Chapter 12

I’d never thought this is how the day would turn out to be like. Vienna screaming. Jason crying. Healers rushing to her. Harry and I waiting long hours for the results. I felt so sick. I’ve never killed anyone. I just hope today isn’t the day that I do. And even worse, a mother, and innocent baby, and leaving a little boy orphaned. My eyes involuntarily roamed to Harry, and orphan himself. Our hands were clasped, waiting for any news about Vienna. Hermione walked up to me. She looked so professional. Her face gave nothing away. She looked at me.

“How‘re you holding up?” She asked me.

“I could be better. Way better. But I can‘t wait much longer.” I told her. She nodded.

“Well, I have some good news. Vienna’s fine. Alive.” She said. And I smiled, but realized that this had nothing to do with her baby. Hermione didn’t mention the baby.

“And the baby? What happened to the baby?” I asked frantically.

“We had to get the baby out. A boy. We didn’t think he would last another month.” She said in a sympathetic voice.

“So you’re telling me the baby’s born premature?” I asked her. That’s not exactly a good thing either.

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.” She says, giving my eye contact. Like a professional.

“You think he’ll make it?”

“Yes, I think so. It‘s only one month, so it‘s not as drastic as for, 2 or 3 months. He‘ll be fine.” She said. Now I can breathe a little easier.

“Can I see her?” I asked. Of course I was expecting a yes, but I got otherwise.

“No. We aren‘t allowing her any visitors at the moment. But soon.” Hermione says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“So that‘s it? Not even Jason?” I ask. I didn’t think he’d be badly hurt.

“He‘s staying overnight. But yes, him you can see.” She said. I follow her as she leads me to Jason’s room. Hermione knocks, and although she doesn’t hear a response, she walks into the room. I’m at toe. I see Jason laying on the bed, with a cast on his right arm. There’s no television for him to watch like in a muggle hospital. He’s turned facing opposite of us.

“Jason? Are you awake?” Hermione asks. No answer. “Well, Harry and Ginny Potter are here to see you. You remember them, right? They’re your mother’s friends.” She continues. Jason gives no response, just a slight nod. Hermione steps aside to let me see him, and she leaves, giving us privacy.

“Hey Jason. It’s me, Ginny.” I say softly. I wouldn’t want him to call me Mrs. Potter, I am not that old. At first there’s no response, but then he turns and looks at me straight in the eyes. For a small boy, his eyes are piercing. They remind me of Harry’s. Young yet curious, insightful.

“Hi,” is all he says. He looks around the room, probably thinking that Vienna would be here with me. “Where‘s Mommy?” He asks.

“She’s not here.” I say simply.

“Well then, where is she? I want to see her.” He says, rising but feeling the pain of his arm, he lays back down.

“I want to see her too. But we can’t. She went through surgery.” I say.

“No, no, no! They won’t cut her. The wont hurt my mommy.” He says. He tries to rise, but I push him gently but firmly back into bed.

“They aren’t hurting her. They are trying to help her.”

“No! That’s not their job.”

“They are healers. It is their job.” I say calmly.

“No. There’s only one person who can help her.” He says so surely.

“And who would that be?” I ask.

“I can’t say. I won‘t.” He says, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Alright then. You don’t have to.” I say. I remember how Vienna had said that he liked me because he hadn’t cried in the cemetery. I can only assume that any good feeling or thought he had of me had taken flight. Jason wants to be left alone. So I get up and leave with Harry. Just as am about to walk out the door, he speaks again.

“Is the baby fine? He’s not hurting, right?” He asks. I look down at the floor. Black and white tiles. There is no shade of gray between them. No color in between that brings the shiny black and creamy white together. I think about my situation now. It’s either yes, or no. Black or white. Jason doesn’t understand premature birth. And how serious it is. So I say the first thing that comes to mind.

“He’s alright, I guess.” I don’t answer the second question. I don’t know if Vienna’s baby is hurting or not. So I leave.



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Knowing that you almost killed someone is dreadful. It’s a horrible feeling. How Voldemort or any deatheaters could possibly deal with that is beyond me. However, I’m not saying they were ever capable of feeling human emotions, though. I just feel like crap, to be honest. But someone is there to break me away from my worries. He brings me back to reality when I feel his arms being wrapped around me from behind, and he plants a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s alright. Know one is judging you.” He says softly.

“I bet poor little Jason is.” I manage to say.

“Jason is young. He doesn’t know any better. And I don’t think he even thought about blaming this on you. He’s just worried. He wants to see his mother.” Harry says. It makes sense, its reasonable. They are keeping him from seeing his mother. He must be at least curious. Then again, those eyes always show curiosity.

“The baby might be premature, but at least he’s alive. At least everyone’s alive.” I say. Harry’s no longer behind me with his arms around me when I realize that he’s walking in front of me. His eyes stare into mine, searching.

“You don’t really think it’s your fault, do you?” He asks, his voice very gentle, but disbelieving. When I don’t answer, he sighs. “Alright, let’s think this through. Vienna called for you to come over. And this is the park. it’s filled with clumsy and energetic kids. A fall could happen anytime.” He says. “And not only that, but a broken arm never killed anyone. I know deep down you are a wonderful person. Something as small as a fall could not have killed 3 people.” He says. And suddenly I feel better. Harry knew just the right thing to say when no one else is.”

“Harry, you are so sappy.” I tell him as I get up to give him a hug. He willingly hugs me back.

“But it worked, didn’t it?” He asks me.

“Yes. It worked wonderfully. You must tell me which Nicholas Sparks novel you got this from.” I say, pleased with myself when I hear him laugh.





A/N: Thank you for the replies. I don't think I'd be so heartless as to kill Vienna or the baby. Hello Lunax246, welcome . Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter. This story will soon be coming to an end though, . But, I am thinking of making a sequel. It will include the children during their Hogwarts years. What do you think about that?