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The Price I had to Pay

Part 1...

I am betrayed.

I still can't honestly say I believe it. These last couple of weeks have been like a horrible nightmare.

But it's not a nightmare. It's reality- the worst possible aspect of reality that could possibly be my life.

They have betrayed me. All three of them. They left me alone in the dark, alone with a pounding life inside me.

It started right before the end of my sixth year at Hogwarts. I came home for the weekend. I wanted to help mom take care of Fleur - she was entering the more harsh months of her pregnancy. Bill was in Africa, a surprise assignment from Gringotts. He was gone for a whole week, but he wrote that he'll be back the day after I came. Charley was doing business for the order. No one said anything much to me about anything to do with the order. But I worried. And I wondered. Lupin was under ground, with the werewolves. He still had a hard time getting them on our side, especially after Dumbledore's death. Tonks was off with the Auror department with Kingsley, something about a flood in west London. Dad was at Fred and George's joke shop, checking out their new invention, a shield that could be activated with a single word and stand against unbreakable curses. Of course, they couldn't really test it alone- not after the talk they had with mom after the last time.

Fleur was hormonal more then usual, and no one could stand her. We became friends after the night Dumbledore died, but "this pregnancy thing better were off soon, or I will murder her along with her baby." as I told mom a thousand times over these few unbelievably long days.

We knew exactly where everyone were. The twins even toke the time and made an order clock, like our family's clock, so we know were everyone was. But three people never left the "in danger" side. Those would be Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I haven't seen them in weeks. Last time they were here, they have destroyed 2 horcruxes.

The next day, everyone were there. Mom was her usual grumpy self, at least since Harry, Ron and Hermione were gone. But she made us all a feast, anyway. Us Weasleys, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, Diggle, Mundungus… everyone. Lupin was telling us about wolves that changed to our side. Bill kept eyeing Fleur as he talked to dad, Fred, George and Mundungus about their shield. Fleur was talking to mom and Tonks about the nursery she wanted for her child, and possible names. Kingsley was exchanging news about the war progress with Charley. I just sat there, staring at that one empty sit right in front of me. Thinking of him. Of his smile. Of his laugh. Of his messy black hair. I felt a tear rolling down my eye- but shoved it away once I saw Hagrid looking at me from the other side of the table. I smiled at him reassuringly.

Then, someone knocked on the door.

Everyone fell silent. Everyone were here. It couldn't possibly anyone good then, could it?

They knocked again, this time louder. Still, no one made a move to the door. Since when did death eaters knock?

"It's a trap," whispered Moody. God. He's always so negative.

There was the knock again. When no one answered, came a voice.

"We can see you're there, the smell's too good for you to be away."

I was the first up. After me was my mom, and the others followed. I threw the door open and fell into his arms. He hugged me tight and warm. I could barely feel the people storming out behind me to great Ron and Hermione, behind him. When I let go, I noticed the tears on my face. I didn't care. He was here. He was back. He was alive.

"So… you have food?" asked Ron. Hermione shoved him playfully. Everyone laughed. We sat the three of them down, and filled their plates to the top.

"How is it?" asked Lupin, straight to the point.

"They are all gone," said Harry immediately. "Except the snake, and Voldemort. "

"That is excellent news!" called Dad. "a toast?" he offered. Everyone nodded.

"To peace! And the defeat of Voldemort and his followers!" called Kingsley.

"Cheers!" we all answered, and drunk. Blah. I hate wine.

" And you lot are alright?" asked mom, as worried as usual. " no serious wounds, I hope?"

"Some, " admitted Harry. "we stopped by St, Mungo's before we came, and now all that's left is scars." he smiled, mentioning to a long, nasty mark on Ron's arm.

"Where were they?" asked Fred and George together.

"Oh, they were in-"

"Why aren't the two of you talking?" asked Moody suddenly, stopping Harry in the middle. Everyone turned their looks to Ron and Hermione.

"Is something wrong?" asked Bill. Ron and Hermione blushed, but said nothing. We turned to Harry again.

"What's wrong with them?" demanded Tonks, looking from Harry to the two others. He grinned.

"I'm not telling, " he stated plainly, looking at Ron right in the eye. The latter blushed even deeper, making him as red as his hair.

"Well?" said mom, looking at them both.

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. He nodded, smiling. She grinned, and put out her arm.

"What is that- oh my God!" called mom. It was a ring. An engagement ring.

I looked from her to Harry, fearful. Were they-?

"We decided a month ago," said Ron. I looked at him, relief flooding every aspect of my body.

"About time, too." remarked Harry. That broke the silent shook our group was in.

"That's amazing news! " said Dad. "did you decide on a date yet…?"

I glanced over at Harry. He looked back, straight at me. His emerald eyes were blazing with love. I felt like I was going to faint.

He looked like he wanted to say something to me. He opened his mouth- and closed it. He had a secret, but this wasn't the time to tell it. This was Ron and Hermione's time, I understood. His words can wait till later.

We spent a whole week like that, together. I got special permission from McGonagall to stay out of school. When it was finally time for me to leave, I was in tears.

"Come on, I'll see you next weekend," said Harry for the millionth time. We had a very…. interesting night the day before. And before that. This whole week, actually. Now it was so very hard to let go.

But I left. And I kicked myself for it, after words. I kicked and I kicked and I kicked. I kicked until I was sobbing on the floor of the hospital's bathroom.

Because the next thing I heard from Harry, was a letter from my mom. Saying he was attacked. Ambushed, on his way back from the Leaky Cauldron. He used floo powder, since he hated apparating. There was a Floo station near our home- no one trusted open hearths with all the death eaters running around. And they got him there. Those good for nothing Slytherins ambushed him there on the street!

No one knows for sure what happened. My brothers, all of them, and Tonks went to check out what's taking him so long an hour after. They found him in a pool of blood. The healers said there was definitely some sectumsempra , Crucio, and Avada Kedavra attempts, that missed. Only one hit it's target.

Lord Voldemort was dead.

I am ashamed to admit it, but honestly, I didn't care if Voldemort was dead or not. I just wanted to get to Harry. As fast as possible.

I rushed into the hospital, ignoring the healers and my family, who tried to stop me. I came running into his room, where he lay, Ron and Hermione sitting by him. They didn't even look at me. They were holding on to each other, mesmerized to his motionless body. Hermione was sobbing on Ron's shoulder.

I slowly came closer. He was laying on the white covers, looking as relaxed as if he was sleeping. His eyes seemed to have been attacked by the Conjunctivitis curse, and there was blood coming out of his mouth. I gently pulled on the light blanket that covered the rest of his body. His chest was heavily bandaged, with blood smeared in it. His body was full of marks, probably coming from Death Eater's hands as they grabbed him. One of his legs was in a strange and unnatural position. It must have been broken. I put the blanket around him again, barely breathing.

"Why is he so calm?" I asked in terror. Lupin and Bill came up from behind me. Everyone else stood by the walls. "Doesn't it hurt?" I continued, seeing no one was answering me.

"The healers say it does." said Bill finally. "They said- he just can't feel it." I squeaked in terror.

I sat down. Harry didn't move at all- I couldn't help imagining he wasn't breathing. He had to be ok. He had to live thorough this. I didn't know what I'd do with out him.

Everyone else joined us around his bed after a few minutes. I felt my mom's reassuring hand on my shoulder. But it didn't help. My heart was empty. My mind was clear of all thought, except for that image. Him sleeping peacefully right there in front of me, surrounded by potions and strange hospital devices. And I wanted to leave. To go as far away from that frightening image as humanly possible. And yet, I didn't move.

No one said a word for a long time. We all looked up as a group of healers came up to his bed.

At first, I wouldn't leave. I couldn't, I was mesmerized to his face. We only got back together a few months before- and everything was so perfect then. We were talking about getting an apartment one of these days- once I was out of school, and Harry finished his 7th year. Although no one talked about it- we wanted to get married. And have a family together.

Finally, I came out side, letting the healers do their job. But that was only because I had to throw up. I was sick to the bone from that awful image, still drifting in my head.

That's the way it was for weeks to follow. I came over everyday, once lessons were done. And I would just sit there and stare at him. Some days healers would be working with him, and I would sit and stare at the door. Sit and wish- Sit and plead for him to be alright.

I cried myself to sleep night after night. I would throw up every morning. I had constant head aches. Our tests were about to start. But what ever happened, I never skipped a day of going to the hospital to see him.

And everyday, Ron and Hermione were there, by him, holding each other. I suspected they slept there. And I was jealous of them for that. The only thing I cared about daring those endless hours at school was Harry. My love. My life.

The last day I came to the hospital was a Friday. I was waiting for a long weekend in the hospital, right there by his side. I didn't even wait for my parents to pick me up- I used the Floo powder and arrived myself. I let myself into the building, up the elevator, down the hallway. I entered his room as silently as usual. I looked at the floor as I sat down by his bed.

Silence.

Total and utter silent.

No potions babbling. No devices tickling. No sobs from Hermione. No breathing from anywhere in the room.

I looked up.

His bed was empty. Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight. The blankets were made, and the shelves around the bed were empty from potions. The lonely room was lifeless. I was sitting alone by an empty bed, breathing fast.

Thoughts flashed through my mind. Was I in the wrong room? In the wrong floor? Was he moved to a different room? Was he healed? Was he ok?

"He died this morning." said a croaked voice behind me. I looked around, seeing Ron standing at the door.

His hair was messy, his cloths hanging on him loosely. He had black circle under red, puffy eyes that didn't look at me. He seemed out of place in the clean, empty room.

My Face was wet, but I didn't feel it. I was numb, inside and out. My heart was beating like crazy, and I couldn't concentrate on a thing. A thing but my brother, standing before me, telling me something that was complexly impossible.

"He lost too much blood. " He continued, forcing himself to keep talking, to finish what he wanted to say. "The healers did everything they could. But they couldn't save him. Ginny. They couldn't save him."

I could see he was hurt. I could see him trembling, leaning on the wall for support. I could see him fighting to breath straight, sobbing like I never thought he could. I could see him falling to his knees, his head in his hands, crying for all he was worth. And I just sat there, tears running down my cheeks. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I felt myself drowning into the darkness of the empty place that was left to rot in my heart.

Yes. This is how it began.