So I was compelled to write this short story because I just really needed a way to get many things off my chest, so please do not judge to harshly when it comes to grammar and spelling, I did not do any hard-core proof reading. It will only be a few chapters and each chapter pretty short.
Ginny knew that death was upon her now; she had known it would happen ever since that hospital visit twenty long years ago. She felt like releasing a sigh of relief, finally her secret was up, after all of these years she could finally explain to her family, finally have the support beside her as she died. Harry had guessed of course, when the shot doses became higher and more frequent, the potion no longer working like it used to, the fits of pain where it seemed like all she could do was sleep and wait it out, yes he had guessed but he never said anything about it, probably fearing it would be true.
Ginny blinked her eyes, the tears fell down her cheeks like small creeks, and she gave a small nod at the aged healer, he had been with her through it all, from the very beginning when they were still trying to find out her mystery illness, to now the very end.
"I truly am sorry dear, you know how the field is, there was been little research on the subject and well we have been over this." Healer Michelson looked at her, no pity was in his eyes-only sadness. Ginny clasped her hands together trying to pull herself together.
"I'm lucky, I'm lucky enough to have had a life, and I'm thankful for that. It's all I could ever ask for." She choked on the last words, her body shaking with a sob and she leapt of the table and into the healers' arms. "I'm lucky."
She was lucky, her illness was rare because most people where killed or driven insane before they could get to the point she was. The war had been brutal and Hogwarts had been no exception, she had been tortured constantly by the death eaters, to the point where she should have been driven insane, but she was not. She never lost a bit of her sanity, but because of it, her body began attacking itself, turning its defences to magic, eating away at the very core of her being, killing her. She had survived the torture but she would never escape what they had done to her, no she would live with the scars haunting her, killing her slowly inside.
Ginny pulled away and wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, she would not let this illness defeat her.
"So I guess there is no point in the shots anymore." She said forcing herself to laugh slightly.
Michelson shook his head slowly. "No dear, I think that for the next few months you should just spend with your family."
Her family, another thing to be thankful for. The potions had prolonged the illness enough to have one, to get married to Harry, to have a career that she loved, to have her own family, to raise her children and love them and care for them, the shots had given her a life, and for that, she was thankful.
"I should probably head home now."
Michelson looked her straight in the eye; his own had become misty and tear filled. "I wish I could give you more Ginny."
"You have given me a life, what more could I ask for?" Ginny said with a true smile on her face and walked out of the door.
Opinions? I know it was short but it will be in shorter segments flowing with my train of thought, depending on what you guys say I might stop here because I find it a nice ending but if you want more I have a lot more to give. Please Review!
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