Miracles Happen

"Miracles Happen"

Chapter five-Repetition?

Harry was released a week later. The hospital wanted to make absolutely sure that his brain was back to normal. I told him teasingly that that would take forever.

I was washing the dishes. I put a glass under the hot water and began washing it. Harry had dozed off on the couch, along with Lauren, who was curled up against him with her head under his arm. Life was more or less back to normal. Fleur had announced that she and Ron had decided to have kids. We were all ecstatic and happy. I inhaled deeply and thought of Ron, Harry and I's times in Hogwarts, especially in our 4^th year. I was remembering how Harry looked at the Yule Ball. He looked so cute in his robe. That's when I began to have different feelings for him. I began to see him in a totally different light. At that point, I wasn't sure if he had felt the same way about me. Then, in our 5^th year, he cornered me and asked me if I would like to go out with him. He was so nervous and almost terrified. I think he was more afraid of me saying no. He was nervously running a hand through his hair. When I said 'yes, I would love to go out with you', he looked as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. We began dating then shortly after that.

It had gotten really serious in our 7^th year. We got even more closer. For some reason, Harry and I were always a little closer than we were with Ron. We had just clicked the minute we met on the train in our 1^st year. Then, when we graduated from Hogwarts, we lost contact with each other. 6 years later, we met again in Diagon Alley. Harry decided to propose to me so as his words were, "I don't want to loose you again". We were engaged for 4 months then got married and we were married now for 3 years. It's been wonderful. Harry is a wonderful father to Lauren and he loved her and I more than life. I know deep in his heart he would die for Lauren and I, but I really hated to think of that. I didn't want to loose him. I loved him more than life also, and would die for him as well. Lauren started showing signs of magic when she was a year. That's when we realized she was exactly like us.

I finished washing the glass and shut off the water. I dried it and then decided to get a cold glass of water. I put the glass under the faucet and turned it on. The cold water jet burst from the faucet and it began filling up the glass. Suddenly, the glass had formed cracks and exploded, sending the water all over the place. I felt a piece of glass embed itself into my hand. I screamed. Harry had jumped awake instantly and he came into the kitchen. Blood began flowing from the wound.

"Hermione! Are you OK?" asked Harry worriedly as he grabbed my left hand and held it over the sink.

"The glass exploded! It was my fault though. I used hot water then put the cold in right after it," I said, wincing as Harry put my palm under the cold water and gently pulled the piece of glass out.

"Just be more careful," said Harry as he threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I will. Promise," I said, hugging him tightly too.

HARRY

Later on, I had put Lauren to bed. She fell fast asleep. I headed into our bedroom where Hermione was asleep already. Her sides rose and fell in rhythm. I paused and just watched her. I felt a smile forming.

I was really in love with her. I fell in love with her the minute I saw her on the train in our first year. I hadn't fully realized it until our 4^th year when I saw her at the Yule Ball. Things got serious after that after I had asked her if she would want to go out with me. I was more afraid of her saying no, then the actual asking her. When she had said yes, I was totally relieved. We had lost contact for six years, then met up again in Diagon Alley. I had been going crazy trying to get in contact with her. When we met in Diagon Alley, I had almost been beside myself with joy. I decided to propose to her then so I wouldn't loose her again. We were engaged for 4 months then got married and we've been married for 3 years. Lauren is 2. I climbed in bed beside her and pulled the covers up over me. I curled up against her draping my right arm over her side. Pretty soon, I had fallen asleep.

Hermione and Lauren were standing in the London Centennial Bank. Hermione crouched down in front of Lauren to button up her jacket. A man bursts into the bank with a gun. He shouts to everyone to get down on the floor, that this was a hold up. Hermione grabs Lauren and hugs her tightly against her. She and Lauren lay flat on the floor. The man begins to take the money from the tellers. Hermione easily reaches into her jacket and pulls out her wand. This is strange even for Hermione. She normally enforces that we never give away who we are. We've been so careful not to expose what we are. She aims the wand at the man as she propped herself up onto her elbows. The man turns around and sees her. The main aims the gun at Hermione's head. The man pulls the trigger. A red liquid sprays across Lauren's face.

I snapped awake, sitting bolt upright in bed. I was breathing heavily, my breaths sawing in and out. I clutched the blankets. My heart was pounding loudly. Hermione had awoken.

"Harry? What's wrong? Are you OK?" asked Hermione worriedly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"I had a dream...You and Lauren had gone into London for the bank. A man came into the bank and threatened that it was a hold up. You and Lauren laid on the floor as he instructed. You pulled out your wand for some reason. The man saw you and aimed the gun at you. He pulled the trigger," I breathed.

"Oh. Don't worry. It was just a dream," said Hermione.

"That's what I told you before and look what happened. Promise me you won't go into London for any reason," I said.

"I promise," said Hermione as she hugged me.

I hugged her back tightly, burying my face into her light brown/blond hair.

"I love you, Hermione," I said, shutting my eyes.

"I love you too, Harry," said Hermione.

We fell back asleep shortly.

In the morning, Hermione and Lauren were watching the news in the living room on the couch. When I entered the room, Hermione had an expression on her face that I'll never forget.

"What's wrong, 'Mione?" I asked, heading over to her on the couch. I sat down beside her, and in between her and Lauren. I pulled Lauren up onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her.

"Look at the TV," said Hermione in a hushed voice.

I turned my eyes onto the TV.

A news reporter was standing outside the London Centennial Bank. There were police cars parked outside as well with their dome lights flashing.

I listened intently.

"We're standing outside the London Centennial Bank where twenty minutes ago, a man carrying a silver 9mm Smith and Wesson. The suspect is keeping nineteen people as hostages. Hold on,..."

The woman put a finger to her ear where a small black headphone piece was. Just then, there was a loud 'pop' coming from the bank. Police rushed in.

"Oh my God! The suspect has open fired on a young woman in her twenties!"

Hermione and I looked at each other. Hermione had gone white. Her lower lip trembled slightly.

Shortly after that, the police had emerged with the suspect in handcuffs.

"The police have got their suspect handcuffs!"

We leaned forward a little more, eager to see who it was.

"The police had just released the name of the suspect...It's Draco Malfoy, the owner of Random Clothes, INC. He's a multi-millionaire that all the girls had gone crazy for. Wow. This is certainly a shock. The woman in her twenties is Ginny Weasley."

Hermione shut off the TV in a kind of mechanical way.

We sat, stunned.

My lower jaw dropped. I turned to Hermione.

"Oh my God," said Hermione quietly.

"I don't believe it. Draco killed Ginny," I said, just as quietly. "The poor Weasley's."

"We should call them," said Hermione picking up the phone.

Hermione began dialing the Weasley's number.

I sat completely stunned.

Poor Ginny. I remembered how terrified she was in her 1^st year, and we were in our 2^nd. Voldemort had used Ginny by means of his diary. When it was all over, she had still had nightmares from what Ron has told me. Ginny had to be comforted many a night. Draco had become a major millionaire starting his own clothes franchise and world-wide stores. It has muggle clothes, as well as wizard clothes. I felt a lump rising in the back of my throat, and tears were threatening the corners of my eyes.

I sat, half listening to Hermione's conversation.

"We're so sorry, Mrs. Weasley...it's a total shocker...he's shocked as well...we'll definitely come...absolutely....how's Ron, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie handling it?...Ron's not handling it too well? That's expected....Okay....we'll see you Friday...Good-bye, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione kindly and quietly as she hung up the phone.

Lauren was playing with a necklace Hermione had given me the day I was released from the hospital. It was a small gold owl charm. Hedwig was a loud to fly to and from Sirius, and the Weasley's. Right now, she was out taking a message to Sirius. Hermione turned to me.

"Ron's not too good, 'Arry. Fred, George, Bill and Charlie are handling it normally, but Ron's in a deep stupor. I think he's in shock. Mrs. Weasley asked if we would come to the funeral they're holding on Friday," said Hermione quietly.

"Sure. Absolutely," I said nodding.

Then, I felt the lump rising a little faster. I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks. Hermione wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. I buried my face into her hair and sobbed.

She continued to hold me as I sobbed. She was sobbing quietly also. Lauren sat, completely unaware of what a wonderful person Ginny was.

We had gone to the funeral. Ron was still in shock, and Mrs. Weasley had come to the difficult conclusion that he would need therapy. Mr. Weasley had been comforting Mrs. Weasley. We sat in total disbelief as people began going up to the opened casket where Ginny lay lifeless and laid flowers, roses, down in front of it. We left when it was over, still in disbelief that Ginny was gone.