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The snow fell gently outside the window of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. As Ron Weasley watched the blizzard rage on outside, he became painfully aware of the activity around him. Purple clad healers ran in and out of the ominous swinging door, each carrying a variety of bottles filled with shimmering potions and dazzling, whirring instruments, while a continuous montage of flying papers flitted in and out of the vents above the doors. As Ron looked around the room, his sister Ginny caught his eye. She was blankly gazing off into space, her eyes focused on a spot just above Ron's left ear. He turned to check, but all he found was a yellow painted wall. Ron studied his sister a moment more, before turning his gaze to the person leaned against him. As he brushed back a curl from her face, Hermione Granger stirred. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed up at Ron, her amber eyes still shining with sleep.

“Wha' time is it?” Hermione asked, as she shifted to sit up.

“ Bit past two,” Ron replied, as he stood and stretched. “I can't believe they haven't come out to tell us anything yet. Mum should have come back by now.”

“No news is good news, I 'spose,” yawned Hermione, rubbing her eyes. ”Maybe he's asleep, or… or something.”

The two paused, chancing a look at Ginny. She was still curled up in her chair, staring at the spot on the wall. Ron walked over to her, pausing to rest a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, almost imperceptibly, and turned her head slowly, until she was staring right at Ron.

“Why don't you go get some rest? If anything changes, we can come get you…” Ron's voice trailed off as Ginny's face changed. Her small mouth formed a thin line, and her eyes locked into his eyes, full of fire and determination. She resembled their mother so much, Ron could have laughed. But the severity of the situation quickly jarred him back into reality.

Hermione touched Ron's arm. “Let's go for a walk,” she suggested. “Maybe we can find some tea for everyone.”

“Yeah…yeah alright,” said Ron vaguely, still staring at his sister. Ginny turned away, and again let her gaze rest on the wall behind them.

“She'll be alright. Fred and George will stay with her,” said Hermione, motioning towards the opening elevator doors, where Ron's twin brothers had just appeared.

Ron and Hermione left the small waiting room, where Fred and George were doing their best to talk to Ginny. As the two walked, Ron peered over at Hermione. She was in flannel pajama pants and the Ireland Quidditch sweatshirt he'd given her for Christmas the morning before. Ron could barely believe it had happened less than a day ago. They'd all been so happy, opening gifts and enjoying Mrs. Weasley's treacle tart. The girls had gone into the kitchen to help start Christmas dinner, and the boys had been examining their gifts when it had all gone wrong. It had all happened so fast…

“Ron?” Hermione's voice intruded on Ron's thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Hmm? Oh, no…nothing…”stammered Ron, pushing a red strand out of his eyes. He looked over at Hermione and managed a grin. “Fancy a snog?” he said, trying desperately to change the subject. All he wanted to do was forget.

Hermione bopped him on the arm, and walked towards a small window with purple curtains. She pulled on the gold cords, and the drapes pulled back, revealing a swirling black background. A menu of teas and baked goods drifted across the window and paused, waiting for their order. Hermione began fishing for her moneybag. Ron placed his hand on her arm to stop her, and removed his own money. “I've got this,” he said simply., and stepped next to her in front of the window. After ordering a pot of tea, he grabbed two cups of the stack on their tray and filled them. Thank Merlin I got that job taking orders at school for Fred and George, or else I'd barely be able to afford the sugar cubes. Ron thought to himself.

He and Hermione settled on a pair of scrolled café chairs at a matching table by the now-closed window, both silent, left alone in their thoughts.

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