A/N: Rereading GoF, I was surprised, disappointed, and slightly shocked that Ginny, Fred, and George weren't in the infirmary with Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius. Ginny checked on Harry when he got in quidditch accidents, why didn't she come when he nearly died facing Voldemort? So I decided to explore her POV from the end of the third task to Harry's recovery, but kind of glossed over the angst-filled days of worrying (admit it, it would have gotten boring after a while – in those situations you think the same things over and over again).

"Can you see him?!" she asked, masking her love as well as her fear. "Is he all right?" She tried to use Michael like a step ladder, but all she could see were bobbing heads. It was no use; she'd have to rely on his commentary.

"Oof!" cried Michael. "Oh, that's gotta hurt!"

"What's going on?" Ginny asked glacially. She and Michael might not have been dating that long, but he knew that expression well and answered promptly.

"He and Cedric were attacked by a giant spider and –" heads moved out of the way in just the right order, like turning a key in a lock, and Ginny could clearly see the small red dot of Harry get snatched up. She gasped, and her hand latched onto Michael's arm.

Come on Harry, she thought, you've fought worse than this, an acromantula's old school.

There was a small burst of light near the acromantula's mouth and Harry dropped like a bludger. The spider fell over, unconscious, and now it was just Harry, so close to the finish, the only one around –

"Cedric!" she said in surprise. "Harry and Cedric…they're just talking. Oh!" she cried when Cedric helped Harry over to the cup. "He's hurt!"

"They'll fix it Ginny, that's what an infirmary's for," said Michael. He sounded annoyed, but she didn't care, she was watching Harry and Cedric. As one, they reached out and grabbed the triwizard cup and –

- disappeared.

"NO!" she shouted as a shockwave rumbled through the spectators. She spotted Ron and Hermione a few rows down and before she could think she was pushing past all the burly sixth-years and tiny first-years – (Ginny! Where are you going?! Come back!) – until she was right behind them.

"Do you see him?" she asked, trying to breathe slowly.

Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Do you think this is part of the task?"

Ginny, closer to the maze than before, scanned the area between the hedges and the stands, but there was no sign of him. Of either of them.

"No," said Hermione. "Something's wrong, look at the teachers!"

Ginny and her brother twisted their heads to see over the crowd, which was slowly growing more chaotic, and spotted the teachers. Dumbledore looked angrier than she had ever seen him. McGonagall had returned from her perimeter check of the maze, lips so thin they were nearly invisible. They spoke in hushed voices. Madame Maxime was hovering over a trembling Fleur; Krum was being brought out of the maze on a stretcher, but Karkaroff was nowhere to be seen.

"Well how do we get him back?" Ginny demanded since it didn't seem people had made that jump in logic yet.

"I don't know," whispered Hermione. She looked like she was about to cry.

Ginny went back to watching the teachers. They were trying to keep their panic to a minimum, but what little slipped through magnified ten times in the students.

Suddenly Snape approached Dumbledore and started to rant silently. He pointed to his right arm, then to the empty triwizard cup pedestal. Dumbledore looked absolutely livid now, but managed to shake his head and whisper his response.

She didn't know how long she stood there, watching alternatively the teachers – who would be the first to learn new information – and the spot where Harry had disappeared, hoping with her entire heart that that had not been the last time she would ever see him. Hours passed, then days. Ginny would have only been half-surprised if it started snowing and her dad showed up shouting "Happy Christmas!"

She shook her head. To think thoughts like that at a time like this? When her eyes cleared, she noticed there was something on the ground in front of the maze. Something red and yellow. It was Harry and Cedric, but they weren't moving. She tried to see if they were breathing, but she was either too far or…

Time literally stopped. Her brain could not process that information. There was no way Harry would let himself die, he was too strong for that, too brave. Brave like Gryffindor, whose sword he had pulled out of a hat to save her from the basilisk. No! There had to have been another sword for him to find, another miracle that kept him alive and well and within her sights, if only for the few precious moments they had together. If he was really gone this time…

Time accelerated and everyone else noticed Harry and Cedric at the same time, and she started getting pushed one way and then another until she was separated from Ron and Hermione.

"HARRY!" she screamed. Maybe he would hear her. Maybe he would wake up. "HARRY! HARRY!" Something shoved into her back and she gasped in pain as she stumbled forward into the railing. Clenching the rails for support, she watched Fudge try to wrench Cedric from Harry's grasp.

A shudder went through the stadium. "He's dead!" they said. "Diggory's dead!"

And even though she knew it was horrible of her, that it was completely the wrong reaction, she breathed a sigh of relief. If they were upset that Cedric was dead, then Harry was still alive.

She caught one more glimpse of him as he was taken up to the castle: worn face, haunted eyes, wounded leg, the movements of someone in shock. He looked like he'd been to hell and back.

But he's one of the few that made it back at all, she thought.

She didn't even care when she collapsed, placed her head in her hands, and really cried for the first time in her life while the mob pushed past her, because for now, that one thought was all that mattered.

"Please Madam Pomfrey, just one minute, that's all I ask! Please, just to make sure he's okay." Madam Pomfrey looked skeptical and seemed about to start her speech on knowing more about medicine than a mere student, and then frowned. She quietly pulled the door shut and it was just the two of them in the hall.

"Please?"

"You don't look so well yourself. Been getting enough sleep?"

She reddened. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, not until she could see him. She couldn't get past the 'what if' thoughts that spun around and around in her mind. What if Harry died in the infirmary and the last time she'd talked to him was to wish him luck at the tournament and the last time she'd seen him was him being led up to Hogwarts by Professor Moody, almost a corpse himself.

"Please," she repeated, no longer trying to hide the despair she had been living in these past few days.

Madam Pomfrey smiled sadly. "All right," she said, opening the door.

"You can see him."