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Chapter 20
Boy Who Lived: Disgrace

"Well, I s'pose this a plus side of having five Healers practically living with you," Harry said in fake amusement as a Healer mended Harry's hand back together. "Bollocks that hurt!" He was lying on the couch, where the Healer had been working on his hand for the better part of an hour. He'd given Harry a potion for the pain and was bandaging up his arm.

"Harry, I told you, it isn't right what these people are sending. It's getting worse," Hermione lectured Harry as she gestured at the group of hateful letters in a pile on the table. "Honestly, we need to figure out what to do about it,"

Harry shook his head. "It's fine, Hermione. There is nothing that can be done,"

The letter that had blown up in Harry's hand was still in a mangled pile of burnt paper and blood near the sink in the kitchen. Harry knew they were getting worse. At first they were just small notes of hateful words. Then there had been a few howlers and threats. Then this, the letter physically turned into a bomb to go off with the touch of Ron or Harry. Thankfully it was small enough to only mangle his hand. The Healer wanted to bring Harry back to St. Mungo's to make sure the skin and muscle would grow back correctly, but Hermione had insisted that Harry not leave the house for a while.

There was a sound from the fireplace and Ginny walked out holding a copy of the Daily Prophet. The fireplace had been magically installed after Ginny had told everyone about her pregnancy. For months everyone had been Apparating to the flat due to the fact that it was too small to really house everyone. Being able to Floo made everything easier and was safer for Ginny's unborn baby. After hearing about Harry's hand, pretty much everyone had stopped by to see how he was doing, but hadn't stayed for long.

"What is it?" Hermione asked nervously when she saw the anger on Ginny's face.

"These boys fucking killed Voldemort. Do you realize that? They saved the bloody world and yet everywhere you look its all, 'Boy-Who-Lived: In love with a Weasley…Ronald Weasley!' and 'Boy Who Lived: Once a Role Model, Disgracing the Wizarding World' and 'Boy Who Lived: In Love with the Wrong Best Friend- It Must be Stopped'!" She'd started pacing and every time she quoted a different headline, her tone would turn even more disgusted and angry. She stopped, breath fast and heavy, face as red as her hair. Her voice changed to nearly a whisper, incredulity lining her words, "After all you've done. After all you're both going through,"

Harry met her eyes and tried to offer comfort through their gaze. "Gin, it's okay. I don't care. I've always had a love-hate relationship with the Wizarding world. They love me and then they hate me and then they love me again. There're more important things than that right now, if you hadn't noticed." He gestured around, to himself, to the rest of the apartment.

"We know, Harry. But now it's putting you in danger. You, Ron, Jen, the baby…it's putting you in danger. And we need to figure something out," Hermione told him, walking to Ginny and putting her arm around the redhead's shoulders.

"I just can't. I can't think about that right now, Hermione. I'm sorry. I'll put a ward around the flat so that no one can reach us unless they already know where we are, but that's all I have the energy to do," Harry told her. He sounded exhausted, dark circles stained under his eyes, thinner than usual, paler than he should have been. His eyes didn't glow anymore and he hadn't smiled a true smile in months.

"We'll take care of it," Ginny promised.

The Healer finished and lectured Harry not to take the bandaging off and to drink the potion every three hours until it was gone. He said his goodbyes to the three of them before departing from the fireplace.

"Why don't you go lie down with Ron, alright?" Hermione suggested. Harry nodded and the girls helped him up and walked him down to Ron's room. A room for Jen had been added to the flat across from Ron and Harry's room. Amanda and Cam had been staying at Amanda's place since everything had been going on, but both still visited each day. They were in Ron's room when Harry entered. They were each sitting on opposite sides of the bed, rubbing Ron's arms and talking to him. Harry was surprised to see Ron awake, as he was usually asleep at this time and since Harry's incident this morning, Ron had been thoroughly worked up so they'd given him a sleeping draught.

"Harry?" Ron asked in his raspy voice, turning his head slowly to look at the door. Hermione and Ginny led their raven-haired friend to the bed and helped Harry in so he could be next to Ron. Ron fussed over Harry's arm for a moment but Harry hushed him lightly and turned the conversation to Cam and Amanda.

"Have you told him?" Harry asked the couple, attempting a smile.

Cam chuckled. "Yeah, we just did,"

Harry looked at Ron. "Excited?"

Ron tried for a smile. "Yeah. About time, isn't it,"

Amanda laughed lightly. "Sorry, dude, we just didn't know what the situation was. Looks like Jen's due any day now, though. Looks like we'll have our little ring bearer after all!"

Jen waddled in just then, big enough to pop. She laughed sweetly and sat down in a chair next to the bed. "Hope I'm not interrupting, I just wanted to check on Harry and I can't seem to stand for longer than a few moments at this point,"

Harry chuckled lightly. "'M fine, thanks Jen. Thank Merlin we've got so many Healers around, between the three of us!"

"I hope your arm is better by the time little man comes," Cam chimed in.

"Yeah, it'll be good as new in a day's time," Harry told him confidently.

"So, Jen, we've got some news! We've finally set a date! A month from this coming Sunday!" Amanda told Jen excitedly.

"Ron better be on his feet by then, he's gotta be my best man," Cam said, rubbing Ron's arm.

"Yeah, cheers, Cam. I'll do what I can," Ron said, his voice so raspy that it sounded like it hurt. Harry mindlessly grabbed Ron's wrist with his good hand and rubbed circles on Ron's skin. He felt Ron relax a little into his touch.

"Well, I'm guessing this guy is gunna be coming in the next couple of days," Jen told them, patting her stomach lightly. "The three of us need to decide on a name," she told Harry and Ron. They nodded lightly. The room fell to a comfortable silence for a while, everyone lost in their thoughts about the following weeks. What would Ron get to see? Would he still be around the following days when the baby would be born? Would he be able to be the best man? Harry put his arm around Ron and pulled him tighter to his side. There were so many questions that no one was sure they'd even want answered.

Change in POV

Well, I made it, love. I didn't get to go to the hospital for your birth, but two days later, they brought you home and I got to hold you. I've never felt happier in any single moment. Harry had sat next to me on the bed, his arm tucked comfortably around me and we stared down at you for what felt like days. I'd never felt more determined to beat my illness than I had at that moment. Naming you had been easy. You looked just like Harry, but with my eyes. Your mother liked the name James because it had been her father's name. I'm sure you know this by now, but it was Harry's father's name, too. You know this as well, but your middle name was decided easily as it was your mother's last name. She had never questioned it, she always wanted you to have my last name. James Alexander Weasley: I may have questioned it a bit before you were born, but from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would turn me into a fit father, if given time. In less than moment you already had me tied around your smallest little finger. I never wanted to let you go. But there's still much more to the story. And so, we will continue…