Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, jk rowling does, and we all know it.

Time of Our Lives

"Harry?"

"Shh, he's just laid down twenty minutes ago, he cannot talk right now! Please leave!"

Despite his extraordinary pain, Harry Potter opened his eyes, hoping to see the woman he wanted the most.

He was in a hospital bed, surrounded by Healers and Ginny. He almost smiled when he saw her, all distraught over him. Her copper hair was placed in a messy bun, her eyes red, and the worst were her nails. She must've been painting them when she found out about Harry, because her left hand was done, but her right hand had paint trailing from her pinky nail to her wrist. He painfully smiled.

"Mr. Potter, where were you attacked?"

"Huh?" He looked at the Healer who asked him this oddly. Attacked? I wasn't attacked, was I?

"Mr. Potter, you have seventeen broken bones and sever cuts that will most definitely scar." A Healer said sternly.

"I-er, I don't remember being-attacked."

Ginny looked very scared. "Harry can go home, can't he?" She asked the Healer who asked her to leave.

"No, I think…"

"You think what?" Ginny asked fearfully.

Harry felt faint; blood was rushing to his head. Every thing in the room was spinning, faster and faster.

"I think Mr. Potter will stay on the new floor we recently put in. Floor six."

Harry closed his eyes, wanting the spinning to stop. Before he passed out, he heard Ginny whisper, "But that's the insanity ward!"