Everything happened in a blur. Hermione was taken back and George wasn’t allowed to go with her. Harry found him crumpled in ball in the waiting room. He jumped out of the chair at the sight of Harry. Harry’s arms went around George and he hugged him tight.
“She’ll be alright; she helped defeat Voldemort for goodness sake.” Harry told him. George pulled away.
“It’s not her I’m worried about. I’ve see her overcome much more difficult things. I’m worried about my son.” They sat down. The whole hospital seemed to stand still.
“If your son is even the slightest bit like either of you two, he’ll make it through. He’ll be strong just like his mum and dad.” George smiled at him. Harry always could make anyone feel better.
“Have you heard anything?” Harry asked.
“No, they took her from me, rushed her back there, and slammed the door in my face. I’m not allowed back there. That’s what scares me. The fact that they don’t want me back there means something awful has happened and they don’t want me to see.” George told him. Harry nodded.
“Now is not a time to be scared. Now is a time to be brave, to deal with whatever happens to the best of your abilities, because things will be alright. Life always has a way of making things happen the way you want, just not in the order you want.”
“Thank you, Harry. And thank you for being here.” George said. They sat there for hours, constantly checking over at the doors where Hermione disappeared. Their breath catching in their throats whenever a nurse walked by, but still no news came. George was getting anxious and fidgeting. After several hours, a nurse walked over to George.
“Are you the father?” She asked monotone. George gulped and nodded.
“Follow me.” George stood and looked back at Harry. Harry gave him an encouraging nod. He followed the nurse through what felt like a never-ending set of tunnels. Finally, they arrived at a room. George walked through the door and almost passed out at the sight in front of him. Hermione was wired up to so many machines and so pale. She wasn’t even awake. And that scared George even more.
“Is she going to be okay?” George bravely questioned the nurse.
“She’ll be fine. She was starting to miscarry, but you got her here in time.” She explained.
“Why did she start to miscarry, was there something wrong with the baby?” George was incredibly scared for both Hermione and the baby’s health now.
“When the body experiences incredible trauma or stress, the body can’t handle it, especially not a fetus. But she’ll be okay, just needs to rest and relax for the rest of her pregnancy.” She stated.
“So, the baby is okay?” George inquired.
“Oh yes, Mr. Weasley, the babies are just fine.” The nurse smiled.
“Pardon?” George was utterly lost at her statement.
“The babies are just fine. You got her here just in time and we were able to give her a potion to stop the miscarriage and heal her. You did the right thing.”
“You keep saying babies, as in more than one.” George stuttered at her.
“Yes, didn’t you know you were having twins?” The nurse looked confused now.
“Now I do.” George said, gulping. Twins. He should have known, twins run in the family after all.
“Do you happen to know the sex of the other baby?” George asked just before the nurse left Hermione’s room.
“It’s a girl.” The nurse told him, and left. George smiled. A girl; a daughter and a son. He was shocked, but he couldn’t be happier. He walked over to where Hermione was sleeping. He tucked some hair behind her ear. He kissed her forehead, but paused at her ear.
“You have made me the happiest man on the planet, a son and a daughter. She’ll be just like her mum; beautiful and smart and clever and the apple of my eye. I’ll love them both so much. I already do. I’ll take care of them, just as I’ll take care of you. This is our life now. We’re a family now and always. I love you entirely.” George whispered in her ear. He grabbed her hand and kissed her stomach just before he sat down. Harry soon joined him. They chatted, and George shared the news. Harry was all too happy to be a god-parent twice. Harry kissed Hermione’s head and then left, telling George that he would let the family know that she and the babies were okay. Once they were alone again, George looked at Hermione.
“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. But I haven’t had the courage. Tonight gave me the courage, knowing that I could have lost you, lost our children. I couldn’t bear the thought. So I was wondering…” Before George could finish the sentence, Hermione woke up.
“What were you wondering, George?”
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