Chapter One – Death in the Entrance Hall
I watched with shining eyes as Voldemort *mental shudder* fell backwards onto the floor – dead by the looks of things. I watched Harry reach out to grab the Elder Wand as it flew through the air. Silence followed – a silence I had never heard and would never hear again. The surrounding crowd of Hogwarts and Death Eaters alike held their breath to see if Voldemort would get back up saying,
"It's fine! I just pretended to get disarmed to make you all distracted so I could kill Harry Potter! Go back to your fighting!" But nothing happned.
The yells and screams of triumph were defaning. I made my way through the crowd to get to Harry's side. My heart still ached to be seeing him again after thinking he was dead.
"Harry!" I exclaimed. He turned a look of absolute triumph on his face
"Ginny!" He flung his arm around my neck and stared into my eyes. I stared back into those smiling emerald eyes and laughed when he kissed me without warning. There were a few wolf whistles but everyone else was either to busy celebrating or catching the last of the death eaters to notice. he broke away and turned to the crowed, raising the hand holding the elder wand high, but the other never let go of mine. I tugged his hand,
"Harry, I need to tell you something" He turned, a smile still plastered to his face, "I don't know how to say this but I-" I broke off and looked at him concerened, "Harry, Harry whats wrong?" For his eyes had gone completely blank, as though he couldn't see me or anyone else in the room.
"Harry?" I asked again. And then he fell into my arms.
"Harry!" I said laughing, "Harry, what is the matter?" I knelt down and placed his head in my lap, assuming he was just really tired and would sit up in a minute. But he didn't.
I shook his shoulders lightly, then harder when he didn't respond. I tried everyway I knew to wake him up – I even slapped him which was a complete last resort – and nothing worked. With my heart in my mouth I placed a hand over his mouth and nose and screamed. Silence engulfed the Entrance Hall as tears fell like rain down my face. Ron and Hermione made their way through the crowd – I was surprised they hadn't been here earlier – and gasped when the saw the scene. Ron just stood there being an oaf, his brain not being able to process what I had just realised. Hermione knelt down next to me, her hands over her mouth,
"No!" She whispered, "It's not possible!" I shook my head in dismay,
"But it is," I said through my tears, "he's not breathing Hermione. I'm just as confused as you but he's not breathing."
Hermione must have started to cry as well because she stood up and leant into Ron who put his arms around her, tears in his eyes too. Normally this would make me want to vomit but I was in too much of a state to care. Professor McGonagall placed a hand on my shoulder,
"Ginny, we have to move him," she told me carefully, "we cant leave him here."
"NO!" I yelled. Really, Professor McGonagall should know better than to aggravate a distraught girl, "Don't touch him!" I put my face in my hands and sobbed. It had been hard enough to lose Harry once; it was even worse losing him the second time.
I stayed on the floor with Harry's body for three hours, crying until I didn't think I could possibly cry anymore when my mother knelt down beside me and conjure up a stretcher.
"Ginny dear, Madame Pomfrey is waiting in the hospital wing with a Healer." I didn't respond, "We need to give him a chance." Mum told me, "He – he might not be dead." My head snapped up, "There is no reason for why he should be dead." Mum continued, "Healer Pimley believes he should be alright." She saw the determination in my eyes and she pointed her wand at Harry's body and It rose onto the stretcher and began floating towards the Hospital Wing. It stopped at the foot of the steps and Mum motioned for me to follow. I got up and followed to stretcher, looking at the rubble all around me left over from the battle. Something clattered to the floor in front of me and my head flicked around so fast I all but gave myself whiplash. Harrys arm and fallen off the edge of the stretcher and the elder wand had fallen out of his hand. I hadn't realised he was still holding it. I stopped to pick it up and I placed his hand back on the stretcher. I was about to continue walking when I noticed something odd about the wand in my hand. True, I was holding the most powerful wand in the world but right now it was cold and, this is going to sound really weird, but it felt empty. I raised the wand to try and cast a spell when the doors at the end of the corridor burst open and Madame Pomfrey came rushing out, followed by a plump motherly lady whom I assumed must be Healer Pimley.
"Miss Weasly!" Madame Pomfrey scolded me, "Did your mother not tell you to come straight here? I thought.. I thought.." But she trailed off, wringing her hands, "No matter, you're here now. Come." She motioned for me to follow her into the Hospital Wing and I followed, putting the Elder Wand into my pocket, making a mental note to test it later. Healer Pimley and Madame Pomfrey moved Harry onto one of the beds and the stretcher disappeared. The Healer got out a clipboard from the apron around her waist and began to check him over, consulting her clipboard every few seconds.
"'Cuts and Bruses' minimal considering what he's been through. 'Broken Bones' surprisingly none. 'Heart Rate' normal"
"What?" I exclaimed, "Heart Rate? How can he have a heart rate if he's not breathing!" It didn't make sense! The Healer lifted up some pages on her clipboard and said,
"It's unusual true, but not unheard of. If what I think has happened, then it's just all the stress that has been mounting on him for the past few days. It happens sometimes. The body just needs to recover that's all. We'll transfer him to St Mungo's in the morning. He'll be fine in a few days' time."
I breathed a major sigh of relief. All of a sudden I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I found I couldn't stand. I sat down in a chair beside his bed and placed my head on his chest and cried. I thought I couldn't ever cry again but it seemed I could. He would be ok! I heard Madame Pomfrey and the Healer leave but I didn't move. A few minutes later, I sat up and whipped my eyes. I hadn't told him yet, but it wasn't like it was going to happen today. I stood and gave a watery laugh as I felt a small movement in my abdomen. We would be ok. He would know soon enough.
There would be no more death in the Entrance Hall tonight