Usagi: I came up with the idea for this story seven in the morning, and I began to write it then. I think it was meant for me to because certain obstacles prevented me from going to school. Well, here it is. Enjoy.
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All those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time
but today I've wasted away for today is on my mind (today is on my mind)- The Used, Yesterday's Feelings.
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Something’s happen for a reason...
Some just happen...
But this, this just happened, and now, our crib will be empty;
"Keep your eye's closed 'Mione!" Ron said, his hand clamped over his very pregnant wife's, leading her.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," Ron smiled that same mischievous grin. He got to they're destination, and opened the door.
"Open your eye's," Hermione's eye's fluttered open, and she gasped.
The room was a reasonable size, painted blue with trim of clouds. Its ceiling enchanted, much like the Great Hall's at Hogwarts, the school they previously attended. In the room, sat a large rocking chair, a changing table, a dresser and a beautiful pearl white crib. Hermione's hand flew to her mouth and she ran into her husband's arms.
"Oh Ron, its brilliant! Did you do it?" Ron nodded and that ever-so-famous Weasley blush crept upon his cheeks. Hermione smiled and walked over to the rocking chair, it was wooden and had blue cushions tied to the arms and legs.
"It was my mum's," Ron said into her ear. She smiled and sat down in it. Hermione took another look around the room. She could now see pictures on the wall. Pictures of them, of Harry and Ginny, and of the rest of the Weasley's. There was also one of Hermione's mum and dad.
She got up from the chair and went over to the changing table, it was white like the crib, but much less extravagant. It was stocked full of diapers and creme's and powder's. Next to it, was the dresser, again white, filled with all the new baby clothes they had received from Hermione's shower.
Last but not least, she walked over to the large crib. Inside, it was lined with blue sheets, and a variety of stuffed animals. Atop it was a canopy, with white sheets hanging down from it. A wheel with small animals was spinning and making music above the crib. A tear dropped down Hermione's face, but she ignored it and rubbed her excessively large stomach. Ron came up behind her and placed his arms around her shoulders.
"Like it?" He asked. She simply turned around and hugged him harder.
"I love it. I love you," Ron grinned and brought his chin up to meet is lips with hers.
Sometimes you think things are going great,
And you don't need to worry....
No cares in the world...
That's when it hits.
That's why our crib is empty.
"Ron?" Hermione sat up in bed, a bit sweaty. Ron turned to face her.
"Hmm?" Sleep still covered is face, but when he saw his wife, it blew away like a paper on a bench in October.
"Its time," She rubbed her stomach once again and tried to keep a straight face, but the pain of her contractions we're starting to get to her. The bed beneath her was wet, and she squirmed around. Ron quickly got up and placed on a pair of trousers and a t-shirt. He went over to her side of the bed and helped her to a sitting position, with her feet on the floor.
Ron brought her a new nightgown and as she changed, he grabbed her night bag they had prepared. She disposed of the wet one and got up off the bed. Ron placed his arm around her shoulders and helped her down the hall. She stopped short for a second and looked to her left. Confused, Ron did the same.
He smiled, the door to their babies new nursery was open. Hermione stared at the beautiful crib for a few more seconds and then she said,
"A few more days, you'll be occupied."
"Come on, love."
Blimey I was excited.
I think if I hadn't gotten so much patience and composure in my years, I would've fainted in nervousness.
Definitely,
But luckily, I didn't. I stood my ground. To help my wife. Merlin, she was bloody beautiful that day, giving birth to my child. I think that was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.
Then....we found out.
"Mr. and Mrs.Weasley?" A tall blonde woman walked into the hospital room at St.Mungo's that Hermione currently resided in. She held a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Ron nodded, and, holding on to my wives hand as she finished another contraction.
"Listen, your baby, the cord is wrapped around his neck," Hermione jumped up in shock.
"What!!!! How did that happen? Is my baby okay?"
"For now, he's fine. But if we don't preform a cesarean section soon, he might suffocate. It is very common Mrs. Weasley, but even in the wizarding world, we have no alternative of saving him," Ron placed his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, rubbing his temples.
"Do it. Cut me bloody open, just save my baby," The healer nodded and wrote something on her clipboard. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand again, tracing his thumb over her knuckles. 'I can't take this. She can't take this. She shouldn't have to,' he thought. Ron looked over to the bed, Hermione was still sitting up, but slouched back. He felt her squeeze his hand.
"I will be back in ten minutes to take you to the operating room. You shouldn't worry, it does happen all the time Mrs. Weasley. All the best,"
Ha....
All the best...
That’s bloody hilarious. A small part of me wanted to sue that hospital. But they couldn't do anything.
They couldn't help the pain I have now...
They couldn't help the pain Hermione will go through the rest of her life...
They couldn't help the empty crib sitting in the nursery.....
Alone
Ron nervously twiddles with his thumbs in the waiting room. His mum beside me on the right, and Harry on the left with his arm around His shoulder.
"It should be fine mate," He assures him. Ron sighs. 'She's strong Weasley. She can get through this. Calm your bloody arse down,' he thinks to himself.
"Yes, its alright dear. I'm sure they'll both be fine." Mrs. Weasley grabbed one of her son's hands. Ron didn't know. He wasn't totally sure that everything was going to be fine. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that only occurs when the worst is coming. Like in the department of mysteries. That feeling was there and going strong, and look what happened. He hoped he was wrong for once. Ironic isn't it?
Sometimes you just want to be wrong.
"Mr. Weasley?" Ron jumped up as his name was called.
"Come with me," The tall blonde healer lead him into the hallway. From seeing all those doctoring shows Hermione made him watch on the fellytision, he knew this wasn't good.
"Your wife is fine," Ron let out a breath of relief.
"But, your son. By the time we took him out, he already stopped breathing. We tried the best we could Mr.Weasley. I'm sorry," Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Tears began to pour freely.
"C-can I see Hermione?" The nurse nodded.
"She's in recovery, but you should be able to see her in a few minutes. You might want to inform your family first," She said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I really am sorry," She said, Ron nodded and she turned back down the hall.
Ron stood there for a few seconds, weeping. He hated it. Hermione didn't deserve this. She deserved better than this.
'She is probably hurting more than me,' he told himself.
After awhile of cooling down. He entered the waiting room once more. All the Weasley's watched him, his head bent down. Mrs. Weasley walked over to him and hugged him tighter than she ever had before.
"M-mum.....he's....g-go-"
"I know love, its okay." She cut him off. Ron sobbed loudly into her shoulder. He felt like a little boy again, crying to his mummy after falling and getting a scrape on his knee. He felt helpless and young.
Forget the war..
Forget Voldemort...
This, this was one of my greatest fears.
This was the worst day of my life.
The day, our crib became empty.
Ron walked into the hospital room once more. Hermione clutched her pillow tight, like Ron, tears freely falling onto her face. She looked up to see him.
"Oh...Ron..." He quickly went over to he bed and sat beside her. He took her in his arms and let her cry into his chest.
"Its okay, love. We'll get through this okay?"
"Ron....I just...I can't. Its hard!" She continued to weep.
"I know. I know. Its going to be hard, love. Just remember, he's up there with Harry's Parent's and Siruis. I'm sure they'll take good care of him right?" He brought her chin up. She nodded, salty tears covering her flushed face. He embraced her once again.
"I love you, I love you, I love you..." He rocked her back and forth and she cried.
"Zachary James..."
"What?"
"That’s what I named him....Zachary James..." She smiled through her tears. Ron kissed the top of her unruly hair and smiled also.
"Zach....I love it."
And That’s where it ends.
Our Zachary is up in heaven now, with our other lost friends and family.
One less member of the Weasley family.
One less crib occupied.
