I just stood there for a minute before it sunk in, when it did i quickly grabbed my bag which i had dropped and apparated to st. Mungos.

"Hello, I'm Ginny Potter, I believe my husband Harry is here" I said with a surprisingly calm voice.

"Yes, he is, fourth floor room 382"

"Thank you" I said and hurried to the elevator. It seemed like ages before the elevator got up, and even longer before the doors opened. I ran through the corridor looking at the numbers at the doors. Different scenarios flicking through my mind. How bad was it? What if he was dead? 379, 380, 381 and at last 382. There stood a guard outside the room who refused to let me in.

"Who are you, and what is your relationship to Harry?"

"I'm Ginny, and i'm his wife, please let me in" To my frustration he didn't move.

"Do you have identification?" I sighed looking through my way to large bag for my ID card. Finally i found it and handed it to him.

"Now will you please let me in"

"Okay" He said stepping out of the way and handing me my ID card.

When i stepped inside i saw a hospital bed with several healers around it. In shock i walked towards the bed. There he lay, still, he almost looked dead. I sat down at the chair next to Harrys bed taking his hand in mine. After a while a healer came up to me and took me into another room.

"How is he doing, what happened, will he be ok?"

"Well, we don't know what curse hit him, what happened was that he and Mr. Diggle were apparating to the place where the man they were chasing was and they landed in the middle of a duel with several people involved. Mr. Diggle brought him here about 30 minutes ago."

"But will he be ok?" I repeated

"I'm sorry, but we don't know anything yet. We found this letter in his coat pocket, it's adressed to you." She handed me a small folded up piece of parchment with my name on it and i immediately started reading.

Dear Ginny,

If you are reading this it means that i am either dead or injured. I hope you never get to see this letter, since that would mean that i'm either dead or injured and we wouldn't want that would we? I always write letters like these when i'm going on dangerous missions and so far you thankfully haven't had to read any of them. I'm now either dead or injured and i just want you to know that no matter what I love you, always will with my whole heart. As you know you were the last thing on my mind when Voldemort killed me and you are always on my mind when i'm gone. Tell the kids that i love them too, i really wish i could have been there for Lily's birthday, but like you probably explained to her i don't choose my missions. If I die I want you to be happy, and if you fall in love again which I hope you will please don't feel guilty, I want you to have a family that loves you, even if i'm not able to be a part of it. I have to go now, be strong and stay safe.

Love always,

Harry

I looked down at the letter and i felt tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I walked into the room where Harry was and saw that the healers had left the room. I sat down next to him and took his hand in mine again. After a while i heard a group of people come in. I looked up to see Mom, Hermione, Ron, Lily, Albus, James and Teddy enter the room. As soon as she saw me, Hermione ran up to me and hugged me tight.

"He'll be OK, I know he will" She whispered in my ear. I looked over her shoulder to see my children and Teddy just standing there. Lilly didn't understand what was going on.

"Why is daddy sleeping?" Lily asked.

"Well, daddy met a very bad man who hurt him, and he got so hurt that he became uncontious." Teddy, Albus and James seemed to know what was going on and they just stared at the man who was usually so full of life lying completely still infront of them. I looked at Ron who was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, not quite knowing what to do, I could see the shock in his eyes, his best friend was lying in a hospital bed yet again, but this time the healers had no idea what to do. He slowly walked forward, staring at the body, and not knowing what to do he pulled me into an awkward hug.

"He'll be fine" He said trying to cheer me up "I promise"