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Written for auction prompt - RonHermione
Word Count -290
A Magical Sight
He paced the corridor back and forth, his fingers fidgeting at the cuffs of his shirt, his brow furrowed and his mind a mess. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It hadn't been this way when their Rosie was born. Ron had been allowed in the room, he'd been allowed to hold his wife's hand and wipe the sweat from her brow.
Being unceremoniously thrown into the corridor while Healers worked tirelessly to save his wife and child's lives was completely unexpected.
"Any news?" Harry asked, arriving in the corridor, his robes a mess from getting out of bed in a rush.
Ron had never been so grateful for his best friend.
"Not yet," he whispered. "Harry… what am I going to do if… what do I tell Rosie, and what will -"
"Hey," Harry whispered. "She's going to be fine, they both are, okay?"
"But what if -"
"Ron," Harry chastised gently, pulling his friend into one of the empty seats in the hall. "Hermione is the strongest witch I know. Look at everything she's fought through already? Do you really think she's going to give up?"
Ron shook his head mutely.
"Then you're not allowed to give up either, okay?"
They sat in silence, Ron slowly falling to pieces, Harry a solid strength beside him, helping him keep it together. When the Healer finally opened the door, the two stood immediately, Harry with his arms ready to catch Ron if necessary.
"Your wife is asking for you. She says it's time you meet your son."
As she moved out of the way, Ron saw Hermione sitting up slightly in bed, their little boy in her arms.
Ron had never seen a more magical thing in his life.