ONE HOUR LATER

"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs, "It's time for breakfast!"

There was no response.

"Ginny Weasley, it is past time to get up!"

Still no response.

"I'm coming up there!"

No response.

Mrs. Weasley stormed up the stairs and to Ginny's room. She flung open the door and moved to the bed to wake Ginny, but there was no Ginny in the bed to wake. Maybe she was hiding.

"Think it's funny, do you, hiding?" Mrs. Weasley said, and she pulled open the closet door. No Ginny. She looked under the bed. No Ginny. She straightened up and looked around. Those were the only places to hide in the room. Then she saw it. The window was open, curtains blowing in the wind. A cold draft was coming in through the window. Why would Ginny have the window open? It was winter. Mrs. Weasley went over and closed it. Then she turned back. What was that? She had seen something on the ground outside. She pulled up the window and stuck her head outside. Far down below was something from her deepest nightmares. Far down below lay a person. Her only daughter. Mrs. Weasley screamed. She ran down the stairs and pushed past Ron.

"What's wrong Mum? We heard you scream."

Mrs. Weasley said nothing and pushed past him and out the front door. She ran along the side of the house and turned the corner. There she was. There Ginny lay on the snow. Mrs. Weasley ran to her side. The snow around Ginny's body was stained crimson with her blood, her limbs askew at all the wrong angles. Mrs. Weasley put one hand to her daughter's fragile neck, searching for a pulse, any sign of life. Only the faintest pulse was detectable. Just then Ron came around the corner. He stopped at the sight before him and he opened and closed his mouth for a minute, trying to speak, before he made any sound.

"Is she- is she-" He couldn't find the words.

"She's barely there. We need to get her to St. Mungo's. You'll need to carry her. "

Then Hermione, George, Bill, and Fleur came around the side of the house. They stopped and stared in shock as Ron picked Ginny up in his arms and held her carefully.

"She isn't dead, but she will be if we don't hurry." said Mrs. Weasley before anyone could ask. "Ron and all of us can apparate to St. Mungo's now. It's safe to."

They all apparated to St. Mungo's. Mrs. Weasley helped Ron stay up under Ginny's dead weight. The welcome witch looked up at them and went somber.

"Floor 4 for that."

The group headed over to the lift and squeezed in, careful not to jostle Ginny.

AN: Should I put this chapter in first person? Because the rest is in first person later in the story. I guess I haven't just done it because I think it would be hard/sound weird with no person's specific perspective and I can't picture doing Mrs. Weasley perspective.

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