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Saving the Saviour
Chapter 3: Starting the Long Tough Road
Harry awoke the next morning, feeling a bit better than he had been. His arm didn't bother him at all, though his head was still painful, though not as much as the previous day.
He looked around, blinking. Wishing he knew where his glasses were. Though not blind by any means, he was near-sighted enough that everything not next to his bed was blurry.
"How are you doing? I mean are you feeling okay?" April asked him, remembering to ask questions that could be answered with a yes or no nod of his head.
Harry nodded his head, but then realized that his left leg felt weird. Not really numb and not tingling like it was asleep, it just felt odd. Sighing, he had no way of communicating that to the Medi-Witch. He thought that he needed to find some way to communicate with people.
"Are you hungry this morning?" April asked.
Harry nodded his head vigorously, though he stopped quickly, the fast motion causing his head to hurt. Actually he felt famished and hoped he'd get something besides broth.
April sent off her Patronus and grabbed a couple of potions. She administered them and smiled wanly at the face Harry made. "Sorry that they don't taste so well," she said sympathetically.
Harry nodded in understanding, wondering if Snape purposely made them taste so bitter.
Harry's breakfast arrived quickly and he was pleased to see it was a bowl of porridge with some small pieces of cut up strawberries on top. It may not have been "solid" food but it was something he ate on occasion at Hogwarts for a change from the eggs, bacon and sausage he normally ate.
When April went to grab the spoon, he looked at her pleadingly, glancing at the spoon.
The Medi-Witch understood what he was trying to convey. "If you feel up to it, give it a try. Just let me know if you need any help," she replied with a smile.
Though it was a bit of a struggle and tired him quite a bit, Harry was able to feed himself. He was glad that his glass of pumpkin juice had a straw as he found it easier to just lean down and take a sip rather than try to lift the glass.
After he was done eating, April changed the bandage on his head, removing the complete head covering and replacing it with one that just wrapped around his head, leaving his hair sticking up on top.
A short time later Ginny, Molly and Arthur entered. Ginny took one look at him and giggled. When Harry gave her a questioning look she said "Your hair is sticking up on top."
Harry blushed but gave her a shy smile.
Arthur came forward and smiled at him. "Hi, Harry," he said cheerfully. "It's good to see you looking so much better."
Harry nodded at him, smiling at the warm feeling he got. He had always liked the Weasley patriarch and that he would come and see him like he was now, touched him deeply.
"Well, I can't stay as I need to get to the Ministry, but I wanted to come see you now that you're on the road to recovery."
Harry had to fight against the tears that filled his eyes.
Arthur reached out and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "We're all here for you," he said softly.
Harry could only nod, a small smile on his face.
"Well, I'd better run. Goodbye for now and I'll see you later," Arthur said, giving him one last small squeeze. As Arthur left Ginny took her seat by Harry's side.
He noticed she had her Hogwarts book bag with her and wondered why. She reached in and pulled out a muggle notepad and ball point pen and handed them to him.
"I thought this might help in communicating," she said with a smile.
Harry's eyes lit up and he grabbed them. ~Thank you!~ he wrote with a smile.
"I had Dad pick them up for me," she said happily.
~Thank him for me too~
"I will, don't worry," Ginny replied.
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.
~Glasses?~
Ginny looked at her mother and showed her Harry's note.
Molly smiled sadly. "I'll check with Remus, but I think he said they were broken beyond repair. But now that you're awake I'll see if we can't get you a new pair."
Harry took the notepad back.
~How is Remus and why hasn't he stopped in?~
Molly grimaced slightly. "He's been very worried about you but I haven't seen him for about a week or so. As why he hasn't been in, he said that he didn't want to see you while you were unconscious."
Harry's face fell.
~Okay~ he wrote but you could tell he was very sad about it.
Molly looked at him sympathetically. "Don't worry, next time I see him, I'll tell him you're awake now and I'm sure he'll stop by."
Harry just nodded, still not looking very happy. He then noticed Ginny staring at him.
~What?~
Ginny giggled again. "I'm sorry but your hair looks kind of funny sticking up like that," she said apologetically.
~I'm glad you find me amusing~ he wrote, trying to look upset, but the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly gave him away.
April came over and saw Harry with the notepad and pen. "What a marvellous idea," she said in surprise. "So now that you can answer more than yes or no questions, how are you feeling?"
Harry started writing ~Fi~ but when Ginny glared at him, he crossed it out.
~Pretty good. Head still hurts some and left leg feels weird~ he wrote looking at Ginny, who nodded to him, letting him know that she was pleased he was telling the truth.
April read the note with a small frown. "What do you mean by weird?" she asked with concern.
Harry scrunched his face. ~Not numb, not tingly, just odd~
The Medi-Witch nodded. "I'll let Healer Payne know so he can check it out," she informed him before getting his chart and making a note.
Molly looked at him with a small smile. While he had lost some weight while unconscious, he didn't look nearly as bad as he did after staying at his relatives for most of the summer. "How are you eating, Dear?" she asked.
~Had porridge this morning. Fed myself~ he wrote with a smile.
"That's wonderful," Ginny said with a bright smile, with Molly concurring.
~Hoping for real food soon~ he wrote, causing Ginny to giggle.
"What's so funny?" April asked.
"Harry is hoping for some real food," Ginny replied with a smile.
April smiled at Harry. "We'll see," she said. "Any problems with breakfast?"
Harry shook his head, No.
Ginny noticed that Harry kept glancing at her and would drop his eyes or turn his head when she looked back and she wondered if it meant what she hoped.
Harry placed the notepad in his lap and shyly reached out and took Ginny's hand which was laying on the bed nearby, looking up into her eyes.
Ginny smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze.
Harry smiled back and squeezed her hand in return, an act that didn't go unnoticed by Molly who smiled and pointedly looked towards April who smiled in return.
Harry and Ginny
In a small run down house somewhere between Bristol and Bath, Remus Lupin was pacing the floor. Watching him was his oldest friend, Sirius Black.
"Calm down, Remus. At least you can go see him, though maybe . . ."
Remus turned around and glared at Sirius. "Don't even think it!" he growled.
Sirius just laughed. "I know, St. Mungo's would never allow Padfoot in."
Remus shot him a disgusted look and began to pace again.
"Just go and see him," Sirius said softly. "You know I would if I could. I need to know how my Godson is doing."
Remus flopped down in a worn old chair, bent his head and grabbed his hair.
"I can't," he moaned.
Sirius sighed. "And just why can't you?" he asked tiredly.
"I . . .I . . .I just can't," Remus replied feebly.
"That's no reason," Sirius barked. "I think you're just avoiding him and I can't understand why."
Remus glared at Sirius again. "You don't understand," he replied hotly.
"So tell me, make me understand," Sirius pleaded.
Remus took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully. "There was so much blood," he said angrily. "And that animal Dursley is being treated there. I'm afraid I'll lose my temper and go kill him. Besides, Molly said he was still unconscious."
'That was almost two weeks ago," Sirius countered.
"Ten days," Remus snapped.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever. A lot could have changed since then." He then looked at Remus and smiled. "If you're really afraid you'll run off and kill Dursley, take Tonks with you."
"I . . .I can't," Remus said, glaring at Sirius once again.
"And why not?" Sirius asked, exasperatedly.
"She'll, she'll think I like her," Remus protested feebly.
"But you do like her," Sirius said with a grin.
"I can't . . . She'll. . .I," Remus stammered.
Sirius rolled his eyes at his friend. "I really wish you'd get your head out of your arse!" he said emphatically.
"But you know what I am!" Remus protested.
"Yeah I do. And so does she and guess what. She – Doesn't – Care" Sirius shouted at him.
Remus sagged down into his chair. "I'll think about it," he said softly.
"Just do it!" Sirius said.
Remus sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head. "Okay," he replied quietly. He rose and headed out through the kitchen toward the back door.
"Merlin, is he stubborn," Sirius whispered.
"I heard that," he heard from the next room.
"Just go!" he shouted. When he heard the back door open and close, he smiled, grabbed the bottle of Firewhisky next to him and poured himself another drink.
"I hope Dora appreciates it," he said with a smile.
Harry and Ginny
Nymphadora Tonks, or Tonks as she prefers to be called if you want to keep your bits intact, was sitting in her flat, picking at her dinner of cold Chinese take-a-way, even though it was only mid-morning. She'd had the overnight shift and was just now getting around to getting something to eat.
Her thoughts, as they often were when she was alone, were on a certain slightly older werewolf that she knew. She was wondering what she had to do to break through the wall the man had built up around his emotions.
She was startled out of her thinking by a knock on her door.
"Coming!," she cried out, rising slowly, wondering who it could be.
As she approached the door she grabbed her wand, "No sense in not being careful," she thought.
When she opened the door she was shocked but pleased to see Remus Lupin standing there, looking quite nervous.
"Remus, come in!" she exclaimed, perhaps a bit more exuberantly than she intended. She grabbed a hold of his arm and literally dragged him into her flat.
She saw the surprised look on his face and immediately let go. "Get a grip on yourself girl, or you're going to scare him away," she thought to herself. "Now calm down and find out why he's here."
"Remus, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?" she asked in a much calmer voice, though her heart was beating a little faster than normal.
"I, ah. . .well, that is, . . .I mean . . ." Remus stammered. "Calm down you idiot. Your acting like a tongue-tied fifteen year old."
He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. "What I mean is, could I talk you into coming with me to visit Harry," he finally got out coherently.
Tonks was taken by surprise and her face showed it. Though she gathered herself back together quickly.
When she saw Remus' face fall a little, she quickly said, "Yes, I'd love to go see Harry with you. I've been meaning to stop by myself but have been so busy with work, I just haven't gotten around to it." She made a hand gesture at her Auror robes she was still wearing.
She was gratified to see him relax and thought it kind of sweet and funny that he wouldn't meet her eyes. Smiling she thought "He looks like a fifteen year old going on his first date."
"Why don't you have a seat while I go change," she said much more calmly.
"O-okay," Remus said, taking a breath. He went into the small living area off the kitchen where Tonks had a couch, chair and a muggle Telly set up. There were also a section of bookcases that he began to look over.
Tonks flew into her bedroom and slammed the door. Her eyes darting around the room at the clothes that were scattered everywhere. "What to wear, what to wear," she thought hastily to herself.
Eyeing the tee and black cargo pants she had worn the day before, she thought about throwing them on. She shook her head quickly. "NO, I want to make a bit more of an impression."
Her eyes darted around once more, hoping something would jump out at her. Then she saw something hanging in her closet, a nice sensible dress in a soft blue, not as light as a sky-blue but not as bold as a royal either. It was somewhere in between. The soft, floaty material fell between her knees and mid-calf, showing just enough of her shapely legs.
She hurried over and grabbed it and sped off into her bathroom. She quickly washed her face and at the last minute decided to put on a touch of make up. Nothing too overstated, just enough to accent her features.
She left her hair her trademark pink but softened it a couple of shades. She also lengthen it a bit so it fell well below her shoulders. She pulled the dress on, patted it flat and took one last look in the mirror and gave herself a nod.
"Perfect!"
She tucked her wand away, grabbed her purse, which she hardly ever used, took a calming breath and stepped out of her bedroom.
Remus stood perusing the book shelves, too nervous to sit and wait. There were a fairly large selection of Auror and Defence Against the Dark Arts books that didn't surprise him, seeing her chosen line of work.
The things he found interesting where the books on music, history and art, some of them obviously well read and he realized that they probably had a lot of interests in common.
He also chuckled when he saw the couple of shelves filled with romance novels, both wizard and muggle in equal quantities. He had just pulled one off the shelf, Titled Isablle and the Werewolf of the Rannock Moor when he heard a noise behind him.
Turning quickly, book still in hand, he said "Ready . . ." then he froze at the vision of loveliness before him.
Tonks smiled at his reaction. "I think he noticed." she thought with a smile.
Quickly gathering his wits about him, he said "Ready to go?" as calmly as he could.
Tonks sauntered across the room and took the book from his hand, reading the title. "Found something you like?" she asked with a smirk.
When Remus' eyes widened and he blushed deeply, she gave a low laugh. "This is one of my favourites," she said, slipping the book back on the shelf. "If you're interested I'll lend it to you."
Remus just stood there with his mouth open, not knowing what to say. Tonks laughed and took his arm, steering him towards the door. "We can talk about that later," she said, giving him a smirk.
"Good Godric, what have I gotten myself into now?" he thought as they Apparated away to St. Mungo's.
Harry and Ginny
Harry was thinking about his glasses when he suddenly grabbed his pen.
~My wand, my things. What happened to them!~
Ginny read the note and saw the panicked look in his eyes. "Don't worry. Remus brought everything to the Burrow. It's all safe," she said reassuringly. Then with a giggle, she whispered, "I borrowed your cloak to sneak in here the night you were brought in. I hope you don't mind."
Sagging in relief, he wrote ~It's fine. Glad you did.~
Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, something that had become something that they shared as a kind of special thing between them. Smiling he let his mind open to see the magic like his mother had taught him.
He saw the warm blue flowing down out of Ginny into his hand where it spread out, filling him with a deep warmth.
His gaze then drifted upwards till he was looking at Ginny. He was surprised to see a soft golden-silverish glow surround her. He found the effect quite startling. And he found himself blushing lightly, though it seemed no one else noticed, much to his gratification. He felt he was looking deep into her soul.
He looked away, not wanting to be caught staring and he was surprised at how many different colours he saw around the room. There was a rainbow of colours everywhere. Greens, reds, yellows, blues, purples and a thousand different shades of all of them. He found himself a bit overwhelmed by all the magic he found around him.
His attention was suddenly drawn to the door as two people walked in. He sat up suddenly, practically bouncing where he sat.
Unthinking he tried to yell "Remus," but all that came out was a "Rehhh," sound.
Remus stopped just inside the door, blinking his eyes, trying to clear them. There sat his pseudo-Godson, looking a bit battered and bruised, but staring back at him happily.
He was frozen in place until a gentle push on his back sent him forward and he glanced at Tonks who was smiling at him, her eyes silently urging him to go to Harry.
Remus walked forward slowly, taking in all Harry he could see. Without his glasses the bruising on his cheek stood out, though not as bad as it had been, it was still a pretty horrifying sight. That and the bandage wrapped around his head was what he could see.
He fought to urge to crush Harry into a hug, but wrapped his arms around him gently, though Harry's return hug was pretty fierce.
"It's so good to see you," he said emotionally.
Harry nodded his head vigorously, not caring that it hurt some and made him feel a bit dizzy.
While Remus was hugging Harry, Tonks came over and stood next to the seated Ginny. Her eyes were misting also, the memory of how she had found Harry fresh in her mind. She had been so afraid that they were going to lose him.
With a small sniffle, she turned her attention to the young witch sitting next to her. "How's he doing?" she asked lowly.
Ginny took a quick glance at Harry before turning her attention back to Tonks. "Pretty good now," she explained. "They healed his arm the other day and luckily he napped most of the time so it wasn't too bad. His head still bothers him some and he gets a bit dizzy if he moves to fast. He also said his left leg is bothering him and we're waiting for Healer Payne to come in and check him over."
Ginny sighed. "I guess you can say he's doing as good as expected, maybe a little better," she finished.
"So how are you doing?" Tonks asked with a small smile.
Ginny sighed again. "Pretty good now, but it was really hard while he was still unconscious," she admitted.
Tonks noticed Remus stand up and Harry was looking at her with his arms wide open. She stepped forward and hugged him as tightly as she dared. Once again, Harry was having none of that and hugged her fiercely.
Tonks lost the battle to keep her tears under control as she felt them trail down her cheeks. She was sure she was probably wrecking the little make-up she had applied but she didn't care. I was just so great to see Harry alive.
Harry let go and quickly grabbed his pen and notepad. ~They told me you one who found me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!~
Tonks just nodded her head, to choked up to say anything. She had begun to see Harry as a little brother and the thought of how close they had come to losing him scared her to her core.
Remus leaned in and whispered. "Sirius sends his love."
Harry nodded. ~How is he~
"Okay," Remus replied. "He's been getting out as Padfoot so he's not totally bored."
As Remus was talking with Harry, Ginny looked Tonks up and down. "You look nice," she said slowly. "Different but nice. I suspect it's because of a certain gentleman you're with," she said mischievously.
Tonks tried not to blush but wasn't totally successful. "Yeah, you caught me," she said, giving Ginny a small glare. But then she smiled. "Though it seems I might just have been successful. You should have seen his face when I stepped out of my bedroom."
Ginny couldn't help giggling. "And why were you alone in the bedroom?" she asked saucily.
Tonks rolled her eyes. "Please, one shock at a time. He isn't ready for that, . . . yet." she replied with a grin.
"So how have things been going with . . ." she said, nodding her head in Harry's direction.
Ginny looked over at Harry and smiled. "Pretty good. I mean we're just getting to know one another. I have caught him sneaking peeks at me and he's actually reached out and taken my hand several times," she sighed. "It does give a girl hope."
Tonks smiled at the young girl. "Give it time. He's discovering just what a fine, wonderful young woman you are. He'll come around."
"Thanks, Ginny said, beaming. "I know it's true but hearing someone else say it makes it more real and not just my imagination."
Remus had conjured a chair on the other side of Harry's bed and they were talking lowly, well at least Remus was, Harry was scribbling his replies as fast as he could. Ginny and Tonks were talking in hushed tones, for the moment ignoring all the others.
Molly and April looked on and smiled.
"It's wonderful that Harry has all of you," the young Medi-Witch said. "It's a known fact that a happy person heals much faster than one who isn't."
Molly sighed a bit unhappily, though she still had a smile on her face. "He's had such a hard life," she said softly. "I'm just glad he came into our lives."
"Ginny told me a lot about Harry's life while we spent time together." April confessed. "It's obvious that she cares for him quite a bit."
Molly laughed lowly. "Yes, The-Boy-Who-Lived was her favourite bedtime story when she was a little girl."
"She neglected to tell me that," April said with a laugh.
"She took a lot of teasing from her brothers about it," Molly said with a sigh. "I can't tell you how many times I had to dry her tears but she eventually learned to ignore them. I think it really toughened her up because she no longer lets them get to her. Of course she had the biggest crush on Harry, until after her first year."
"Ginny told me all about that. She has to be a strong young woman because of that and to have rebounded the way she has. She has such a wonderful spirit and drive," April said in admiration.
"I still shudder when I think about how close we came to losing her," Molly said emotionally. "In most ways she's no longer a child because of it. I thank God every night that Harry was able to saver her."
"He's a remarkable young man, from what Ginny has told me. I can't believe all he's been through." April said. "And to think he's only fourteen."
"Almost fifteen," Molly said wistfully. She then looked at the Medi-Witch hopefully. "His birthday is the thirty-first. Do you think it would be a problem if the whole family came and helped him celebrate it? I promise we'll keep it low key."
"I'll have to check, but I don't see it as being a problem," April replied.
Molly nodded in acceptance, knowing that was as good as she could hope for, given the circumstances.
At that moment, Healer Payne came strolling into the room. He stopped just inside, taking in the assemblage of people who were there.
"You seem to be a pretty popular person, Mr. Potter," he said amiably.
As he came over to Harry's bed, Remus stood and vanished his chair.
"So, you told Medi-Witch Johnson that you seem to be having trouble with your leg," he stated.
Harry nodded and grabbing his notepad, he turned back to the note he had written.
The healer read it, nodding. He drew his wand and cast several spells. First on his leg and then moving up to the site of his head injury. He looked on pensively for a moment, before turning for Harry's chart that April had already in hand.
He made a couple of notations and turned back to Harry. "I'm making a few changes to your potion regimen. I'm adding a mild strengthening potion and changing one of your healing potions to try and work on the nerves running to your leg," he explained. "I'll be honest with you though, we may just have to wait to see how you continue to heal."
Harry nodded in acceptance. He may not like it, but that was just the way it was. He did feel a little better when Ginny took his hand and gave it a squeeze.
He smiled at her but then slipped his hand out and grabbed his notepad. Turing to a fresh page, he wrote, ~Thanks for telling me the truth~
The healer patted him on the shoulder with an encouraging smile. "I always will, Harry," he said softly.
Harry nodded, glad he wasn't being kept in the dark.
The healer said goodbye to everyone and departed, but suddenly April darted out after him.
"Healer Payne," she called out quietly.
"Yes, Miss Johnson?" he asked as he turned around. "Did you forget something?"
"No sir, not really. I wanted a quick word but didn't want Mr. Potter to overhear," April said with a small smile.
The healer raised one eyebrow, wondering what she wanted that couldn't be said if front of Harry, he'd just promised to always tell him the truth.
April launched right into it, not wanting to be gone too long. "Mrs Weasley asked about the possibility of having all the family in for a small celebration for Mr. Potter's birthday on the thirty-first?"
A smile broke out on the man's face. "I think that's a splendid idea. All too often patients are treated as if they are too fragile but I believe that they need the good to counter the bad."
"Thank you, sir. I'll let Mrs. Weasley know," April said in relief, glad that his "family" was going to do something so nice for the boy.
As she started to turn away, "Just one thing," Healer Payne said.
April stopped, wondering if there would be some kind of catch and looked at the man questioningly.
"Please let me know what time they plan on, I'd like to stop by," he said with a smile.
"Yes sir," April said in relief. Healer Payne was one of the staff favourites, a gentle and compassionate man. "Too bad he's married," she thought to herself.
She hurried back into Harry's room, hoping he hadn't missed her or would question her about what she had been doing. Luckily it looked like Harry was none the wiser as he was paying close attention to Ginny, Tonks and Remus.
Molly though had noticed her departure and wondered what was going on, then she remembered about the party. When April returned she looked at her, one eyebrow raised and head slightly cocked, a questioning look on her face.
April took a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying any attention before she gave a quick nod to the Weasley matriarch.
Molly smiled and gave a curt nod back, letting April know that she understood. Now she had plans to make and not a whole lot of time to make them.
Harry began to tire and participated less and less in the discussion going on around him. He tried to follow the conversation as it went back and forth between Ginny, Tonks and Remus, but it became harder and harder.
Ginny was the first to notice as Harry's participation waned and he slumped further back into the bed. Though he was still smiling, she could see his eyes struggling to stay open.
She rolled her eyes, knowing Harry would never say anything. He was just enjoying having visitors too much to want them to leave.
She looked over at April who was talking to her Mum but keeping an eye on Harry too. Their eyes locked and April was able to understand what Ginny was trying to convey.
Excusing herself from Molly she made her way over to the bed. "Well. It looks like someone is getting a bit tired," she said good-naturedly.
Everyone got the message, even Harry who had looked like he want to complain for a moment but then nodded his head in acceptance. He took his pen in hand and scribbled a quick ~Goodbye~ which he held up and showed everybody.
Tonks was the first to come hug Harry. She hugged him a little tighter than she had when she arrived. "It's so good to see you getting better," she whispered in his ear, fighting her tears once again.
Harry's return hug wasn't nearly a fierce as his welcoming one. He did nod his head, letting her know how much he appreciated her coming. It meant the world to him.
Remus was next and he was just as emotional in saying goodbye as Tonks was. When he began to pull away, Harry grabbed his pad. ~Take Tonks to lunch~
Remus looked at him a bit surprised. When he hesitated, Harry wrote ~Just Do It!"
Remus couldn't help but laugh thinking just how much alike he was with Sirius. "Okay, Harry," he said softly. With a smile, he went and joined Tonks at the door. With a final wave they were gone.
Molly came over and kissed Harry on the cheek. "I'll be running along for now too." she said warmly. "I can't leave them all alone at home for too long. Who knows what I'd find when I returned."
Harry gripped her tightly in a big hug, and actually kissed her cheek as she parted.
Molly smiled and said, "I'll see you later."
Harry nodded and lay back again, smiling as the closest person he had as a mother left.
Lunch arrived soon after and Harry was pleased to see it was a much heartier thick stew this time, with huge chunks of meat and vegetables. Accompanying it was a small loaf of fresh bread, not quite as good as Mrs. Weasley's but to someone who hadn't eaten much in the way of tasty solid food for a while, it was divine.
Harry once again fed himself, though Ginny did butter his bread for him. She was given the exact same meal for her lunch and they sat mainly in silence while they ate.
As they finished lunch, Ginny noticed how wan Harry was looking, his bruises standing out starkly against his white skin and she chided herself for not saying something quicker when she noticed how tired he was getting.
Harry settled back into his bed, smiling tiredly at Ginny. His thoughts first went to how nice it had been to see Tonks and Remus, especially as it looked like Tonks had dressed up for the werewolf.
His thoughts then drifted to how wonderful Molly and April were in taking care of him. Sure it was the Medi-Witch's job but she seemed to take personal interest in him and he really appreciated it.
Finally his thoughts went to Ginny. He couldn't believe how close he was getting to her and how much she cared. It really touched his heart and he remembered some of the things his Mum had told him. Yes, he really wanted to continue getting to know Ginny.
His eyes drifted shut and he hung on the edge of consciousness. He thought he heard or maybe it was just a dream, "Sleep well, Harry. I'm here if you need me. I love you." Then there was the feeling of someone kissing his cheek. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: Harry continues to recovery, not to say everything is going to be easy. I'd like to address an issue someone brought up in a review. While Harry "loves" April for her kind and caring manner and will become closer to her as she helps in his treatment, it will definitely NOT be a romantic relationship. He admires her for what she does and how she goes about it, taking a personal interest but that's all.
~TEXT~ is Harry writing if you hadn't figured it out.
"Italics" is a person's thoughts
As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated.