Herrmione POV

The lift clatters to a stop on the 4th floor and we rush out into the hall. A medi-witch sees us and heads over. She looks at Ginny, then speaks to Mrs. Weasley seriously.

"Come this way with me," she says, and we follow her silently. The medi-witch leads us to a room with a standard hospital operating table and a curtained window. Next to the bed is a table with various vials of potions and bandages.

Ron walks over and lays Ginny down on the operating table, straightens out her arms and legs, and rejoins the group. The medi-witch leaves the room and she re-enters a minute later with two Healers, who come right over to Ginny's unconscious form. The medi witch escorts us out of the room and tells us that we have to sit outside while the Healers work on Ginny. None of us even protest like we usually would because we know the seriousness of the situation. We figure that out when we're brought to an operating room instead of a regular one.

Our fractured family sits in silence, waiting, waiting for the verdict on Ginny. After what seems like forever, I break the silence, shattering the glassy feeling around us.

"We need to tell Harry." I say, looking around at everyone for confirmation. They all nod, and I volunteer to go get him.

"No, I can go," protests Ron, but I won't listen.

"She's your sister. You need to stay here and help."

Ron looks like he is about to protest, but he knows that my words are true.

"I'll be right back." I say, walking around the corner and out of sight, not realizing that maybe Ron needs me to stay too.