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Chapter 38
Hermione rushed into St. Mungo's, instantly heading to the emergency ward. She sucked in a breath when she saw Harry, haphazardly dressed and sitting in a padded chair in the waiting area. His head was in his hands; fingers resting near his hairline.
"H-Harry?" Hermione whispered, apparently loud enough for Harry to hear her a few meters away. He stood and closed the distance between them, quickly enveloping his best friend in his arms. Hermione hugged him tightly back, while more tears spilt from her eyes.
"Harry?" She asked, terrified of what her childhood friend would tell her. He squeezed her a little tighter, before releasing her from the hold, and instead, rested his hands on her upper arms.
"He's alive," Harry uttered.
Hermione's mind raced to consider how serious the situation was if the first thing Harry told her was that Ron was alive.
"Here, let's sit down…"
Hermione's stomach continued to clench with concern as Harry led her over to the padded chairs. The room was empty, as it was the middle of the night. Their steps were soft on the tile floor. She sat, dazed. Her eyes stared at Harry, wide with worry.
Harry wiped his face, clearly still tired from being woken in the middle of the night; added on was the stress and fear about his best friend.
"They don't know the full extent yet, but, what we do know is he was hit by some curse. They said he was thrown into a wall, with debris falling on him as well," Hermione gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.
"Oh, Ron!" She saw the water pool in her eyes, before streaming down her face.
"I know. It's…it's really bad Hermione. The healer came out a few moments before you got here. He said there's broken bones everywhere. His ribs, a few fractures in his arms; one of his legs they said was completely shattered. They will have to remove the shards littering it, and then regrow the bone. His spine's what they're worried about the most... The organs are bruised, some are punctured… But," Harry took a deep breath, pausing to shake his head not believing any of this was real. Breathing deeply once more, he grounded himself for the final bit of information he was told.
"He hasn't woken since he was brought here. They said his vitals were fluctuating rapidly..." Harry reached over and covered one of Hermione's hands.
"They're unsure if he'll make it to the morning," Harry whispered, moving his glasses shakily as he wiped a tear from his eye.
Hermione's jaw clenched as she sucked in a tight breath. It was almost as if her lungs were shutting down; her body forgetting how to systematically function. She shuddered as an aching sob tore through her. Harry sniffled, and went forward to hold the witch. She let the anguish come completely undone, then. Letting all the hurt, pain, and torment come out on the shoulder of the raven-haired man.
...
Time passed slowly, but, eventually her tears lessened, and her sobs retreated to only hiccups. She laid her head on Harry's shoulder, as he cradled her with one arm around her body.
A distant ding came from down the corridor, alerting that another magical folk had Flooed to St. Mungo's. Hermione heard the cries echoing in the empty space, coming closer toward them. As they came into view, Charlie was rushing toward the pair seated in the waiting area. He was carrying his niece, who was sobbing in his hold. Her dummy perched just on the tip of her lips, ready to fall at any sudden movement. He had wrapped her in a blanket and packed inside was one of her dinosaur stuffed toys.
Hermione sat up straighter, as Charlie approached them, a terrified look on his face.
"Is he..." He asked dismally over the tot's wails.
"He's alive," Harry filled in, which Hermione was extremely grateful for.
Charlie blew a breath of relief. Adjusting the tot in his hold. Rose wept more, turning to see her Mum sitting below her. As soon as she processed the thought, the tot scrambled to release herself from the confines of the article, dropping her dummy in the folds of it, and reached her arms out to Hermione desperately.
"Mum-mummy!" Rose hiccupped falling further into her leaning away from Charlie.
Hermione instantly reached up and retrieved her daughter, who snatched to her mum's body, clinging tightly to her. Once settled, Charlie handed her the blanket which she wrapped around the child's body. Taking the dummy, she placed it back into her mouth, as her cries became nonexistent and her breathing mellowed out.
"Sorry about that. I tried to get her to calm down, but, she wasn't having it. Stubborn little sprog she is," Charlie chuckled, growing grim as the moments passed.
"Do Mum and Dad know?" He asked the pair, wondering why the room was so empty. Hermione looked up from kissing Rose's soft, ginger curls; breathing in her comforting scent. She hadn't had the time to wonder why the Weasleys weren't there. She turned to face Harry, seeking the answer as well.
Harry swallowed and looked guilty.
"Well, I was notified as Ron's emergency contact. It happened a while ago... he didn't want his parents to be the first ones to know if something happened to him. Anyways, I thought Hermione should be the first to know. I was going to contact the rest of them after things settled a bit. Thank Merlin, Ginny's at an event, or she would have known when I did," Harry explained.
"I suppose now's as good of a time as ever to notify them," Harry commented, slipping his arm from around Hermione's shoulders and pacing away to send the Patronus.
Charlie blew a loud breath and slowly sat in the seat next to Hermione. Rose seemed to jump in Hermione's hold as she was startled by the noise in her partial sleep. Hermione made calming sounds and whispered that is was alright, rocking her soothingly.
But, it was not alright. Ron was hurt -badly hurt- so much so, that they weren't sure if he'd survive. Hermione had to wonder why they had it so difficult while others seemed to have it so much smoother.
The sitting pair glanced toward the double doors labeled emergency ward as a loud commotion bustled when a bell sounded off, muffled, behind the boundaries. Hermione held onto Rose tighter then, allowing a few more tears to fall while her daughter wasn't watching. Charlie seemed to be holding his breath as he stared at the doors with intensity. After a few moments, the bell stopped.
Hermione hadn't a clue what that meant, but, she tried to think only positive thoughts. That Ron would make it through; that he would keep his promise and always come back to his girls.
...
The Weasley family arrived in bunches when they received the notification. Harry took the lead and told everyone what he knew. Gasps and cries were spread around the waiting area. Charlie left to go help his family in any way he could. Hermione stayed. Eyes trained on the floor, her lips hovering over her daughter's forehead. Tears slipped from her eyes every so often. She let them spill, not bothering to wipe them from her face.
"Oh, Hermione!"
The witch managed to glance up, viewing the Weasley matriarch shuffling toward her with a red, tear stained face. Molly took the seat beside her, placing a kiss to her temple, and lacing an arm around the witch's shoulders.
"You're back! And Rosie. I missed you both so much, dear," Molly whispered, noticing the sleeping child resting against Hermione's chest.
Hermione attempted a slight smile, failing by only pressing her lips together heard to prevent another sob from escaping.
"Why did you leave again? What happened, love?" Molly probed, wanting to focus on something other than her son's condition; knowing that if she set her thoughts on that, she wouldn't be able to go on.
"Molly, this isn't the time," Harry scolded gently, yet, having his full presence of an Auror.
Hermione reached up and wiped a falling tear. Molly watched the witch and nodded her head.
"You're right. We should be focused on..." The matriarch broke into sobs again. After seeing this, Arthur quickly paced over and helped Molly up and away from Hermione and Harry.
Harry glanced over to Hermione, her head still tucked, eyes closed, giving a kiss to her daughter's hairline. He slipped from Ginny, who came immediately at Harry's Patronus, whispering something to her, before she nodded, and went to her family. Harry sighed as he sat beside her once again.
"How are you holding up?" Harry whispered, although the family seemed to be occupying the other parts of the room instead of listening in on their conversation.
Hermione swallowed. Harry knew she was hardly keeping it together, but, wanted to know how he could help.
"I just wish we would have an update or something by now. I feel like we've been waiting forever," she mumbled.
Harry nodded, understanding what she was feeling.
"He'll pull through, Hermione. He's strong. And... he has something to fight for." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Hermione nodded, and once again leaned her head against Harry's shoulder, internally wishing that it was currently the man she was in love with, instead of her surrogate brother.
…
The family waited. Hours passed. Each member was dealing with their stress differently. Bill and Fleur stayed together, whispering to each other in some corner chairs. Ginny and Percy helped Molly and Arthur. She often took them for walks, or she would put a comforting arm around Molly as she wept, and Arthur left by himself. Hermione knew Ginny would have preferred to be with Harry, as worried as they both were. But, Harry must have told her that he needed to do this for Hermione, which Ginny understood.
Percy mainly stayed in the room, often looking like he was unsure what to do the entire time while dealing with his parents. George might have been the most heartbreaking of them all, as he sat alone, hands clasped, and staring hard at the ground; Angelina sitting a few chairs away from him, or comforting the other family members. Sometimes he would get up and walk out. Not uttering a word the entire time, but, always returning to the seat with two empty ones beside him. But, to Hermione it was Charlie. He began pacing in a repetitive line, ruffling his hair in the process. This annoyed Hermione more than she could say, but, she couldn't voice a word, realizing it's just what Ron did when he was worried about something.
Percy made rounds to get food for the family, and tea. Although, no one really had an appetite. If they did eat, it was just a nibble or two. Rose woke later than her usual time. She fussed and was puzzled to see her entire family in one room that wasn't the Burrow. Harry suggested she see some other family members to give Hermione some time, which she used to change and wait some more. Rose played with her uncles and aunts, going for walks, George even plucked the tot and took her to get a few biscuits; something that Hermione would never allow that early in the morning. As much as they tried, Rose just wanted to be snuggled and held. She hadn't a care about whatever else they tried. The tot always seemed to end up back with her mum, sensing something was off.
Nine hours later, two healers came out to introduce themselves to the family. The woman, Healer Driscoll, and the man, Healer Croft. They were teamed on Ron's case since it was so extensive.
"We'd like to speak with the Weasley family," Healer Croft spoke. He must have been in his seventies or eighties, tall and lean, with a small amount of white hair poking out from beneath his surgical cap. He peered out to see the mass of red haired people, save for the few who married into the family, and the brunette witch sitting with the raven-haired man.
"Well, they're all Weasleys, you see. Except for us… I'm his best friend, and this is his… girlfriend, and the mother of their daughter," Harry explained to the healer; considering that 'girlfriend' just wasn't enough to explain the relationship and bond between Ron and Hermione. The family gathered closer.
"Oh. In that case, we have an update on Ronald Weasley," He turned to look at the other healer. She looked as if she was in her fifties; her hair was in a muggle pixie cut with lightly greying hair threaded through her black locks. She was shorter than Healer Croft, but, just as thin. She wore spectacles that she removed when she began speaking.
"Ron has been through a massive amount of trauma. He is alive, which was not guaranteed when he came to us in the early hours this morning. We mended over twenty bones, and thirteen organs. They will all be sore for some time, but, should be able to fully heal. We were able to stop all internal bleeding after a few scares… His leg that took the majority of the hit was completely shattered. We removed all the bone fragments, leaving no bones left there. They will have to be regrown, which is quite a long process and not a pleasurable one either. It will grow back rather quickly, but, the time it takes to strengthen and go back to normal activity could be months... We've healed several damaged vertebrae in his lower spine but, won't know the full effectiveness of the treatment until..." Healer Driscoll stopped then, taking a deep breath. Hermione saw her face change to a much more serious look than she was wearing before. She knew the worst news had yet to come.
"Ron has not yet woken... We took him off all sedatives, and any patient who is on such, should have roused. However, Ron is in a very serious state and perhaps his body is too overwhelmed for him to wake, causing him to be in this coma."
The family let the news sink in. Some being relieved that his major internal injuries had been healed. Others, focused on the thought that Ron was comatose.
"In the event that Ron does wake, we-" Healer Croft continued in his partner's silence. But, was cut off by George.
"What do you mean in the event? He'll wake up, won't he?" George questioned hotly.
"There is a chance that Ron will wake," Healer Driscoll stepped in, shooting a disappointing glance at her partner. She now had to calm the family down.
"However, there is a real possibility that Ron could remain in the comatose state indefinitely. We will have to watch and monitor him constantly for the next few days before we can make a confident analysis on his chances of waking."
The family stood there quietly. Molly burst into tears once more, leaning into Arthur's embrace, while Ginny rubbed her mum's back; her own tears streaming down her face.
"As I was saying, if he wakes, we won't know what his mental capabilities will be. He could wake completely normal, just a headache. Or he could be mentally challenged, not remembering his life or specific aspects of it. Worst case would that he would be mentally incapable of caring for himself; unable to speak or do little or any motor functions without assistance. We cannot do the scans on his brain until a few days on. With his damaged vertebrae in his lower spine, that could leave him paralyzed. There is a real chance full body, but, it would most likely be his lower body. But, with my quick analysis, he might have been saved from that. Now, I must get back to let the staff know of his regimen. He will be moved into intensive care momentarily. Good day."
With that Healer Croft, nodded, and walked briskly away. Leaving a heartbroken Weasley family in his wake. Hermione was stunned by the analysis of the man she loved. Her brain felt so fuzzy with its lack of proper rest; making it much more difficult to process everything she was told.
The family began to ask questions to an astounded Healer Driscoll. She turned to see her partner entering the emergency ward, leaving her to deal with the mess he had caused.
"I want to apologize for Healer Croft's behavior. He wasn't hired for his social skills. I'm afraid his brilliant brain left little in that category. He told you all the possibilities... not the ones we think will happen. Yes, there is a chance Ron won't wake. But, I am a firm believer that patients who are in the same state as Ron, push through when they have their loved ones around. Now, we can't have you all go in at once. But, we can have two at a time. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to limit it to close family members only. As the days progress, we can alter that rule accordingly. I'll show you all to the intensive care unit and bring the first two visitors in," Healer Driscoll nodded, and smiled reassuringly.
The family followed the healer to intensive care. Harry stood to follow, when he realized Hermione was still sitting with Rose, taking a kip on her torso.
"Hermione, aren't you coming?" He asked Hermione cautiously.
She shook her head negatively. Harry ruffled his brows and cocked his head to the side.
"You heard Healer Driscoll. Only immediate family members. I'm not his family. I'll just stay here and-" Harry cut in.
"No. You're going Hermione. We will see him. We've been his family since we were at Hogwarts." Harry commanded, causing Hermione's tears to spill from her eyes. Harry sighed and crouched in the chair next to her.
"Do you know how desperate he was to find you, Hermione? He went mad looking for you. For Rose. You two are the most important people to him. He regrets everything that happened that night. He told me hundreds of times that he wished he could go back and prevent it from happening. But, it happened. And now we're here. We can't change anything that's already happened. What we can do is help Ron now. You heard what the healer said. He needs loved ones by his side so he can make it out of this."
Harry set his hand on Hermione's arm, causing her to finally look in his tear-filled eyes.
"If I know Ron, and I think I do, then the person that can heal him, is you."
Harry watched the witch. Her face unmoving.
"What do you say, Hermione?"
She came back from her dazed faze.
"Okay," she whispered, nodding gently.
Harry stood and helped Hermione stand as well. She readjusted the tot, who still clung to her worn jumper, and the three made their way to the intensive care unit.
…
As they entered the intensive care ward, Hermione noticed there were a few more families in the waiting area. Hermione took a seat while Harry went to speak with the healer; Arthur and Molly were inside with Ron.
Hermione sat quietly while she waited. Moments later, the heads of the Weasley household came bursting through the doors weeping uncontrollably; Molly more so than Arthur. He lead them down the corridor to take a walk. Bill stood next, looking at Charlie with a grim face. Both men entered the room, after the healer checked Ron's vitals. Harry appeared at her side again.
"She will allow us both entrance to see him. She's heard how close the three of us are, from Hogwarts and such, so she'll allow it," Harry stated, while Hermione's heart gave a leap.
"I, erm... I think I should go in with Ginny. She wouldn't admit it, but, I think she needs me in there with her. I can then go in with you too, if you'd like."
"You go with her. I think I'd rather go in alone anyways," Hermione explained softly.
Harry nodded his head in understanding.
Charlie and Bill came out next, both red eyed, and fiercely serious. George and Percy went next, receiving a comforting pat on the back from each exiting brother.
Hermione glanced to her right, holding a small magazine table. Perched on the stack was a copy of the Daily Prophet. Her stomach churned when she saw the cover. Displayed on the front was a photo of Ron at the pub... by what he was wearing, it must have been the night he was poisoned. Her eyes trailed the thick print on the parchment.
Love or Lost? Has our favorite war coupling called it quits?
Rumor has it that it has finally been confirmed that the alleged child of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger is not Mr. Weasley's at all, but instead his brother's. Talk about brotherly competition. Now, Ronald Weasley is in the emergency ward at St. Mungo's while Miss Granger has once again come up MIA. What's in store next for our most dramatic couple? How did this come out in the open? Find out on page six...
Hermione felt a growl spark in her throat, clinging a bit tighter to her daughter.
At that time, George and Percy paced out of the room; both with tear stains on their face. Harry stood and wrapped his arm around Ginny before making their way inside.
The wait was weighing heavy on Hermione. She knew just from the faces of his siblings, that the outlook for Ron was bleak. Trying to stay positive, and having a mind for rational situations and outcomes, was not an easy thing to manage.
Time must have passed quickly while Hermione was lost in her thoughts. Before she knew it, Ginny and Harry were exiting. Ginny was a crying mess, as Harry did his best to console her while keeping himself together. Hermione took a deep breath, seeing the healer slip into the room, as she had done after each pair of visitors left.
Harry caught Hermione's eye and silently asked if she needed him to go with her. Hermione swallowed as she shook her head no. Ginny needed Harry right now. He nodded once, and led the redhead out of the room.
"Do you want me to take her?" Charlie asked, glancing down at the still sleeping child on her chest. Hermione shakily nodded, passing Rose to her uncle gently, both desperately pleading they wouldn't wake the tot. The last thing Hermione needed was to walk in with her and the tot wake to see Ron's state... whatever that was. She stood and paced to the door. The healer slipped from the room, looking slightly disappointed before glancing up and flashing a reassuring smile at the witch. Once Hermione entered, she froze with what she saw in an instant.
Yes, she expected it to be bad. But, who could really prepare themselves to see something so gut wrenching? And this was after he'd been seen by the healers. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as she thought, but, instead just felt the clenching of her stomach and thudding of her heart because it was who she saw in such a state. She could only imagine the cuts, grime, and bruises that littered his body before they allowed her to see him; now, they were mostly healed other than the deeper ones. He was lying on the bed, his body covered in different wooden holdings, keeping the broken and separated bones in place. Several magical transparencies swirled above him. She imagined they were finding their locations to heal him, or at least keeping him stable.
She didn't notice her legs giving out until she backed into the door, leaving it to be clicked shut. She leaned against the door, giving herself a moment to collect herself. The tears seemed to stay at bay for now, but, that didn't stop her stomach from churning or her heart to clench until it physically hurt. Closing her eyes and taking deep breaths, allowed her the calm she needed to approach him. She walked close, standing at the foot of the bed, peering closer at the ginger. Then, she made her way to his left side; no broken arm to be found there.
She gazed at his face. He looked as if he were sleeping. But, no quirk of a smile was resting there; just a stone expression. She reached and gingerly swept a lock of his disheveled red hair from his forehead, feeling an internal shock. She pulled her hand back swiftly, unsure what she had felt. She glanced at the magical swirls above his body skeptically, and reached for his hand. As she slipped it into his, she saw no disturbance with the colorful magic, so she ignored them and focused on Ron.
"Ron," Hermione whispered, holding his hand firmly, "You need to come back to us. Everyone here... they're so upset..." she inhaled shakily, squeezing his appendage a tad harder.
"Don't do this to us, Ron. Don't do this to Rose and I... We need you here," by this time, tears were spilling down her soft cheeks.
"She can't grow up without a daddy, not now that she has you in her life. And... and... I can't do this without you," she ended in a whisper. She sniffled loudly, and rather unladylike. Not that she had any energy to care for that matter. She turned her face to wipe it on the jumper she had changed into during the restless night. The witch returned her swollen eyes and splotchy face to the man resting on the bed.
"Come back to us, Ron, please... I..."
The door quietly opened, although it wasn't sudden, Hermione snatched her hand away instantly, unsure whether she was permitted to touch the current patient she was visiting. Healer Driscoll stepped into the room and viewed Hermione wiping at her tears. She smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but, that is all the time for visiting at the current moment," Hermione nodded, and paced to the door, stopping in the doorway to glance back once more at the ginger lying unconscious under the hospital's covers. She then turned and made her way to her previous chair, as the healer proceeded into Ron's room to run more tests.
…
Around dinner, the family began to disperse. Returning home, after much convincing, for food and rest, with strict orders to be contacted if anything had changed. Soon, it was only the heads of the Weasley family, along with Harry and Charlie.
Harry had taken Rose for some supper as Hermione had requested she'd stay in the waiting area. Harry carried a bag full of several meals in one arm, while walking slow enough for the tot who was clinging to his free hand.
"I get dinner Mummy! I big helper unkee 'arry!" The tot trilled as she stood proudly before her mum, hoping to see a smile spread across her features at her accomplishment.
Hermione plastered on a faux grin, not quite reaching her eyes, nonetheless fooling the child of her true emotions; something she had plenty of practice with in her daughter's early years.
"You are a big helper, aren't you?" Hermione held her daughter's face in her hands gently, gazing into her blue pools as she swiped a crumb off her cheek and pressed a kiss to her pert nose.
"Uh huh!" Rose agreed happily, "We go home now Mumma?" Rose asked as she escaped Hermione's careful hold, and began pulling the well packed nappy bag across the tile floor.
Hermione hesitated, not quite ready to go home. She needed to be there, to hear first thing if something changed about Ron. But, she was worried she wasn't doing what was best for Rose. She shouldn't be around all this stress. She had been away from home for too long, and Hermione knew her daughter was getting anxious. Hermione heaved a sigh, as Rose smiled joyously up at her Mum.
"Soon, sweetheart. We need to eat first," Hermione scooped up the tot, placing a peck to her cheek.
"Well, Rosie, you could come sleepover at Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's house. I bet she'd let you wear your flower girl dress again," Harry suggested, removing the containers and passing them out among the remaining family. He glanced at Hermione, trying to find a way his friend could stay there and her daughter occupied elsewhere.
"Fower girl dwess?" Rose asked, obviously interested in her uncle's proposal.
Harry nodded, "Uh, huh. But, it's up to Mummy after all."
"Mummy? Sweepover pwease?" Rose gazed up at Hermione, her eyes glittering and hopeful. Hermione managed a smile at the tot, who stuck her bottom lip out, pleadingly.
"Of course, darling. You can go after dinner."
"Yay! I wear fower girl dwess!" She sang happily, jumping on her feet.
Arthur and Molly both grinned gently at the small girl; glad that their grandchild wasn't too jumbled by her worried family members.
The family continued to eat their dinner while Hermione and Harry planned the night. The witch would be staying as late as she was allowed, then going back to Harry and Ginny's to spend the night as well. As Harry collected the meal tins to dispose of in the nearest rubbish bin, Healer Driscoll walked into the waiting area.
"Ms. Granger?" She called, causing the family to look up, eager to see Ron's healer. Molly instinctively stood up, anxious at the witch's words. Arthur sat watching with intent eyes while he continued to hold Rose on his lap. Hermione registered the woman's words, and stood as well.
"Yes?" Hermione responded, surprised that she was the one the healer was asking for.
"I'd like to speak with you, if I may."
Hermione stood from her seat, watching the doctor carefully; her face remaining still, and not giving any clues as to if it were good or bad. Retreating from the family, she glanced over her shoulder to see their slightly astonished, and apprehensive faces. The healer guided her to just outside Ron's room. A good distance from anyone to overhear.
"Ms. Granger, I wanted to speak with you about something peculiar. I said before that others who had been in a state similar to Ron's had a better chance to come out of it when family members were supporting and around with them... after each of the visits from Ron's family, his vitals essentially stayed the same. Possibly a number or two up, but, nothing significant. However, after your visit with him, his vitals soared. Not as high as they should be, normally, but, in this circumstance, it was unbelievable. Not only did they rise like that when you were there, but, after you left, they stayed elevated for some while. I've been carefully observing him for the past few hours, and his vitals are returning to where they had been this morning. Now, I have nothing concrete in this; it's just a theory, but, I'd like to try you staying with Ron for a longer amount of time. Possibly a few hours, and if his vitals continue to rise, then the visitor hours no longer apply to you, and you're welcome to stay as long as possible."
The healer watched Hermione process the information. After a moment, Hermione nodded rapidly and responded.
"Yes, yes, of course," she seemed to come out of her daze.
The healer nodded once and led Hermione into the room once more. She closed the door tightly shut behind the two, then pulled out her wand. She muttered a spell, transfiguring an unused table into a relaxing chair.
The healer turned to Hermione, "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. You'll be in here for a bit. Please do whatever you did last time. I'll be in and out to check his vitals. Do you have any questions?"
"No, not at this time," Hermione responded, sitting slowly in the padded chair.
"I'll go notify the family then," Healer Driscoll said with a nod. The witch turned and slipped from the room.
Hermione turned from the door and back to the man lying unconscious on the bed. She leaned forward and rested her arms on the mattress. She stayed like that for some time, just watching him mechanically breathe, before she spoke.
"So, you can hear me. That's good," she whispered, searching for any movement or notification that he was responding. When nothing came, she sighed and hung her head down, stretching her sore neck before lifting it once more to watch the redhead.
"Everything is so complicated, Ron. I don't know how to feel…" she reached down and slipped her hand into his. Feeling another light shock, she looked down at it swiftly. It sat lifelessly in hers, causing her to wrap the other hand around their entwined ones; closing it securely on hers. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to stay positive. But, if they did make it out of the mess they were in now, they still had to deal with everything from before… She shook her head, refusing to think on that currently. She would pretend everything was normal for now, and get Ron healthy once more.
"Rose is doing fine. Well, as fine as she could be doing knowing you're not there with her. She really misses you. I do too…" Hermione trailed off, not sure how much her rambling was actually helping Ron. Tears began to well in her eyes, and not having the energy to fight them off, she let them fall. She brought her arm up the bed, and laid her head down on it; the tears pouring down and soaking into her jumper's fabric. She glanced down, seeing Ron's hand she was still holding, blurry through her tears. She squeezed it once, while a sob thundered through her body.
…
"Ms. Granger?"
"Ms. Granger, wake up."
Hermione shifted awake, jumping slightly straight and inhaling sharply when her brain was roused enough to realize where she was. She groaned when her back gave a tight pull within its muscle. She reached back to soothe the pain as she blinked rapidly to clear her vision; revealing to her Healer Driscoll.
"Good morning. I hope you got some much-needed rest. Although, I'm sure a bed would have been more comfortable. I brought one in last night, but, didn't want to wake you."
Hermione stretched a bit more, as she turned to see the new mattress that occupied the room.
"Good morning. That's alright, I needed some slee- Wait. Did you say last night? What time is it?" Hermione asked while she searched the room, eager to locate a clock.
"It's almost eleven in the morning."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, standing suddenly, "I should go see the family. Are they here? I need to see Rose…" The witch began pacing to the door.
"Ms. Granger, if I could, I'd like to discuss the results of our little experiment last night," Healer Driscoll stopped her.
Hermione had almost forgotten why she was allowed in the room to begin with. She nodded and stopped pursuing the exit.
"I've been monitoring Ron's levels and it's very encouraging. His vitals have risen significantly since you have been in here continuously. They haven't dropped a bit. That being said, his internal injuries are also improving, since his body is functioning at full force, in addition to the potions and the strict treatment Healer Croft has him on," the healer paused to watch Hermione take in the news.
"That's brilliant," Hermione uttered, amazed by the positive turn Ron had made.
"It is! I believe it would be constructive if I brought the rest of the family in. I believe if his levels continue to improve with family support, then..."
"Then he'll wake up, right?" Hermione asked eagerly, glancing between the witch and Ron. Healer Driscoll's smile faded into a more serious look.
"Well, I can't promise anything. We still don't know his brain function at this point... But, every step of improvement is a step closer to us knowing," she smiled reassuringly at Hermione. The brunette nodded her head, reprimanding herself for being so excited.
"Right then, I'll call the family in."
…
The Weasleys were encouraged by the news. All hoping that their presence was helping Ron's recovery instead of hindering it. Although it was much more crowded in the small room, it was stunningly quiet. Most of the Weasleys who stayed were talking softly with one another, and filling in other members who stopped by during the day. Hermione kept Rose from entering, as she didn't think it would be in Rose's best interest to see her father in the state he was in. Instead, she spent time in the waiting area with rotating members of the family. Hermione felt stifled in the room; no longer having her privacy with Ron. She stood and stretched, leaving the well occupied room.
"I'll go take Rose to get some dinner," Hermione muttered to Harry, currently coloring with Rose just a few paces outside the door.
"Come on, Rosie. Let's go get some food."
The tot ran over to her mum, grasping her hand with a grin. Hermione smiled down on her, when another redhead spoke.
"Mind if I come along?" Charlie stepped out of the room and walked toward the pair.
"Of course not, you're welcome to join us," Hermione responded, as the three left to the corridor.
Charlie suggested they take Rose to the small park nearby first. Hermione knew being stuffed in a hospital for hours at a time was not healthy, nor fun, for a two-and-a-half-year-old. The park was a muggle one, causing Charlie a bit of anxiety. Luckily, there weren't many others around, which made it more enjoyable for the both of them.
"How do you think he's doing?" Charlie asked the witch. They were standing by the large toy occupying the playground. Hermione didn't have to ask to verify whom he was referring.
"Better, I think. Healer Driscoll says his vitals haven't dropped since yesterday. That's something," She shrugged, as she helped Rose climb some stairs up to the slide, her hand supporting her nappy covered bum.
"Yea, but- he's no closer to waking. Is he?" Charlie muttered, gently reminding the tot to sit before she slid down the contraption.
Hermione sighed, watching the tot slide down while squealing with excitement.
"Swide is fun, mummy! See me swide?" Rose giggled clapping her hands.
"Yes, Rosie. SLiding is very fun," she reassured her daughter. But, as she thought of Charlie's words, she couldn't help but feel the anxiety of Ron's health once more.
"I know," Hermione sighed quietly, "I mean, if he were to wake... I don't even know what I would say to him."
"The pair of you have been through hell. But, you'll be fine. I mean, you both always seem to make it through," Charlie reasoned, lifting his niece to the monkey bars. Hermione was thankful he was there to lift her, as she didn't have the height advantage. She leaned on the vertical pole supporting the bars.
"I know. But, what he accused me of. What he said..." she exhaled loudly in a huff, "That's not something that is able to be resolved overnight!"
She sighed again and rested her head on the pole as well. Her thoughts returned to everything she had been told over the past several hours. Her stomach clenching as she thought of the other options that were possible.
"That's if he wakes up coherent at all. He might not be the Ron we know…" She quickly wiped a tear forming in the corner of her eye.
"Hey," Charlie spoke softly, gathering the tot in his arms and pacing over to the witch, "We can't think like that. He'll wake up, and he'll be the same Ron we all love."
"You don't know that. You heard what the healers said. He could have brain damage, where he won't be able to communicate or care for himself. His spine could be damaged leaving him paralyzed! That's just IF he wakes at all! And what's worse is that no one knows! Not me. Not you. Not any healer in that damn hospital!"
Charlie sighed, and plopped Rose in a seat specialized for toddlers on the swing. He pushed her gently as Hermione ranted. As she ended, the witch released a shuddering breath as she pulled back her hair and wiped frantically at her stubborn tears. He pulled Hermione under his arm and tucked her into his side, still pushing Rose in the swing.
"We can't think that way. We just have to believe the best; that Ron's strong enough to get through it okay," Charlie comforted her, having to clear his throat from choking back his emotions.
"We're all going to make it through this. No matter what happens."
After Rose was tuckered out, they grabbed take away from one of the local restaurants, and walked back to the hospital. Charlie carried the packages of food, while Hermione carried the sleepy tot in her arms. As they were approaching the corridor that held Ron's room, they noticed Harry racing down the hall.
"There you are!" He sounded relieved as he placed his hands on his thighs, catching his breath.
"He's awake."
"Ron's awake?" Charlie asked surprised. Hermione's face was stunned as well.
"Yes. Just a bit ago," Harry explained, "He woke with a headache, but, he seemed coherent. The healers ushered us out while they did the tests, but, while I was looking for you three they cleared him of any brain damage and have allowed family back in."
Charlie looked ecstatic, grinning widely before glancing over at Hermione. She had a worried look on her face. Her brows were ruffled as she continued to stare at the messenger.
"Hermione, did you hear me? Ron's okay! I mean, he's still injured and we don't know how those are healing. But, mentally, he's alright!" Harry explained to the witch, puzzled why she didn't wear a smile similar to his or Charlie's.
"Yes... I heard you," Hermione responded, as if she was dazed, "Visitors are allowed now?"
"Yes, now come on, before he starts asking for the two of you."
Harry turned and set a brisk pace returning to the room, while Charlie followed. After a moment, Charlie paused, noticing Hermione hadn't been following.
"Hermione?" He asked back to the witch. She focused her eyes on him. He could see the nerves and uncertainty buzzing around in her head. Hermione knew his questioning face required a response.
"Go ahead, I'll be there shortly," Hermione voiced, slowly and distantly. Charlie narrowed his eyes at her, showing his skepticism.
"I promise I will. Now, go."
Charlie eyed her once more, before giving a tight nod, and leaving the woman behind.
...
"How are you feeling, mate?" Harry asked Ron impatiently, as Molly had been smothering the ginger for the past several minutes. His brothers followed, while Harry had waited eagerly to speak with his best friend. To see and hear for himself that he was truly alright.
"I feel great! Could go back to work tomorrow," Ron quietly chuckled, wincing at the harsh movement of his infirm body.
Healer Croft glared at the redhead, muttering to himself before looking at the family.
"It seems Mr. Weasley does not appear to have any evident brain damage at this time. He will need to rest completely if he is to heal properly. This includes keeping absolutely still. I'll be checking in later today."
He waved his wand a few times muttering incantations at the swirling magic still hovering above Ron, before turning on his heel and heading out the door.
Ron huffed, as he tried to straighten up a bit more.
"Please don't tell me the bloke with a wand up his arse is my healer. The tosspot," Ron groaned, causing a smile to appear on the family's faces; all except Molly's who was still trying to keep her hands off the son she had almost lost. Charlie and Harry shared a knowing look. That was the Ron they knew.
Ron looked around the room, still trying to come through the fog of sleep the past several hours.
"So, something went wrong with the mission I assume?"
"You were hit with a curse, although none of your team can agree on which one. It knocked you out pretty good, and into a wall. However, I was updated on the case early this morning. Turns out even though you were hit, you still managed to send a curse binding the Death Eater you were after," Harry shook his head in amazement.
"Really?" Ron asked truly surprised, and then acted like he was in thought for a few moments before nodding.
"Actually, that sounds exactly like something I'd do," he joked, wincing once more at his sore abdomen.
"So, what exactly did I manage to injure here?" Ron asked as he viewed his braced body.
"Broken bones, bruised and punctured organs, bruises, gashes..."
"You managed to scare the bloody fuck out of us, that's for sure," Charlie added, his fear and anxiety over the past several hours to display on his features.
"Charlie!" Molly reprimanded through the tears that were returning.
"Sorry 'bout that," Ron mumbled, looking at all the serious faces around the room.
"Hey, you're here with us now. Anyways, I'll let Hermione give you the run down on all your injuries later. I'm-"
Ron's heart skipped a beat, realizing the brunette was nowhere to be found in the room.
"Hermione. Where is she? If Charlie's here-" Ron reached for his head as he tried to recall just what had happened before he left for his mission.
"She's fine!" Harry reassured his friend who was clearly having a challenging time recalling everything that had happened.
"She mentioned that-"
They heard the door open, revealing Healer Driscoll and Hermione, still hauling the sleeping tot on her chest. Ron instantly straightened, not caring how his aching body screamed at the sudden movement.
"Hermione!" Ron's eyes grew wide at the sight of the woman he loved and their daughter entering his room. Hermione glanced up at Ron before lowering her eyes and looking toward the healer. Ron watched befuddled, as he viewed the two women pass a silent message to each other.
"Ahem," Healer Driscoll cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the room.
"I need everyone to leave for a few moments while I run some tests. I'll call you in again once we are finished."
The family was confused, but, did as the healer said, taking the opportunity to spread the word that Ron was finally awake.
The room emptied quickly, leaving the final four. Hermione shifted Rose on her front; the tot was ever-growing and felt even heavier in her slumber.
"Hermione, I'm so glad you're here," Ron stared at the woman, who still refused to meet his gaze. She lifted her head and swallowed, looking to the healer.
"Ron, I'm Healer Driscoll. I have been on your case with Healer Croft."
Ron's eyes flicked to the witch speaking, but, instantly returned his eyes to the other witch in the room.
"Hermione has asked me to perform a paternity test. Do you give your consent?"
Ron looked astonished at the witch, switching over to the woman he was so shocked at. He knew what he had asked, the night they fought. But, he never meant it. He knew he was Rose's father. He didn't need some bloody test to show it.
"Hermione," he began, "You don't have to do this. I know Rose is mine. I've always known. I didn't mean it. I swear to you. I-"
"You asked for a paternity test. Here it is," Hermione responded back professionally. She looked down at Rose, kissing her head -still not making eye contact- before glancing at Healer Driscoll. She nodded once toward the older woman.
"Mr. Weasley, do I have your consent to complete the test?"
Ron stared hard at Hermione unsure just why she was so adamant about not meeting his eyes. He desperately craved to her the massive brown orbs; the ones belonging to the woman he loved.
"Absolutely," Ron confirmed, never removing his sights from the witch or his daughter.
The healer set straight to work. She muttered a spell that neither Ron or Hermione had heard before. Swirls of color emitted from her wand, shimmering and glowing until they reached Rose. The magic twirled around her, until a sparkling pink glow encased her and lingered, even after the light stopped traveling from the healer's wand. Almost instantly afterward, another glimmering light wrapped around Hermione, setting her in a silver glow.
Ron watched on, fascinated by the lively magic that was occurring. Hermione's lip twitched into a smile when she saw the light move to her. The two were shining in the room when another force burst from the wand, this time, a cerulean blue. It spun around Rose twice before instantly shooting toward Ron. The magic spread over him as well, glowing along with Hermione and, their daughter.
"That confirms it. Hermione, you are the mother of Rose, and the father of the babe is Mr. Weasley, here. Is there anything else you'd like?" The healer asked politely. She tapped her wand, shattering the ethereal glow around the three.
"That's all. Thank you, Healer Driscoll," Hermione stuck her hand out to shake the witch's.
"Not a problem, dear. Take care."
With that, the healer swiftly exited the room, leaving the three behind.
Ron couldn't have been happier with the way the test had turned out. Yet, nothing in him felt surprised. He knew he was Rose's father. There was no questioning it.
"Hermione-"
The witch held her hand up to stop him. He looked at her stunned, as she finally looked him in the eyes. He saw the tears that welled behind her lids. Yet, she stubbornly held them in.
"Don't ever say she isn't yours again." She commanded, her voice cracking with emotion.
Ron nodded, "I promise."
"...Because if you do, we're gone and you'll never see either of us again," She continued, her composition holding on by a thread.
Ron could feel his own emotions overwhelming him. He understood the situation well. And he knew he would never lose them again. Either of them.
"Hermione, I promise."
The pair watched each other for a few moments. The room silent, yet, both felt the comfort of having the other near.
Hermione slowly paced to the side of his bed and sat in the padded chair; both still watching each other. Hermione swallowed.
"Okay."
A/N: I hope this was worth the wait. I apologize for how long this chapter took. I know how much I dislike it when it takes others weeks or months to update. But, life has become very busy recently. I'm hoping in the next week or two things will calm down and I can update more quickly.
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