A Love Like This

Chapter Eighteen

(The chapter everyone's been waiting for)
-3rd pov-

Rain was told to be upstairs in a bedroom when the group was moved to Grimmauld Place. But it was a fight for her to remain hidden. Especially when she heard their voices.

Hermione was right on Ron's arm. As she has been since they got the news of Rain's passing. George with Fred the same. In a way- George and Ron were their support people. They never left their sides.

Harry and Ginny were the only ones to speak. They were the only voices she heard. They asked why they were being taken out of school and why in such a hidden location. Molly sat them down and told them about Arthur and the destruction of the Burrow.

More tears were shed in fear. Mostly by Ginny about her father's current location. Molly said due to their connection with Rain, all of them were at risk of what Arthur was going through and she didn't want either of them to be harmed. So they had to go into hiding.

Then, she told them what she's been dying to tell them for hours since she found out. That Rain was alive. And in the house. Then she called for her.

-Rain's pov-

Molly called for me like she had said she would when it was time for me to reveal myself. So I left the bedroom I was in and walked down the stairs, then came around the corner into the dining room. And there they were.

"Rain...? Y-you- they said..." Hermione stood up and approached me slowly, reaching her hand out. I took it and that's when she broke. She just hugged me.

"Hey, Mione," I sniffled and laughed tearfully. "I missed you so much. Hey. I love you."

Ginny then came up and hugged me too. With Hermione. Who was hanging onto me for dear life. I had to sit down. All of the emotion being too much for me to bear.

The boys pulled them back and consoled them. Because the twins were next. I looked up at George and stood to hug him. He sniffled and gently pet my hair.

"Thank you," I softly cried. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"He's in shock," George mumbled. "You- you're gonna have to take it slow with him."

"I know," I pulled away from George reluctantly but turned to Fred. "Fred... love..."

He stood up and shook his head. "You- they said you were gone... you- you're not there I- I'm seeing things. You can't be real. You c-"

"Hey," I reached up to his face and stroked his cheek, then took one of his hands and placed it on the large baby bump. "We're right here. We haven't gone."

He took a second to register it all, but when he did he sobbed. Painfully. And wrapped his arms around me and cried into my shoulder. He stumbled a bit on his feet, so Molly helped him back into a chair. I sat on his lap sideways and looked up to kiss him.

"You're right here..." He softly whispered through tears. "You're okay... you- you're okay..."

"Yeah," I sniffled. "I'm okay, love. I'm alright. I missed you."

"God, I thought I lost you. I didn't know what- what I was gonna do... I- I tried so hard..."

"I know," I stroked his cheek. "I know you did. I'm right here. You're okay, love."

I gasped and held my stomach. Then winced a bit and grabbed Fred's hand.

"Look," I lifted my shirt a bit and placed his hand on my stomach. Right where the baby was kicking. His eyes widened and he looked up at me, then around the room at everyone else who was watching. They all laughed through their tears. "That's your baby, love. That's your kid."