Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling created the magic of Harry Potter. I am only trying to create some too.
Oh and I am sorry that the last chapter was so depressing. I know it was like - really sad. This will become happier later on in the chapter. I know we all need some more happy and peace. So the next chapter after this has no drama. Okay? Deal. Awesome sauce. Sorry again.
One more thing: Yeah, so, um… surprisingly I'm human and when you say something really critical in the reviews, it hurts my feelings. And that is what a recent review did. It wasn't nice or helpful - just critical. There is a difference. Yeah - I hope you can tell the difference, because that review honestly made me kind of upset.
Guys - if you review, be nice. I am only human and relatively new to fanfiction. If you say a mean review, than I won't continue writing. There is a difference between criticism and constructive criticism.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Harry woke up surrounded by Healers. Various tubes leaked into his arms and at least three of the Healers were casting spells on him. Harry vaguely remembered what happened - the Muggle drugs were making his head fuzzy. And when he realized what had happened, Harry's shouted and started painfully ripping the tubes out of his arms. The room bustled and it was chaos. At once, a Healer shoved a purple potion into his mouth - what Harry recognized as a Sleeping Draught. Slowly the chaos died down as the Sleeping Draught settled in. Harry sighed back into his pillow. Three Healers came into the room, and whispered something to the Healer who had given Harry the potion. He nodded gravely and left the room quickly, and like that, Harry fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…
When Harry woke up again, there were no Healers, potions, or needles. In fact, Harry was just lying on a hospital bed in a hospital gown. Harry sat up slowly, not wanting to disturb other patients. He slipped out of bed, registering painfully that he had a throbbing headache. He clutched his head. Groaning, he tried to open the door. It was locked. Harry ran back to the bedside table and grabbed his glasses, surveying the room for his wand. Of course they weren't going to allow a wand after last night's episode. Or was it last night? Harry shook his head, it was getting too confusing and his head felt like it might explode. Harry was about to call for a Healer, when the same Healer who had knocked him out - maybe the head Healer (?) - walked in.
"Hi Harry! I am Healer Doersch. You got knocked up pretty bad or knocked us up-" The Healer joked with a small smile.
"Where is she?! Where is Ginny?!" At this, the Healer's smile faltered a little bit and she looked down.
"Er… Harry… I am not sure that-" Healer Doersch began.
"N-no." Harry stumbled on his words, nearly choking. "Please." The Healer nodded and led Harry silently from the room. As they walked down the halls, Harry's dread grew. The rooms down here we're looking more and more similar to Lockhart's when they visited him. Finally, they stopped at a door reading 462. Harry shoved it open, not bothering to knock. The Healer let out a nervous squeak, following Harry into the room, her clipboard hanging limp at her side. The sight that met Harry's eyes shattered him. A Healer's back was to Harry, and helping a frail, pale Ginny up from a wheelchair. Quivering, Ginny stood. The Healer turned around, and so did Ginny. Her ginger hair hung limply behind her shoulders and the hospital gown looked to be three times too large, hanging over her bony shoulders. But her face and body was the worst of it. Her eyes had a resigned - no other way to put it - look. There were bags under her eyes that no amount of makeup could fix. Poorly healed cuts, bruises, and lacerations covered her body and face. They had been turned into scars. Ginny brought her hands up to her face and shrunk down behind her Healer as though scared. Harry melted onto the floor. His grief was too overwhelming.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered. The Healer in front of her shook his head slowly. Ginny did not answer. When Harry stood up and stepped closer, the Healer neither protected Ginny nor stepped aside. Harry reached behind the Healer and grabbed Ginny's hand, forcing her to look up. Harry saw no recognition to the fearless and brave Ginny he saw a week before. Then - there was a flash of it. Small, but large. And it disappeared as quickly as it came. The price of this small shred of hope for Harry, was that Ginny now wormed her way out of Harry's grasp and took a few steps back. The Healers eyed each other nervously as though knowing what was going to happen next. Ginny screamed and ran to a pillow. She stuffed her head deeper and continued screaming. Harry backed away, scared of this new Ginny. The Healers stepped forward, ignoring Harry who flinched visibly when they stabbed a needle into Ginny's arm. Immediately, she went limp. Using their wands to move her back on the bedsheet, they allowed Harry to walk over to her. She now looked… peaceful.
Like… like… like a Muggle fairy tale once read.
"Sleeping Beauty." Harry murmured. He brushed Ginny's ginger locks off of her forehead. He sat down on the chair next to her bed, rested his head on the and fell asleep.
"DADDY!" James cried, scrambling onto Harry's lap. Harry cuddled James, finding the comfort he needed. James snivelled. "Where Mommy?" James turned around and scrambled up next to Ginny. He jumped onto her chest, startling her awake. Harry grimaced, knowing that that waking method was not what she needed. But when Harry looked at Ginny, happiness and peace had flooded her eyes. And they were… back to normal.
"Hey baby!" Ginny cuddled James closer, and James who did not know that anything had been wrong, laughed. And Harry's reaction, well, Harry, not caring if there were a thousand people staring, Harry leaned in and kissed Ginny.
Long story, short, there were pretty much a thousand people watching - the Weasley family. Ginny hugged Harry, not breaking the kiss for a second. James threw his arms around Harry and curled his legs around him like a monkey on a branch. George wolf-whistled and Molly cried. Hermione, Ron, Angelina, and Arthur were simply speechless. Harry stared at them, having retreated from the kiss. Harry stood up, James dangling off of him.
"Molly, er…" Harry began, but Ginny interrupted him.
"Mum -" And before Harry knew what was happening, both women were crying into each others shoulders. Hermione and Angelina joined them, both sobbing hysterically. Ron and George looked confunded whereas Arthur looked defeated.
"Harry -" Arthur started curiously.
"No. I swear I didn't know until about three days ago." Harry looked pleadingly at him. Arthur just nodded. As Molly, Hermione, Angelina, and Ginny all retreated with tears running down their faces still, Ginny nodded. It was time she told her story. Not only to George, Angelina, Hermione, Ron, Mum, and Dad, but to Harry too.
"Again Weasley?" Gwenog asked her expasteradly. Ginny nodded, her face pale and shining with sweat. It was the fourth time this week, Ginny had run to the bathroom to throw up.
"I will go to St. Mungo's." Ginny lied. But Gwenog, just rolled her eyes, and dragged Ginny up. She apparated inside the apparation area and released her. Ginny had done this three times, saying that she was going to go, but never going. Gwenog didn't bother to worry about what apparation might do to her friend. Truth was, Ginny was afraid of what they might find.
"My friend is sick." Gwenog told them weary looking nurse.
"Right. So is everyone else here, so -"
"Puking…"
"Right." The nurse sarcastically, faking concern, nodded and murmured something to herself. Gwenog slammed her fist onto the desk and locked eye contact with the nurse.
"MY FRIEND IS SICK! Get her a ward!" Gwenog shouted, startling two purple-skinned men. This time, the nurse did call for a Healer.
Minutes later, Ginny sat in an examining room. The Healer had left thirty minutes ago and Ginny now anxiously twirled some hair around her finger. Gwenog was sitting contently, reading a Witch Weekly magazine about "Gwenog and Her Secrets". She chuckled and flipped to the next page.
"Ha!" She guffawed. "They said that I-" She stopped at the panicked look on Ginny's face. "Hey. It's okay." The muscled witch, put her arm around her troubled friend. The Healer returned, looking both anxious and exhausted.
" 'Well Mrs. Weasley, you are pregnant.' And from there, I had James, continued with the Harpies, and lived in a Muggle neighborhood. Neville lived a little bit away, and we often met for coffee, before I finally asked Neville to watch over James while I was at work. I often had to recruit a Muggle babysitter, but I did not know them very well, and I was concerned about them finding out about magic. One did, in fact, and I had to Obliviate her." Ginny finished and chuckled, wiping tears from her eyes. She looked around. Everyone was speechless and full of questions, but no one asked why she ditched Harry. Especially not Harry, who was ashamed and very upset that she never told him this and more upset that he never got to see his son grow up.
Harry excused himself, dodging Hermione, Angelina, and the Weasley family who were all bombarding Ginny with questions. Harry ran down the hall. James had ran to Ginny when everyone came in - too many new people. He dodged into the bathroom and cracked. He let silent sobs rack through his body. After fifteen minutes, Harry was left to staring impassively at the wall. A wall protected his thoughts and feelings. He did not let them enter his brain.
There was a hammering on the door and suddenly Ginny burst in, her hair down from its plait and her eyes worried. She sighed with relief and shut the door, obviously not noticing Harry's hurt and pain.
"Harry?! What's the deal-" Ginny stopped and truly looked at Harry.
"The deal is that I never got to grow up with him! And you stole him from me… " Harry took shuddering breaths, trying to calm himself.
"I remember the first time James walked. He was little, little. He was rolling on his back and clutching his tiny little toes and I reached behind myself to get one of his toys - a little deer. Like your Patronus form. Anyways, when I turned back around, James was waddling towards me on two fat little legs. Of course, he fell as soon as he reached me, but… Harry, James was all I had. I - I didn't know what to do or-" She was silenced by a passionate kiss, one both of them had been restraining for weeks. Harry tangled his hands in her hair and Ginny placed her delicate hands on his cheeks. She resisted a moan as Harry nibbled lightly on Ginny's lip. All of the sudden, there was a clamor and James burst in, tears running down his face. With a sudden change of mood, he clapped his hands and giggled. Ginny and Harry stared as James grabbed a bewildered Molly's hand and pointed at the entwined couple.
"Wing! Wing!" James shouted with delight.
"James, we don't have a birdy." Ginny told him, confused. Harry looked equally confused.
"Wing! Wing! Kissy!" James began to stomp his foot and Ginny blushed. She picked James up.
"Yes, yes James. Wedding. Mommy and Daddy kiss." Ginny felt red creep up her neck. Molly swooned. Harry just grinned.
James, Harry, and his two uncles, Ron and George, sat at in the hospital's cafe. The ladies and Arthur (unable to leave his daughter) were taking a stroll. Harry sighed, perfectly content as James wiggled on Harry's lap, playing with the deer toy that Ginny had told him about.
"You are mini Harry, aren't you?" George teased James.
"Siwy! I James! Dat's Daddy! No Hawwy." James giggled, scrambling onto Ron's lap to avoid George's fingers, ready to tickle. Harry laughed as Ron and George took turns tickling a laughing James.
"Excuse me? Are you Harry Potter?" A lady behind him asked.
"Er, yeah." The lady stepped aside, showing him Frank, his Auror officer. Harry stepped up, waving away George's and Ron's concerned expressions.
"Frank?" Harry questioned him, gesturing that they should take a stroll.
"Harry, I think something far more sinister than we would have liked to think is going on."
Hey! Sorry for the long before-Author's Note, so I will make this brief. The next chapter WILL be peaceful even though the end of this chapter suggests otherwise. We really do need some family time. Oh - also, I wrote the end of the chapter like this to catch your attention and show how in the future, the events will click together. (:
Anyways, the next chapter will be out no later than a week. You will get to see more of the Weasley family in the future, so that is good. Um, yeah.
Finally, please review your thoughts! They are really helpful. Enjoy the rest of your day - or night.