The Hospital Rule- A Harry/Ginny Fanfiction

Ginny Weasley sat in the bedroom of the apartment she and her boyfriend of 5 years, Harry Potter, shared. It had been a long day of training for a big match against the Harpies' biggest rival. Ginny knew Harry wouldn't be home until late because Harry and his fellow aurors were training in a small town near a big Muggle city for the day. While looking at photos representing the progression of their relationship, their first picture as a couple after the war, holding Teddy together, their first picture as a couple living together Ginny got an note from her owl, Helena.

Ginny,

Harry got hurt while training today. He's been put in a muggle hospital. The address is 2561 Polo Avenue in Manchester. I'll meet you there at 9:00, I have a business meeting until then. Come ASAP.

Ron

Ginny grabbed her coat and rushed to the hospital. "Harry! I'd like to see Harry Potter please!" She said, her voice in a scared and tired tone. The receptionist stared at her.

"Harry Potter? He's upstairs in Vecino Hall. Go in the elevator and another receptionist will help you at the 3rd floor. Good day Ma'am."

"Thank you," Ginny said, and turned to the elevator. "I can do this," she said to herself. "A muggle hospital isn't that different. He'll be fine." She went up three floors and turned to see another receptionist wearing a similar pastel blue sweater that reminded her of an awful gift Harry once gave to her at Easter, and the pleasure on her Aunt Muriel's face when handed to her, not just because she loved that awful shade of blue but because Ginny supposedly thought she could fit into it.

"Excuse me Ma'am, may I help you?" the receptionist questioned.

"Yes, I'm Ginny and I'd like to see Harry Potter. Where is he?"

"Ah yes, Mr. Potter. What is your relation to him?" Ginny looked at her strangely.

"Girlfriend, roommate. Why?"

"We can't let you see Mr. Potter unless you are family. Does he have any family who can give you permission? I'm afraid in Harry's state he might not be capable or knowing whether he wants you in his room or not."

Ginny sighed, ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. "I'm his bloody girlfriend! Why wouldn't he want to see me? For your information, he doesn't have any family. His parents died and his guardians were horrible souls. And you're saying THEY could see him just because they're family? Family is people who love and support each other, which is what I do with Harry. I LIVE with him, we've been together for four years, but I can't see him? Fine, I'll just wait until his mental state changes and he KNOWS he wants to see me!" She yelled in furiousness.

"Ok ma'am, calm down. I'll see what I can do." and she grabbed the phone and called the nurse in Harry's room. Ginny sat down. "Yes, some woman here claims to be his girlfriend, can you ask Harry if she can come in?" She winked at Ginny. Ginny stood up. "Her names uh;-" 'Ginny Weasley' Ginny mouthed. "Ginny Weasley! Okay, great. I'll wait." Ginny paced around. "Fantastic! I'll tell her!"

"So?" Ginny asked nervously.

"Harry's still in a recovering state, but they'll let you in. Room 207."

"Thanks so much!" Ginny said and ran down the hallway to the room. She opened the door. "Hi Harry." she whispered and smiled when she saw her love's face.

"Hi Ginny, I'm Josie, Harry's nurse. He just fell asleep, but not before allowing you in."

"Just wondering, if Harry's in a bad state for making choices, why let me in?"

"Oh honey, when I asked Harry if you could come in his heart rate went up the second he heard your name. It was then I knew." Ginny smiled. She walked towards Harry and sat down in the chair next to his bed. And she held his hands. Eventually she fell asleep with her fingers intertwined in his, with her supporting him in recovery and him supporting her body for sleep. In a way, it's a metaphor for life, Ginny thought. We support each other. In sickness and health, for the better and the worse.