The English Patient.
A/n: I have never seen or..read if you can read, The English Patient. I only used the title because it really does fit I suppose. I do not own Harry Potter, for if I did Draco and Ginny would be together always and forever, no questions asked. :D Please review, and thanks for reading.
Her back ached, her neck muscles tense and stiff, and her arms growing steadily weaker. Her eyes played tricks on her, showing so much blood. Puddles of it collecting around the many bodies laying in her wake.
It couldn't be real, none of it could be real, and she should let her arms relax. Let her neck and back stretch, because she knew it was all a figment of her imagination
"M-my legs...I can't...feel..."
No! What was she thinking?! Dreams were never this real! You never hit the ground when you were falling, and she had gotten hit pretty hard. Her arms tightened around his upper thighs, blood trickling down across her pale arms from his broken legs. His own arms tightened around her neck, and he rested all his weight upon her back. Her back had been arched under him, and she leaned forward as if giving this broken boy a piggyback ride. A ride through the battle, where there was no laughing at sudden stops that had to be made, or at her thinking he was much to heavy. She had no choice; he needed someone to carry him.
No, wrong, she had a choice but she had no hate. She witnessed many others scurrying past his form, afraid they're own would be mangled in the same way. Her legs had been in full use, running down quickly emptied corridors, hopping railings like they were nothing, dodging the loose stone that fell around her like crumbs from a bitten cookie. Many others did the same, propelled by the utter fear clutching their pumping hearts.
Then her eyes fell briefly onto a rather large stone, and her ears found the cries of a struggling form from under. His eyes shut tightly slashed across once but enough that she suspected him to be blinded. Her mind, taken by the fear as much as her heart, willed her to go on. -Keep Running, he's done for Ginny. -. Like it was said before, her mind played tricks on her, awful and cruel tricks. Her heart once propelled by the fear took a sudden and rather surprising change. It was now propelled by something that took a deeper effect. That sort of craze called passion. It was the kind that left a person woozy but so alive all at once. It's what lifted the large stone from his legs, though she had no wand with her.
"Don't you dare let go! You'll be ok! We'll find someone with their wand!"
She wanted to believe it, most of all, for him to believe it. Now she was running out the front entrance of the falling castle, into a real battle of not only curses and jinxes, but also thrown punches and kicks. She knew perfectly well they were perfect targets for any blood hungry death eater. Already crowds of students had been separated, some she saw being brutally murdered as she ran, others heading for the lake with the masses, hopefully they would be spared if they stuck together? She couldn't think like that, she had to imagine the worst of the situation, and ran directly for the forbidden forest with the broken boy.
It would be on the edge of death, and high-risk danger but this was a point of no choice. At least here, they could stay hidden until the battle was over, and the war would be won. She fell to her knees within the collective shadows the forest gave them, not clearly on the edge but hidden right in the beginning shrubbery under a large curving oak. The boy rolled off her form crying out loudly as his legs hit the ground. She quickly fell back against the oak's trunk, and gathered him close once more. They could not be found out!
A hand was placed across his lips, and an arm tightened around his shins where the bone was felt, snapped in so many places it was amazing he was still so feisty. Most cases would have up and fainted at such immense pain she saw him go through.
"Shh! They'll hear you! They'll find us!"
It did not stop him, his teeth biting into her hand as she tried to muffle his scream. His body withering against hers and thrashing violently. She could hardly stand seeing her brother's hurt after a rough Quidditch match, and she for one could not stand seeing a boy in such horrid pain. She did not have her wand, and she would have to at least halfway heal him, keep him from having pain! Her arm tightened against his legs.
"Draco Malfoy! Stop it!! I'll heal you my self but you must stop! I swear I'll heal you, I promise I'll make sure you are ok! But you can not utter a single word!"
She had never been so fierce, it scared him as well as herself. That was not what quieted him though. Most have come to think it was old magic, the kind that ancient wizards and witch's used before wands were invented to channel such raw hard to get magic. His body slowed until he was completely still, save the slight heave to his chest as he took in deep breaths through her spreading fingers across his mouth. He suddenly felt quite warm, and could no longer feel anything below his waist.
He could not see what was happening, his eyes still shut tightly with that single slash diagonally from his left eyebrow across his eyes to the right upper cheek. There was no bleeding, as it was not made from a cut, but rather a nasty curse. Yet, though being so blind, he could -feel- what was happening. His legs may have been numb but not his heart. He recognized the fast pumping to slow into a rhythmic beat. His ear pressed against her neck heard the pulse of her own heart grow steady and become one with his. He soon smelled the magic, it was a scent like jasmine and gardenia, and it had to be her personal magic to make such a smell.
She did see the glow cast from her arm across his shins, and her pulse was felt matching his as she steadily pumped her magic into him. They had both become so relaxed, they hardly realized the sounds of a few searching the forest.
" Take the left... Be careful, we don't know how many could be hiding.."
The glow grew steadily brighter, and she watched transfixed at how it seemed to be hitting a highpoint. The voices grew louder, and closer, seeing the glow as well from afar obviously. Then Like an explosion, it quickly burst brightly, then the glow was completely gone. Officially she created a bond of old magic, and fulfilled part of her promise. Lifting her legs, he made no cry, because they had been completely healed.
"Miss Weasley! Draco!!"
The cries came from a running Professor Snape, one of the few voices that was searching the forbidden forest.
"P-professor...I.."
Ginny fell silent, she could not explain and Snape did not ask questions. He merely helped Draco up, placing one of his arms across his shoulders as another wizard did the same on his other side. Ginny stood and clutched her fist tightly.
"Miss Weasley, It's over... Harry Potter...has destroyed the Dark Lord. Go, go find your brother's.. We'll take him to a medi witch."
She took the chance to run again, and though her back ached and her neck was stiff, her body suddenly felt Ten times lighter, and taking the chance she went back to the battle field in search of her brothers. One hand clutching a small silver ring encrusted with a single emerald atop it.
Her feet stumbled upon the edge of the forest, and for good reason as her mind stumbled as well. Taking in a quick breath she looked about the once full of life school, to see a crumbled castle cold...and dead.
Not only full-grown wizards lay dead across the school grounds, but also there were students here and there caught in the crossfire and paying the price for something they didn't even do. It would have ripped away every shred of joy Ginny had for herself, for still being alive and even saving another...except; she saw the slightest bit of hope far off.
Three read-head boys had been standing near the ruins of the front entrance to Hogwarts; backs turned to the forest as they looked on silently. Ginny felt the happiness rise immensely at the sight, and her feet set off in a full run once again. They were still alive! She could only pray the others were ok too, as she only saw Ron, Fred and George...
Like a Roller coaster, that happiness faltered for the briefest moment, and she did not watch her step clearly. A dead man's hand still gripping his weapon of choice, a small dagger had caught her ankle with a good slice into her pale flesh.
" O-oh!!"
Luckily her palms had caught her falling form, though the pain was still quite evident, there was something else churning in the pit of her stomach. Something that sent chills up her spine, and prickles across her neck. Suddenly she realized how her palms had been covered in blood, was it hers? Her own blood? Was she dying..? No! She was going to live! With Ron... Fred...George.. But her eyes darting from side to side, only saw death, bodies strewn carelessly and bloodied across the lush lawn. She lost all hope that was found in running towards her brothers, and suddenly felt like lying down and dying. Becoming one of the many other faceless wizards.
"Ginny...? GINNY!!!!"
She did not notice her brothers swiftly turning around at the commotion far behind them. She did however, notice the chills had gotten worse, and her whole body felt freezing all over. As if there were.. Dementors!!
No! She would not die! It was all a trick she was fine she...would be fine...
"Expecto-.."
Without a wand, dazed and confused over all, the youngest Weasley began to mumble the incantation she knew. Hoping it would work was out of the question, it either would, or wouldn't. She had no more hope.
"Ex....expecto..patronum.......expecto.."
"There! Quick! Wands at the ready... on Three..!!"
"Expec-..."
"ONE!"
"Expecto pa.."
"TWO!"
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!"
"t-three?"
The wizards that rushed from the forbidden forest headed by Snape dropped their wands in surprise. It seemed they were quite unneeded. Ron skidded to a halt, holding out his arms as Fred and George fell into a pause behind them. The youngest Weasley had indeed no need of help when her won patronus seemed to work just fine, even without a wand. It was a peculiar thing, first the healing she had preformed, and now this. Even more peculiar was the shape her patronus took.
" Severus is that...?"
Snape did not answer, he knew perfectly well who it was in the silvery shape, arms outstretched across the cowering girl. He was a pretty well known boy, but it took a good eye or a wise one to realize the boy patronus was a real person as well. The Dementors visibly cringed, and gliding away from the girl the boy patronus began to take slow steps towards them. Patronus' in full form were hard to do even with a wand, and here one made from obvious old magic shot a look with blank silver eyes, at the grown wizards. As if they knew what the patronus meant, each wizard conjured their patronus and the Dementors had been soon no more.
Silently the other patronus' disappeared, and the boy looked back to the girl a mess of blood and tears on the ground. Quickly he swooped down and placed his arms around her, melting back into her body and upon doing so her crying ceased, and she had silently stood to see the astonished faces of wizards and witches about her.
"Oh..."
Fred rushed forward, and caught her in his arms just before she had fainted. Ginny Weasley was -awfully- tired.
A/n: I have never seen or..read if you can read, The English Patient. I only used the title because it really does fit I suppose. I do not own Harry Potter, for if I did Draco and Ginny would be together always and forever, no questions asked. :D Please review, and thanks for reading.
Her back ached, her neck muscles tense and stiff, and her arms growing steadily weaker. Her eyes played tricks on her, showing so much blood. Puddles of it collecting around the many bodies laying in her wake.
It couldn't be real, none of it could be real, and she should let her arms relax. Let her neck and back stretch, because she knew it was all a figment of her imagination
"M-my legs...I can't...feel..."
No! What was she thinking?! Dreams were never this real! You never hit the ground when you were falling, and she had gotten hit pretty hard. Her arms tightened around his upper thighs, blood trickling down across her pale arms from his broken legs. His own arms tightened around her neck, and he rested all his weight upon her back. Her back had been arched under him, and she leaned forward as if giving this broken boy a piggyback ride. A ride through the battle, where there was no laughing at sudden stops that had to be made, or at her thinking he was much to heavy. She had no choice; he needed someone to carry him.
No, wrong, she had a choice but she had no hate. She witnessed many others scurrying past his form, afraid they're own would be mangled in the same way. Her legs had been in full use, running down quickly emptied corridors, hopping railings like they were nothing, dodging the loose stone that fell around her like crumbs from a bitten cookie. Many others did the same, propelled by the utter fear clutching their pumping hearts.
Then her eyes fell briefly onto a rather large stone, and her ears found the cries of a struggling form from under. His eyes shut tightly slashed across once but enough that she suspected him to be blinded. Her mind, taken by the fear as much as her heart, willed her to go on. -Keep Running, he's done for Ginny. -. Like it was said before, her mind played tricks on her, awful and cruel tricks. Her heart once propelled by the fear took a sudden and rather surprising change. It was now propelled by something that took a deeper effect. That sort of craze called passion. It was the kind that left a person woozy but so alive all at once. It's what lifted the large stone from his legs, though she had no wand with her.
"Don't you dare let go! You'll be ok! We'll find someone with their wand!"
She wanted to believe it, most of all, for him to believe it. Now she was running out the front entrance of the falling castle, into a real battle of not only curses and jinxes, but also thrown punches and kicks. She knew perfectly well they were perfect targets for any blood hungry death eater. Already crowds of students had been separated, some she saw being brutally murdered as she ran, others heading for the lake with the masses, hopefully they would be spared if they stuck together? She couldn't think like that, she had to imagine the worst of the situation, and ran directly for the forbidden forest with the broken boy.
It would be on the edge of death, and high-risk danger but this was a point of no choice. At least here, they could stay hidden until the battle was over, and the war would be won. She fell to her knees within the collective shadows the forest gave them, not clearly on the edge but hidden right in the beginning shrubbery under a large curving oak. The boy rolled off her form crying out loudly as his legs hit the ground. She quickly fell back against the oak's trunk, and gathered him close once more. They could not be found out!
A hand was placed across his lips, and an arm tightened around his shins where the bone was felt, snapped in so many places it was amazing he was still so feisty. Most cases would have up and fainted at such immense pain she saw him go through.
"Shh! They'll hear you! They'll find us!"
It did not stop him, his teeth biting into her hand as she tried to muffle his scream. His body withering against hers and thrashing violently. She could hardly stand seeing her brother's hurt after a rough Quidditch match, and she for one could not stand seeing a boy in such horrid pain. She did not have her wand, and she would have to at least halfway heal him, keep him from having pain! Her arm tightened against his legs.
"Draco Malfoy! Stop it!! I'll heal you my self but you must stop! I swear I'll heal you, I promise I'll make sure you are ok! But you can not utter a single word!"
She had never been so fierce, it scared him as well as herself. That was not what quieted him though. Most have come to think it was old magic, the kind that ancient wizards and witch's used before wands were invented to channel such raw hard to get magic. His body slowed until he was completely still, save the slight heave to his chest as he took in deep breaths through her spreading fingers across his mouth. He suddenly felt quite warm, and could no longer feel anything below his waist.
He could not see what was happening, his eyes still shut tightly with that single slash diagonally from his left eyebrow across his eyes to the right upper cheek. There was no bleeding, as it was not made from a cut, but rather a nasty curse. Yet, though being so blind, he could -feel- what was happening. His legs may have been numb but not his heart. He recognized the fast pumping to slow into a rhythmic beat. His ear pressed against her neck heard the pulse of her own heart grow steady and become one with his. He soon smelled the magic, it was a scent like jasmine and gardenia, and it had to be her personal magic to make such a smell.
She did see the glow cast from her arm across his shins, and her pulse was felt matching his as she steadily pumped her magic into him. They had both become so relaxed, they hardly realized the sounds of a few searching the forest.
" Take the left... Be careful, we don't know how many could be hiding.."
The glow grew steadily brighter, and she watched transfixed at how it seemed to be hitting a highpoint. The voices grew louder, and closer, seeing the glow as well from afar obviously. Then Like an explosion, it quickly burst brightly, then the glow was completely gone. Officially she created a bond of old magic, and fulfilled part of her promise. Lifting her legs, he made no cry, because they had been completely healed.
"Miss Weasley! Draco!!"
The cries came from a running Professor Snape, one of the few voices that was searching the forbidden forest.
"P-professor...I.."
Ginny fell silent, she could not explain and Snape did not ask questions. He merely helped Draco up, placing one of his arms across his shoulders as another wizard did the same on his other side. Ginny stood and clutched her fist tightly.
"Miss Weasley, It's over... Harry Potter...has destroyed the Dark Lord. Go, go find your brother's.. We'll take him to a medi witch."
She took the chance to run again, and though her back ached and her neck was stiff, her body suddenly felt Ten times lighter, and taking the chance she went back to the battle field in search of her brothers. One hand clutching a small silver ring encrusted with a single emerald atop it.
Her feet stumbled upon the edge of the forest, and for good reason as her mind stumbled as well. Taking in a quick breath she looked about the once full of life school, to see a crumbled castle cold...and dead.
Not only full-grown wizards lay dead across the school grounds, but also there were students here and there caught in the crossfire and paying the price for something they didn't even do. It would have ripped away every shred of joy Ginny had for herself, for still being alive and even saving another...except; she saw the slightest bit of hope far off.
Three read-head boys had been standing near the ruins of the front entrance to Hogwarts; backs turned to the forest as they looked on silently. Ginny felt the happiness rise immensely at the sight, and her feet set off in a full run once again. They were still alive! She could only pray the others were ok too, as she only saw Ron, Fred and George...
Like a Roller coaster, that happiness faltered for the briefest moment, and she did not watch her step clearly. A dead man's hand still gripping his weapon of choice, a small dagger had caught her ankle with a good slice into her pale flesh.
" O-oh!!"
Luckily her palms had caught her falling form, though the pain was still quite evident, there was something else churning in the pit of her stomach. Something that sent chills up her spine, and prickles across her neck. Suddenly she realized how her palms had been covered in blood, was it hers? Her own blood? Was she dying..? No! She was going to live! With Ron... Fred...George.. But her eyes darting from side to side, only saw death, bodies strewn carelessly and bloodied across the lush lawn. She lost all hope that was found in running towards her brothers, and suddenly felt like lying down and dying. Becoming one of the many other faceless wizards.
"Ginny...? GINNY!!!!"
She did not notice her brothers swiftly turning around at the commotion far behind them. She did however, notice the chills had gotten worse, and her whole body felt freezing all over. As if there were.. Dementors!!
No! She would not die! It was all a trick she was fine she...would be fine...
"Expecto-.."
Without a wand, dazed and confused over all, the youngest Weasley began to mumble the incantation she knew. Hoping it would work was out of the question, it either would, or wouldn't. She had no more hope.
"Ex....expecto..patronum.......expecto.."
"There! Quick! Wands at the ready... on Three..!!"
"Expec-..."
"ONE!"
"Expecto pa.."
"TWO!"
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!"
"t-three?"
The wizards that rushed from the forbidden forest headed by Snape dropped their wands in surprise. It seemed they were quite unneeded. Ron skidded to a halt, holding out his arms as Fred and George fell into a pause behind them. The youngest Weasley had indeed no need of help when her won patronus seemed to work just fine, even without a wand. It was a peculiar thing, first the healing she had preformed, and now this. Even more peculiar was the shape her patronus took.
" Severus is that...?"
Snape did not answer, he knew perfectly well who it was in the silvery shape, arms outstretched across the cowering girl. He was a pretty well known boy, but it took a good eye or a wise one to realize the boy patronus was a real person as well. The Dementors visibly cringed, and gliding away from the girl the boy patronus began to take slow steps towards them. Patronus' in full form were hard to do even with a wand, and here one made from obvious old magic shot a look with blank silver eyes, at the grown wizards. As if they knew what the patronus meant, each wizard conjured their patronus and the Dementors had been soon no more.
Silently the other patronus' disappeared, and the boy looked back to the girl a mess of blood and tears on the ground. Quickly he swooped down and placed his arms around her, melting back into her body and upon doing so her crying ceased, and she had silently stood to see the astonished faces of wizards and witches about her.
"Oh..."
Fred rushed forward, and caught her in his arms just before she had fainted. Ginny Weasley was -awfully- tired.