. I'm no longer confident that one treatment per month is enough," the Healer explained to Jeremy, allowing Harry to take it all in as well.

Harry tried to control his breathing and think only positive thoughts as he stroked the side of Ron's face, squeezing the redhead's hand tightly.


"They want to do them every two weeks for now," Jeremy told Hermione quietly. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to Ron, running a cold washcloth over his forehead. Jeremy stood next to the bed behind Hermione, his hands massaging her shoulders as her bed leaned against his stomach. His American accent calmed her, as did his presence. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head lightly. She sniffled and he leaned down again to kiss the side of her forehead. "I'm sorry, babe,"

"I can't believe this is all happening. What if it doesn't work, Jeremy? He's going to be a dad. He's supposed to be a dad!" Hermione let a few tears fall before wiping at them angrily. Jeremy knelt down and lined their faces up. He put his hands on the sides of her face and wiped her eyes gently with the pads of his thumbs. He kissed her lightly.

"He will be, sweetie. I promise you,"


Ron felt awkward about the fact that he was awake for such an intimate moment, so he pretended to still be asleep while Jeremy comforted Hermione quietly. He should have guessed that pairing would happen and found that he was quite happy two such amazing people had found one another. Harry had walked in rather abruptly and had stood in an awkward, torn sort of way by the door while he tried to determine if entering or running away would have been the right choice. In the end, he entered and cleared his throat, walking to the opposite side of the bed and leaning down to check on Ron.

Surprised, Hermione had gasped lightly, whispered a quick apology and then had walked out slowly, her hand securely in Jeremy's. Harry chuckled to himself and Ron thought it appropriate to finally show that he was awake, opening his eyes slowly to find Harry's and then offering a slightly questioning smile. Harry chuckled again and leaned down to give Ron a small kiss.

"Awake the whole time, I gather?" Harry asked, amused.

"Unfortunately. Bit awkward, I'll admit," Ron confessed.

"Yeah, they've been close for a while now. He makes her happy though," Harry explained as he grabbed a shirt and sweatpants for Ron to change into.

"Well that's good, I s'pose, isn't it? They're both brilliant," Ron offered and Harry nodded in agreeance. Ron waited a moment and let Harry help him change his clothes. "More treatments?"

Harry noted the attempt at hidden nervousness in the redhead's tone. "Yeah, love. I'm sorry. It's just a process, though, and once it's done it'll be gone,"

Ron didn't want to voice his biggest question. It had been hard enough to hear Hermione ask it. What could Harry say? How could he answer? He couldn't. So Ron let the question disappear, never to muttered from his own lips. His heart couldn't stop asking it, though, over and over. What if it doesn't work?

The Healers all arrived the next day and Ron and Harry were ready for the treatment this time. They were in bed again, Ron between Harry's legs and Harry against the head of the bed. They both knew that this was going to be a common occurrence in their near futures and were ready for it. Six months, though, wasn't enough time. Ron was still sick.


Six Months Later:

The birth of his child inched nearer and nearer, and Ron had resigned himself to the idea of never meeting him.

"Please," Ron sat on the sofa next to Harry, turned so that they could face each other. Ron was pale again, the brightness once again lost from his red hair.

"Ron," Harry begged, his tone defeated, his face screwed up and matching his tone.

"Please, Harry. Merlin knows I probably won't last another month until he's born. I need you to promise me you'll be his father," Ron's voice, strong and determined, contradicted his frail body and sunken face.

Harry felt a tear slide down his cheek, but he lifted his chin higher and stared directly into Ron's eyes, allowing the redhead to see the pain and defeat that Harry felt. "Of course I will, Ron. As far as I'm concerned I am one of his fathers. Especially since he's a part of you. But I won't be his only father, Ron,"

Ron shook his head aggressively, his demeanor giving away that he was frustrated. "I can't count on that, Harry,"

"I can."


Change in POV

I'm sorry about all of this. I thought that maybe by me telling you this story, you would be able to understand what all had happened. I thought maybe it would help you come to terms with losing a parent. I guess now, I'm thinking maybe this story is a bit too much for you. Son, I just need you to know that I love you.

I'm sorry for all that you have had to go through, all that happened before you were even born. You deserved both of your parents to be alive through your life. I know that you consider Harry your father and you know no different, but I guess I feel responsible that all of your parents weren't able to be around for your life.

I'll continue this story until it's end, simply because at this point, I think you deserve it. I know that I'd sort of given up and I know I'd resigned myself to the idea that the disease would take my life. That doesn't mean I ever loved you any less, though, I've loved you with my whole heart since the moment your mother told me about you; since the moment I first touched her stomach and felt you beneath it. No True Love Story is happy, though, my child. So I'll continue this story to keep it alive. I'll continue this story to bring some happiness to my love story. This love story isn't just about Harry and I. It's about you and I as well. Because I do love you, son. And I always will.