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Chapter 3
Recovering
"How are you m'boy?" Arthur Weasley asked his youngest son, pulling him in for a hug. Ron and Harry had just arrived at the Burrow where the whole family was gathered. They were in the kitchen with his parents while the rest of the family and Hermione were in the front room.
"'M fine, thanks, dad," Ron assured his father. He turned to look for Harry and saw that his mother had him wrapped in a Molly Weasley tight hug. He smiled gently and walked over to them, putting a hand on his mother's back gently. She pulled away from the hug with Harry and looked up at Ron. Her eyes were watery like she was about to cry, but Ron knew she'd never actually let tears form in front of her children. She quickly gathered Ron into a hug and he chuckled. "Mum, I'm fine,"
"Ronald Weasley let me be your mother," she told him firmly, pulling him tighter in her arms. Ron watched over her head as his father gave Harry a small hug and pat on the back and exchanged gentle conversation with him.
When they finally retreated back to the front room, each of the family members said their 'hello's and 'how are you holding up's before Ron finally said, "We're starved. Can we eat, by chance?" so that he and Harry could stop being coddled, knowing full well that Harry, just like him, only wanted things to be normal. Harry had given Ron a appreciative look before heading to sit at the table with everyone else.
"So, I made the team! For the Hollyhead Harpies!" Ginny announced as everyone tucked into the meal. She winked at Ron, letting him know that she understood that they didn't want to focus on the obvious and was intentionally changing the subject. Ron smiled gratefully. Everyone congratulated her and after that the family fell back to its comfortable, normal dinner routine.
Later that night when Harry and Ron got back to their flat, their spirits had risen. They had needed family and normalcy. They played a game of wizard's chess before heading to bed, both satisfied with the night.
The next day, Ron woke to find that Harry wasn't in bed. He put on his slippers and left their room, going to see if Harry was in the kitchen. On his way down the hall, he noticed that the nursery door was open. He walked in quietly and found Harry sitting in the rocking chair, staring at the place where the crib had sat before Ron had taken it to the attic. The room was empty except for the chair and a few pictures of Ron and Harry hanging on the walls. One was from their wedding day, one was at a Quidditch match, and one was at a Ministry Christmas party.
Ron walked over to Harry and pulled on his arm to stand up. Once Harry stood, Ron sat in the chair and pulled Harry down to sit on his lap. He rocked back and forth a few times. They stayed in the room for nearly an hour, silence settled comfortably as they both imagined their little Lily and what their life could have been like with her. After a while, Harry sighed heavily. There wasn't discontent in the sigh, just wonder and hope. Ron smiled briefly, allowing himself to realize that they would be trying again. They would find a way to have a child. Because all the hurt in the world was worth it, even for just those two days they'd had with their little Lily. They would try again and again until they got a baby. Because all they wanted was a child. And if there was one thing that Ron knew all the way to the deepest parts of his heart, it was that someday, they would have one.