A/N I hope you like my story. I am absolutely obsessed with Harry/Ginny fanfics. Please R&R and message me to give me suggestions. Thanks

Life Starts Now

Harry woke up in his bed at Hogwarts. He slapped his bedside table blindly for his glasses. The glasses were smudged and crooked from the battle, but they were fine for now. Once placed on his face, the blurry room started to come into focus. He sat up and looked around. Ginny was sitting in an armchair from the common room, staring at him.

"I'm glad you finally woke up. We were staring to worry about you. Especially Mum," said Ginny.

"Well why? I've only been asleep for a few hours." His voice was rough and cracked. She silently handed him glass of water from the nightstand. He took a drink of the water. When he was done, he looked up. The look on her face told him that he hadn't been asleep for a few hours. "I have been asleep for only a few hours, right?" He asked.

"No, Harry. You've been asleep for 36 hours. You gave us quite a scare. But, you're up now so I guess I should go tell Mum. You should get washed up and then I'll have Kreacher bring you up some food or we could go to the kitchens. Whichever you prefer really."

"I'd rather go to the kitchens," he said.

"Ok, I'll be downstairs." She said. Ginny stood up and walked out leaving Harry to mull over why she had been sitting there. The only think he ever wanted was for them to be back together again.

"Maybe we still have a chance," he said to no one. He shakily stood up. He could feel every ache and pain he had acquired from the battle. He walked to the bathroom slowly. He took off his shirt to study the damages he had. There was a deep gash in the center of his chest where the Killing Curse had hit him and there was a cut right below his shoulder.

"I guess I should go to Madam Pomfrey's." He quickly dismissed the thought, as he did not want to walk there. He realized he had got buff from his fifth year until now. He was always looking for something to do, so he jogged a lot. He never realized it because there was always something else to worry about or something to fight for. With a start he realized it was all over. Then, his thoughts took a dark turn and he thought of Remus, Tonks, Colin Creevey, and Fred. There were so many people that should not have had to die for him. So many people that should still be alive today. He broke down and in the first time in a while, The-Boy-Who-Lived, cried. He didn't notice when the door squeaked open and Ginny popped her head in. But, he did notice when her arms snaked around his naked shoulders. Harry cried on her shoulder and she comforted him, since she was the only one who seemed able to. Slowly he stopped crying and looked up in her eyes. It was her that he missed so much. It was her that kept him going all the time while he was on the run. Now, it was his turn to comfort her as she wept for her brother. She sobbed and shook. She was crying loudly, he was surprised when no one came up to check on what was going on. She slowly brought herself together. She realized with a start that he was hurt.

"Harry… you need to go see Madam Pomfrey. Your badly hurt," she insisted. She touched the cut below hiss shoulder to see if it was still bleeding. He winced. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I'm fine. It'll quit hurting in a while. I don't want to go see Madam Pomfrey," he replied.

"As long as you let Mum see it later, I won't make you go to Madam Pomfrey. The gash looks bad and it needs to be looked at Harry." He looked like he was about to protest. "Just promise me Harry, please." She cut in front of him. She looked like she was about ready to cry. He owed it to her to promise that much.

"Yeah… okay. I promise. I'll tell your Mum," he promised. She smiled weakly and stood up to go, pulling Harry with her. Before stepping out of the room, she wrapped her arms around Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and walked out of the room before he could even blink. Harry was dumbfounded. He mechanically started running the water and started to undress. He found he had a number of other cuts and bruises. They weren't bad though so he would just let them heal themselves. He stepped into the shower. The water felt good flowing over his skin. It was long and painful work trying to clean out all of the cuts he had. He dabbed them with a face cloth and stood there for another minute and stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out into the dorm. He found some clean clothes lying in his bed. He put them on as quickly as he could. He slipped his shirt over his head and he immediately took it off again. Where it touched his injury, it burnt badly. He slipped it on easily and held the fabric away from his skin. He walked down the steps to the common room. He heard a couple of voices and made them out to be Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. He stepped down off of the last step. The floor creaked and their heads snapped around.

"Oh, Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. She stood up to give him a hug and he let go of his shirt to return the hug. It immediately stung and he flinched. Mrs. Weasley suddenly knew something was up. Molly released him.

"Harry, your hurt. Let me see it." She had that look on her face. He knew better to disagree with her. He slipped his shirt over his head. At the same time the portrait door swung open. Bill, Fleur, Ron, and Hermione stepped through. Fleur gasped. The others looked up.

" 'Arry, vwhat happened?" Mrs. Weasley took him by the arm and led him to the couch. He sat down and looked up at the Weasley's that stood looking over him.

"Voldemort did it," he replied. Everyone's face got hard and they nodded, he looked down.

Mrs. Weasley spoke next, "No matter. We can fix it. Does it hurt Harry?" He nodded his head yes. She got to work pulling things out of her purse. She pulled ointment out, some bandages, and she pulled out her wand. Harry looked over at Ginny sitting right beside him. She smiled at him.

She whispered, "At least you kept your promise." She squeezed his arm and got up to go over to Bill to let Molly have more room to work on him.

"Now, dear, this will hurt a bit. But you can handle it can't you?" Harry nodded his head yes again. She immediately got to work. She moved her wand over the cuts on his chest and there was an instant burning. The only gash that healed was the one below his shoulder blade and it left a scar. Molly's face turned into an understanding, as did everyone's in the room. Ginny started to cry and she put her face in Bill's shirt.

"It was the Killing Curse wasn't it, 'Arry?" asked Fleur.

"Yeah," he answered. He chanced a look a Ginny whose face was still turned into Bill's shirt. Bill gave Harry a weak smile. Mrs. Weasley turned around again to dig in her bag and brought out an ointment that Harry realized was from the Muggles. She turned back to him.

"Now this won't heal it Harry. But it will take the pain away for a while." He nodded his understanding. She rubbed it around the cut until it was mixed in. Mrs. Weasley motioned for him to stand up. He put his arm up and it hurt so he put it down. Mrs. Weasley shook her head and took out her wand. She ran it over his arm. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a sling. He realized it must be a bottomless bag just like Hermione had. She helped him put it on and Molly wrapped the bandages around his chest. Once she was done his whole chest was covered.

"Now I suggest you leave your shirt off for a while, it'll hurt if you put it on now since your arm is broken." He nodded again.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem, dear. Now you need something to eat. Go on down to the kitchens," she said. He nodded. Ginny was already over by the couch. She headed over to the portrait hole with Harry trailing behind her. They stepped through.

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