A Blended Family

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Ron walked to the bathroom and eased down to the floor. The one thing about male bathrooms is they hardly had changing tables for babies. He sighed but laid the smaller blanket on the floor and then laid Phoenix on the blanket. He was starting to cry. "Phoenix, that isn't helping, buddy." Ron said. He changed the baby and handed him a bottle. Phoenix held tightly to the bottle with his little hands, feeding himself as Ron got to his feet. He let out a sigh, looking down at the boy who looked back at him with the same grey eyes Draco had. "I'm glad you were there for Harry, but I don't think I'm every going to understand how they came to be. I suppose that doesn't matter does it? Your daddy is doing better, mentally now that his back. I hope it stays that way." Ron said, to himself before he picked Phoenix up and rested him in his one arm. He grabbed the diaper bag and through it over his shoulder, before walking out the bathroom door.

Phoenix soon laid asleep back next to Harry, nuzzled once again in his dinosaur blanket and Ron took his sit beside Hermione, holding his hand out. She smiled lightly and took his hand. "Have you talk to Harry about moving forward with the wedding?" Ron asked and she shook her head. "I want to marry you, I do, but I don't feel like a big wedding is right. Especially when everybody seems to be against us getting married." She said, sounding disappointed. "Well, isn't ..there other options to marry here? We are staying here anyway. We don't have to be married there." Ron said. "Is...that something you would be okay with?" She asked. "...guys..." Harry mumbled, and Ron got to his feet. Harry was rolling into his back. "Sick?" Ron asked. "I'm...going to vomit." Harry said.

Ron pulled him to his feet and walked him to the bathroom. Harry hit his knees at the toilet and Ron was already getting another cool rag. Harry hadn't ate in such a long time, he couldn't vomit up anything. Just stomach acid and it hurts so much worst this time. "Harry you have to drink some water." Ron said, easing Harry's back against him. Harry was covered in sweat and his bothering was all wrong. Ron waited, until the bathroom door opened. "I need you to get an oncologist healer, quickly." Ron said.

Hermione, answer an hour, picked up the baby who kept asleep and grabbed the diaper bag. She went to the bathroom, the men's bathroom and gave the door a knock. "Ron?" She frowned. "Was that the red hair gentleman or the sick one?" Asked a boy about their age. Maybe twenty years old. "Red hair. The other is Harry. Did something happened?" She asked softly. "I'm assuming he had a treatment recently because red asked me to find an oncologist because sick was very sick. He went with him. He asked me to wait on you, so I did." He said. "Thank you...very much." She said before Phoenix yawned, hitting the blanket. It fall to the floor that the man lend down and picked up. "Adorable son." He said, and she grabbed the blanket with her free hand. "My nephew, but  thank you." Hermione said as Phoenix woke fully up. She moved him to her hip and he held onto her shirt. Phoenix didn't like this man and the light above them blow up. "Thank you for waiting, but I need to go." She said, turning away. She walked down the hallway. "It's already buddy, he's gone now." She said.

Hermione was took to another waiting room, were Ron was sitting talking to a nurse, holding a copy of some paperwork. "Are you sure it's going to be okay?" Ron asked. "It's what he needs right now." She said. "How long will he be in operation?" Ron asked. "A few hours, but somebody will come talk to you and his partner to help you learn how to use it. He should eat when he can, but this will provided food when he can't." She said. "Thank you." Ron said.
Hermione took the sit beside him, once the nurse left, putting Phoenix on her lap. "What happened?" She asked. "He was just getting worst and because he hasn't had anything to eat, he couldn't even vomit. They called his healer and she asked me to sign this. Harry...made me and you his medical voice when he isn't. I can trust her, right?" Ron said and Hermione took the paper out his hand and started to read over it. Phoenix kept grabbing the paper. She smiled and patted his head, letting his little hands hold tightly to the paper. "Yes, you can trust her. It's something Harry's needed for a while." Hermione said as Phoenix started to giggle and wave the paper around. "Alright, little buddy. It's sleepy time." Hermione said. "Ill take him home. You are better at understanding these things then I am." Ron said.

Ron had just laid Phoenix in the playpen in the living room. Phoenix was asleep after a warm bath, changed and rocked to sleep. When the fight place lit up, his mother stepping through. "Now isn't the time." He said softly, to not wake the sleeping boy. "I know it's late, but...i was hoping to talk to you guys." She said. "Lower your voice." Ron said, and she followed him into the kitchen. "Please." She said. "Now it's the time." Ron said, packing some backpack for Hermione and Draco. "You won't write me." She said. "Mother, now it's the time for this!" Ron said, before the house phone rang. "The Golden house, how can I help you?" Ron answered. "Come get Draco, and put him to sleep." Hermione said. "What happened?" Ron asked. "I'll explain later, just come get him. Phoenix is asleep by now, right?" She asked.