He had been sick for a while and nothing seemed to help. Every day he would wake up, vomit up any food he had eaten the day before, and then pass out back unto the bed. Doctors came to see him regularly, but they didn't know what was happening to him, all they knew was that he was going to die.

Ginny sat in a chair next to the bed, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, her curly red hair pinned up, wearing the same old clothes she had worn for the past two weeks. Harry was getting worse every day. He was her life, her joy, and her world. If he died... no he couldn't die, he wouldn't die.

For the past three days Harry hadn't even woken up to puke, much less eat. All Ginny could bring herself to do was to cry her silent tears and watch Harry's slow breathing. He had gotten so pale and so thin. His now twice as messy hair was to his shoulders, soaked with cold sweat, and he would not stop shivering no matter how many quilts she piled on top of him.

There was a knock at the door, but Ginny hesitated to answer it. What if it was another mourner coming to look over Harry as if he was already dead. Maybe it was another damn bill collector trying to tell her that her bills were months overdue. Ginny slowly got up and shuffled to the door, careful to look through the peephole first.

Out on the porch was a girl with long curly brown hair that was half pulled back, she wore a grey dress suit with black pumps, and carrying a pile of mail that looked to be hers. Ginny recognized the familiar face, so she mopped up her tears and opened the door.

"Hey Ginny, how are you holding up?" said a kind and worried voice.

"Hey Hermione, I'm fine I guess," Ginny returned in a shaky voice, "come on in." she offered her guest, her voice a little more stable than before.

"Thanks," Hermione said, and stepped in. "I just got back from work and thought I'd see how you both were. Oh and I got your mail, it was almost spilling out of your mailbox. When was the last you checked it?" Ginny knew that Hermione wasn't really interested in the answer. Her voice seemed so worried, so caring, it almost made Ginny start crying again.

"Thanks for the thought." Ginny said as she gave a little smile, "I'm doing fine, Harry, on the other hand, hasn't woken up for three days and it's really worrying me, but besides that..." her voice trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say.

"You don't look so hot Ginny, when was the last time you showered and ate? Go and rest yourself. Everything's going to be fine, I'll watch over Harry for you but you need to relax, ok."

It was more of a demand than any thing else and Ginny wasn't in the mood to argue so she did what her friend said.

"Thanks Hermione, i don't know what I'd do with out your voice of reason."

They both gave a little giggle, and then Ginny picked up the huge pile of mail and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her. As she walked into the bathroom the set the mail on the edge of the bath tub, turned on the water, and began to undress.

As she looked in the mirror at herself she, realized just how much Harry's sickness was affecting her. Her once lean body now looked pale and weak. She hadn't eaten in a week and it showed in how frail she looked. She turned on the water in the sink, and washed her face. Her eyes, she realized were puffy and red from crying, and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her cheeks were sunken in. Hermione was right, she did look bad, she couldn't continue on like this.

As she stepped into the bath the warm water soothed her aching body. She picked up the pile of mail and sorted through it. Half of the bulk of the mail was advertisements and magazines, the other half were bills. There were so many bills she was surprised the water and lights still worked. There was one letter though that wasn't a bill at all but it scared her even more. The letter had just come today judging by the date on it and all it had on it were 2 big bold red letters that said EVICTION NOTICE! Trembling she slid her finger under the flap and tore the seal on the envelope. Ginny pulled out the letter and read:

Dear Mrs. Potter,

I've heard about your husband and I give you my prayers, but you're five months late on your rent. I've tried to give you all the time I could. I'm really sorry for this and I don't want to do this but I'm going to have to ask you to be packed up and out of the house in three days. I really am sorry for this and wish that there was something I could do.
Best Wishes,
Drew Beary

After reading the letter, strangely enough, Ginny stopped shaking. She didn't even feel the urge to cry; she just threw the mail onto the floor of the bathroom, and then started bathing her self in sweet honey smelling soap. After she had washed herself completely, she got out of the tub, drained the water, then found the fluffiest towel she could find and wrapped it around herself.

When she left the bathroom, Hermione smiled at her, "that's better, now go in the kitchen and eat. I ordered some Chinese food so eat until your heart's content." Hermione said warmly. Ginny followed her friend's orders and went into the kitchen and filled herself up with rice and chicken. She felt much better when she went back to the room, she smiled at Hermione. "Thanks," she said," you're the best friend I could have ever asked for."

"It's the least I could do. I'll be back in a few days but if you ever need me you know you can call." the two girls said their goodbyes and Hermione left. Ginny then got in bed with Harry and put an arm around him, "what are we going to do?" she whispered, more to her self than him. Then she closed her eyes and fell into a sweet sleep. When she woke up she went to the kitchen and made some pancakes, bacon, and eggs just in case Harry woke up. After she had finished she ate a little, then went back into the bedroom. She walked over to Harry and kissed his cold cheek, surprisingly something seemed different.

Ginny searched Harry's pale face trying to find out what it was that was wrong, she then realized that Harry wasn't breathing.