Harry slowly opened his eyes and found that he had a splitting headache. He could feel the stiff sheets on top of him and that he could only mean that he had landed himself in the Hospital Wing once again.
Harry tried to remember what had happened, and the realisation hit him like a bludger. Sirius was dead. Harry was overcome with emotion and he felt almost everything at once. Anger, hatred, sorrow, self-pity, pain and most of all, grief.
Sirius was gone and it wall all his fault. If only he hadn't been so stupid and if maybe if he had thought the plan over, then Sirius wouldn't have needed to come and save him. Even Hermione had told him that maybe he should contact Sirius before rushing off into what could have been a trap, and being Harry, he didn't listen. Maybe Hermione was right about his 'saving people complex'. Harry tried to remember what had happened after that, and it all came flooding back to him.
Ginny.
The last thing that he could remember was grabbing hold of Ginny's hand just before she said the killing curse. Harry started to panic and he could feel burning hot tears running down his cheeks at the thought that Ginny was dead. Once again, another one of his loved ones dead. Harry didn't think that he could cope with the thought that he had got Ginny killed ,as well as Sirius, in one night. Harry was suddenly brought out of his trance as he heard footsteps coming towards his bed a few seconds later, the curtain that was around his bed was pulled back and Madam Pomfrey walked towards him.
"Ah Mister Potter, your awake, finally. Whatever is the matter dear?", she said, noticing his tears.
"Oh Merlin, it's all my fault. Where is Ginny? Is she alright?", Harry asked but dreading the answer.
"Don't worry Mr Potter, she is alive. However, it was a close shave. Unfortunately, Miss Weasley is still sleeping, you both have been for 2 weeks." stated Madam Pomfrey.
Harry let out a sigh of relief at knowing that she wasn't dead. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but his heart still ached.
"What happened? Is everyone okay? Why were we asleep for so long?", asked Harry impatiently. Madam Pomfrey gave him a sad smile.
"Well Mister Potter, nobody knows what happened exactly. while Miss Weasley and yourself have been sleeping, there have been meetings and it turns out that the only thing we know is that Professor Dumbledore and Remus Lupin found the both of you lying on the floor in the Ministry holding hands, while a blue light was surrounding the two of you. As for the reason you've been asleep for so long is unknown. There seem to be nothing wrong with you both physically, so I suspect it is a case of magical exhaustion. Miss Weasley however, is still asleep and I thought that maybe when you woke, then she would too. The only thing that is different from what I can tell, is that she seems to have a strange mark on the inside of her wrist that wasn't there before. You have one too, Mister Potter." explained Madam Pomfrey.
Harry immediately looked at his wrist and noticed that a small mark, which looked somewhat like a birthmark, in a shape of a flame was engraved on his wrist.
"Can I see her?" asked Harry. Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern look.
"You are in no condition to move from that bed young man! You must get as much rest as possible to regain your strength. But I assure you Mr Potter, when Miss Weasley wakes up you will be the first person I will tell." said Madam Pomfrey, who managed to change her expression from stern to soft in a matter on seconds. Harry just sat there and nodded.
"Now then, you need to take these potions three times a day for the next week, do you understand? No excuses!. Now take this dreamless sleep potion and rest Mr Potter." said Madam Pomfrey finally as she hurried off behind the curtain.
Harry took the potion and poured the cool liquid down his throat. He felt his eyelids start to drop almost instantly, and a dreamless sleep overtook him.
TO BE CONTINUED...