Can I be the chosen one?(Harmione)

The Police station

Harry gets up and say:' I-i-i...have to go. I'm sorry. Bye!' He goes to the door and slams it in Hermione's face.
Harry's OPV
I feel bad about slaming the door into 'Mione's face. She didn't deserve it. But I can't think about that now. 'Cause Ron is going to hell. Yep, you heard me. I can't believe he did that to Hermione. She's so sweet and wise and strong and pretty and...What am I thinking? Ugh, forget about it. I'm talking to myself. Interesting. Okay, just stop.
End of Harry's OPV
'Where could he be?' Harry asks himself. He goes to his apartment too check it out. He rings the bell. The door opens.
'What do you want, Harry?' Ron asks. 'Aw! Wtf, Harry?' Harry hurted him. Blood ran out of his cheek. A muggle neighboor saw Harry. She called the police.
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'You can ring your family,' the officer says. 'I don't have a family.'
'What about your friends?'
'Where's the phone?'
'Besides the coffe automat,' the officer says. A young man with green eyes goes to the phone. He types in a complicated number.
'How can I help you?' a woman asks.
'Just get me the minister.'
'Hi, how can I help you?' a sad Hermione says.
'Could you come to the police station and pick me up?' Harry asks.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi, I hope you like my story. Please comment and vote. I've got another hp question for you: Who married Dudley?
Luna Eowyn Athena Moe
Ps: I've got very short chapters, the next one will be longer.