lost
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters in this story, they are J.K. Rowling's, as you all know.
Prologue
The red head sat next to a white bed, her head resting on the sheets. She moved her head up and sat properly, watching the occupant of the bed. The girl was a mess, her hair and clothes dirty with dirt and dried blood and torn, her eyes with dark bags under them, revealing the fact that she had not slept in many days. There was evidence of a large cut on her cheek, which had been cleaned and healed, and evidence of a large wound on her left side could be seen through a large tear in her shirt. Her eyes were watery and red and the area around them was swollen and a deep pink. Signs of someone who had cried until they ran out of tears. She was exhausted and in pain, but she had put aside these feelings long ago.
Suddenly the boy in the bed stirred and her heart leapt in hope. But his green eyes stayed closed. His untidy black hair was now cleaned of the blood and muck that used to mat it, and he looked much cleaner than the girl who sat beside him. The lightning scar on his forehead came into view as he stirred.
But Harry Potter did not wake
Ginerva Weasly sat back down in her chair, heaving an upset sigh. There was food layed out on a tray next to her, but she refused to eat. She wouldn't eat until she knew his fate. Harry had been in a coma for a week and two days now, but Ginny had lost sense of time. She had been at his bedside the whole time, not moving, not sleeping. Madam Pomfrey had been desperately trying to get her out, or to make her eat or rest, but Ginny just shook her head and declined. Ron and Hermoine had also tried to get her out when they came to visit. But she wasn't going anywhere. She was staying here, in this chair, beside this bed, where the sleeping Harry Potter lay. But he wasn't sleeping, for when you sleep, you most certainly wake up.
And there was no knowing if Harry Potter would wake.
Why Was she here? Why was he in a coma? When would he wake up? What had caused this?
Those were some of the questions that raced through her mind. Questions that she only knew some answers to. Though her mind was too tired to ponder the answers to those she could not answer, she already knew the answer to one certain one especially. What had caused this? The answer was simple. Herself. Why? You may ask. Not for the first time her exhausted mind strained to remember, gripping onto strings of memories and tugging them, tying them together in a somewhat orderly fashion. She sighed as she again remembered where it all began. Maybe if that part of history had not been written, this part of history would not exist. Maybe she would not be sitting in this room, trying to remember where it all went wrong. She thought back again to the time where it had all started.
After the Quidditch match.
A/N: Well hope you like the first chapter…leaves a bit of suspence! Well you'll just have to keep reading to find out why! Well I hope you keep reading:P Reviews plz! I luv reviews :P hhehehee
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