I just wanted to add that Harry is 26 and Ginny if 25. Harry plays for the
champion Cuddley Cannons and Ginny is the top writer for Quote, the top
newspaper formed after the Daily Prophet failed and Arthur Weasley has been
named the Minister of Magic. Also I'm might add an extra chapter at the
end to describe Thorn Hollow. Review if you want me to.
Don't know what Thorn Hollow is? Well, I guess you'll have to read the story to find out.
Review!!!
Chapter 1
Ginny stood at the window with her arms wrapped tightly around her. She stared out into the night but she didn't see the mountains or the lights of the city below, nor did she see the cold mournful rain that had begun to fall softly. Sighing, she bit her lip forcing back the unshed tears in her dark eyes. She shuddered when she heard her sleeping daughter's painful whimper from behind her.
Ginny shut her eyes wearily and rested her forehead against the cool glass. She heard her son, Griffin sigh and turn over on his cot. Ginny heard the rustling of covers being moved and then feet shuffling across the hard floor. She then felt a presence behind her moments before a pair of tired arms wrap around her and pull her close.
"Darling. What are you doing up. It's late." A voice said.
"I know," Ginny whispered, "But I can't stand this, Harry."
She leaned back into his warm body. Harry kissed her head and hugged her tighter. "Come on love. You need some sleep," he coaxed.
"NO"
"Yes"
"Mummy. Daddy."
They whirled around at the sound of the voice filled with pain and quickly crossed the room to her. They then settled themselves on either side of her bed.
"What's wrong bug?" Ginny cooed softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"Mummy it hurts. Make it stop." Seven year old Makenna cried out. Harry, seeing his daughter cry, stood and left the room in search of a doctor.
At Makenna's outcry, her twin brother Griffin, bolted straight up from his spot. "Macky," he started, "Don't cry. I'm here Macky. I love you." At this he crawled into the bed with her and wrapped his arm around her.
At her brother's words and touch, Makenna's sobs turned to whimpers. Ginny stood blinking against the tears and went to the door in search of Harry and the doctor.
As she opened the door, Harry stepped through it followed by the doctor.
"Hi Miss Makenna." Dr. Sage greeted the child. "There now, it's okay, I've got some medicine for you. It will make you feel better." Makenna's eyes widened at the sight of the needle and she began to squirm. "No. No. It's okay." Dr. Sage soothed. "It won't hurt. See. I can put the needle in here and the medicine will go through this tube. All done and it didn't hurt did it?" Dr. Sage showed the girl every move he made and pointed out how the medicine ran through her IV.
Ginny thought back to earlier that day. When Dr. Sage had ushered them to the corridor with news on Makenna's illness.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Mr. and Mrs. Potter could I have a word with you out in the hall please?" The three started to leave the room when Harry turned.
"Griffin."
The dark hair, dark eyed boy looked up from his work.
"You stay with your sister."
Griffin nodded.
The doctor shook his head at the task before him. He had to break the hearts of these two wonderful people. 'They are so young,' he thought, " They have been through so much. They don't deserve this.' Once the door closed the doctor began his prepared speech to the two exhausted parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter. The results to Makenna's muggle tests have come back. I'm not going to lie. It's not good. You know Makenna has cancer, which is a result of the curse she took during the final attack. And you also know she didn't respond to any magical healing. We are now trying muggle medicines. We will, however, continue to use a potion to control her pain. This potion will allow Makenna to continue on as normal but we can not administer this very often. It is highly addictive and if used too much, it could damage her insides further. The cancer has spread. It has taken over one lung and one side of her heart. The muggle medicine is our last resort."
The doctor willed his voice not to crack. The Potter's case had become personal. Not because of their high profiles, but because of their character, the many things they had went through because of Voldemort, their dedication to their family and friends. But most of all it was the parent's dedication to the recovery of Makenna. The Potter's had practically lived in the hospital for two months now. One parent was always with their daughter. Yet they never let the children see their exhaustion nor did they ever lie to the kids.
A sob escaped Ginny and she swayed on spot. Harry grabbed her shoulder with a grim, yet determined, expression set across his ash white face.
"I'm sorry." Dr. Sage Began again, "We will continue the treatment. But if she doesn't respond to it, honestly, there will be nothing left for us to do. Now all we can do is wait."
Tears filled Harry's eyes but her wouldn't allow them to fall. He had to be strong. 'This is your fault anyway,' he scolded himself. Ginny couldn't see him cry. He had to be strong for her and the twins.
Harry held Ginny long after the doctor left, rocking his sobbing wife gently.
Don't know what Thorn Hollow is? Well, I guess you'll have to read the story to find out.
Review!!!
Chapter 1
Ginny stood at the window with her arms wrapped tightly around her. She stared out into the night but she didn't see the mountains or the lights of the city below, nor did she see the cold mournful rain that had begun to fall softly. Sighing, she bit her lip forcing back the unshed tears in her dark eyes. She shuddered when she heard her sleeping daughter's painful whimper from behind her.
Ginny shut her eyes wearily and rested her forehead against the cool glass. She heard her son, Griffin sigh and turn over on his cot. Ginny heard the rustling of covers being moved and then feet shuffling across the hard floor. She then felt a presence behind her moments before a pair of tired arms wrap around her and pull her close.
"Darling. What are you doing up. It's late." A voice said.
"I know," Ginny whispered, "But I can't stand this, Harry."
She leaned back into his warm body. Harry kissed her head and hugged her tighter. "Come on love. You need some sleep," he coaxed.
"NO"
"Yes"
"Mummy. Daddy."
They whirled around at the sound of the voice filled with pain and quickly crossed the room to her. They then settled themselves on either side of her bed.
"What's wrong bug?" Ginny cooed softly, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"Mummy it hurts. Make it stop." Seven year old Makenna cried out. Harry, seeing his daughter cry, stood and left the room in search of a doctor.
At Makenna's outcry, her twin brother Griffin, bolted straight up from his spot. "Macky," he started, "Don't cry. I'm here Macky. I love you." At this he crawled into the bed with her and wrapped his arm around her.
At her brother's words and touch, Makenna's sobs turned to whimpers. Ginny stood blinking against the tears and went to the door in search of Harry and the doctor.
As she opened the door, Harry stepped through it followed by the doctor.
"Hi Miss Makenna." Dr. Sage greeted the child. "There now, it's okay, I've got some medicine for you. It will make you feel better." Makenna's eyes widened at the sight of the needle and she began to squirm. "No. No. It's okay." Dr. Sage soothed. "It won't hurt. See. I can put the needle in here and the medicine will go through this tube. All done and it didn't hurt did it?" Dr. Sage showed the girl every move he made and pointed out how the medicine ran through her IV.
Ginny thought back to earlier that day. When Dr. Sage had ushered them to the corridor with news on Makenna's illness.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Mr. and Mrs. Potter could I have a word with you out in the hall please?" The three started to leave the room when Harry turned.
"Griffin."
The dark hair, dark eyed boy looked up from his work.
"You stay with your sister."
Griffin nodded.
The doctor shook his head at the task before him. He had to break the hearts of these two wonderful people. 'They are so young,' he thought, " They have been through so much. They don't deserve this.' Once the door closed the doctor began his prepared speech to the two exhausted parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter. The results to Makenna's muggle tests have come back. I'm not going to lie. It's not good. You know Makenna has cancer, which is a result of the curse she took during the final attack. And you also know she didn't respond to any magical healing. We are now trying muggle medicines. We will, however, continue to use a potion to control her pain. This potion will allow Makenna to continue on as normal but we can not administer this very often. It is highly addictive and if used too much, it could damage her insides further. The cancer has spread. It has taken over one lung and one side of her heart. The muggle medicine is our last resort."
The doctor willed his voice not to crack. The Potter's case had become personal. Not because of their high profiles, but because of their character, the many things they had went through because of Voldemort, their dedication to their family and friends. But most of all it was the parent's dedication to the recovery of Makenna. The Potter's had practically lived in the hospital for two months now. One parent was always with their daughter. Yet they never let the children see their exhaustion nor did they ever lie to the kids.
A sob escaped Ginny and she swayed on spot. Harry grabbed her shoulder with a grim, yet determined, expression set across his ash white face.
"I'm sorry." Dr. Sage Began again, "We will continue the treatment. But if she doesn't respond to it, honestly, there will be nothing left for us to do. Now all we can do is wait."
Tears filled Harry's eyes but her wouldn't allow them to fall. He had to be strong. 'This is your fault anyway,' he scolded himself. Ginny couldn't see him cry. He had to be strong for her and the twins.
Harry held Ginny long after the doctor left, rocking his sobbing wife gently.