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Beep. Beep. Beep. Ginny grasped his hand firmly, sobs wracking her body. Tears slipped down her face. She heard the door open and close, but she barely registered it.
"So, we have hooked him up to Muggle equipment to keep him stable. We have tried everything we can and we are not sure what curse that man used." At this Ginny flung herself over James, cradling his frail, unconscious body in her shaking arms. How could she let this happen?! The Healer continued, but she was not listening. The Healer eventually left. She sobbed for what felt like hours until everything went dark.
When she awoke, she was in a hospital gown on a bed next to James. Everything came back to Ginny in a rush and she leapt off of the bed and called a Healer over.
"Oh good, you are awake. I am Healer Prewell. I am working with Healer Frank to work on James' er… situation. We are going to ask you some questions." Healer Prewell told Ginny who was now listening attentively.
"Okay."
"What happened after the man cast that spell?" Healer Prewell gently asked.
"James started shaking and whimpering and looked in pain." Ginny shuddered.
"Did you hear or remember the spell?"
"Well… n-n-n-no…" Ginny dissolved into tears again. The Healer patted her on the shoulder.
"Is his father here?" Healer Prewell took James' vitals.
"His father is not here." Ginny told the Healer sharply despite her tears.
"Okay! Is there anyone we can contact to look after … er… James?" The Healer asked, but Ginny knew he was talking about her.
"No- wait! Er… my friend Neville Longbottom." The Healer nodded and left the room. As soon as he left, Ginny leapt off of the ground and ran over to her robe which was at the corner of the room. She searched through her pocket until she found what she was looking for.
"Ouch!" A glass shard. Sucking on her cut finger, Ginny looked into it. She saw nothing. Ginny knew she shouldn't hope for a glance of the green eyes, but the witch could not help but dream. She remembered the moment he had given it to her.
"Hey Ginny!" Harry called her over to his room. She grinned sneakily and slipped in.
"What's up?" Harry pressed his mouth against hers before pressing something into her hand. He pulled away, much to Ginny's displeasure and grinned.
"If we are separated…"
Ginny had treasured it ever since. The last piece of Harry she had left. She was so deep in thought that she did not notice Healer Prewell come in.
"Neville is er… Mrs. Weasley?" Ginny looked up.
"Oh yes. Send him in!" Ginny shakily told him. The Healer left and Neville came back a second later.
"Bloody hell Gin?! I told you I was busy. You don't want me and I don't want -" His mouth became an o as he stared at James unconscious body.
"Gin - I …" Neville began again, but could not bring himself to speak. "How?" He whispered. Ginny looked at him with eyes filled with such pain and sadness that Neville could not speak.
"I am going to send an owl to Gwenog. Can you watch him?" Ginny whispered, not wanting to wake up James even though she knew that he would not wake. He nodded, and sat down next to her. She crept out of the room and wrote a letter, taking a personal leave for a week or how long. She knew Gwenog would be angry, but the ginger witch could barely leave James' side for a minute. After sending the letter, she reentered the room. Minutes later, (what Ginny assumed must be -) Healer Frank and Healer Prewell. Healer Frank nodded to Prewell.
"Well, we have some information. Is it okay if Mr. Longbottom is in the room?" Ginny nodded at this. "We have bad news and good news. The good news - we found out the curse. Then, we move onto the bad news. The incantation is an ancient one and means "deep sleep". But that is the least of it. The victim suffers from pain similar to the Cruciatus Curse except from the inside. Right here." At this, the Healer pointed at James' heart. "The curse can take over the victim easier if, if, his parents have experienced emotional trauma. The curse immediately took over him." Stifling another sob, Ginny watched as Healer Frank pulled back James' nightgown. Ginny screamed. On his chest, in spidery lines lay a bruise-colored mark. "This is where the spell supposedly hit him." Ginny sobbed and trembled uncontrollably. She pretended that Neville's arm around her was Harry's and slowly, she calmed down.
"Yes? Is that i-i-it?" Ginny whispered, afraid of the answer.
"Unfortunately, no. Er… the curse, as its name casts the victim into a deep, painful sleep. Basically, James is in a coma. And I don't think he is going to make it."
Ginny blacked out...
"Is she okay?"
"I don't know."
"Er… Expertise Cimini." Ginny felt her body shudder awake. She screamed. Again and again and again and again and … again .. again… again… black.
When Ginny woke next, it was not because of a reawakening charm. Everything came back in a rush.
"Mrs. Weasley." Healer Prewell said gently. Ginny barely registered her, but she looked up. "I would recommend calling in any relatives to say good-bye." Ginny nodded numbly. "Now we cannot have you apparate until you are okay, but you can Floo. Should I give you a minute?" Ginny nodded again. When the Healer left, Ginny headed over to the door, planning to talk to Neville. Who could she call over? Her parents were out of question, and so were her siblings. Neville and her would just have to say good-bye.
"Hey." Neville entered the room, as though knowing her intentions.
"Hey, Neville." Ginny said and turned away. She had not felt any grief before she awoke. Now, all she felt was it. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
"Who are you going to call over?" Neville asked her gently.
"N-n-no one."
"What about… him?" Ginny gasped. Harry? The man she had avoided for three years? "I mean, I don't know, worth a shot?" But Ginny was already on her way, her feet covered in soot and ash as she stood in the fireplace. Then she realized that she had nowhere to go. "Oh! 356 Sixth Avenue, 7888 Hilton Apartments - " Neville supplied. Pinching the green powder, Ginny repeated the words. She was gone with a rush of smoke and ash.
Harry pinched the top of his nose and downed the potion with a disgusted expression. Wrinkling his nose, he tugged off his towel and pulled on pajama bottoms. He was rifling through his shirt drawer when he heard a loud commotion in the den. Grabbing his wand from the bathroom, Harry cautiously crept into the room. What he saw next made him drop his wand and shout.
"Parvati?" Standing in a revealing red dress, stood none other than his old classmate, Parvati Patil.
"Sorry, Harry. I was wondering if you would be home." Her eyes roamed over his exposed chest. He threw on a shirt that was draped over the couch. There was a hint of disappointment and… lust? in her eyes. "See Harry, I wouldn't come, but…" She stepped closer and trailed a hand down his shirt. He gasped and reached to pull her hand away, but she leaned in and pulled him into an intimate and deep kiss. Then, for the second time in the evening, someone appeared out of his fireplace.
The first thing that Ginny saw was the mess. There were clothes - clean or dirty, paperwork, and different draughts scattered all over the flat. Ginny grimaced, recalling her messy flat. The next thing that she noticed made her let out a wail/scream. Parvati and Harry were deep in a kiss. She didn't notice Harry trying to pull away or making frustrated noises.
"Ginny?!" Parvati asked, pulling Harry's attention away from his discomfort and to Ginny. His eyes widened in surprise and something Ginny could not tell. He looked ready to lunge for her, but all he managed was a weak "Ginny"?
"Er… sorry to interrupt your m-moment. I need to speak with Harry." Ginny trembled, very hurt. She hoped she did not show it.
"Of c-c-course!" Parvati shifted, uncomfortable. Harry stood dumbfounded as Parvati left. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen. As soon as they were alone, Ginny broke down.
"O-o-o-oh Harry!" She sobbed. Harry watched her until he walked over and hugged her firmly. Ginny cried into his shirt for a long time, until she finally took a deep breath and regained her composure. Looking embarrassed, she looked up. "Damn, how do I say this? Um, Harry, you have a son."
"What?! Where is he?! Where can I see him?" Harry asked a million times, his face only showing happiness and shock. The jet haired wizard looked around her, as though expecting to see a giggling little boy. Ginny gulped, visibly.
"He's not - he's not -" Harry stopped as a sudden thought came to him.
"Hold on. How old is he?" Harry trembled to restrain himself.
"Three?" Ginny murmured. Rage almost blinded Harry and he restrained the urge to shake Ginny firmly.
"WHAT?! YOU KEPT MY SON FROM ME FOR - WHAT? - THREE YEARS?!" Harry roared. Then he sagged. All of the fight left him and tears slipped down his cheeks.
"Ginny, I have a son?" Harry whispered, afraid.
"Yes, Harry. I-i can see now that you have Pavarit though." Harry grasped her hand before she could Floo back. "Harry. He's in a coma. And we are not sure if- if he will wake up."
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