A/N: House: Hufflepuff | Category: Short Story | Prompt: Jumper | Word Count: 969

Ginny stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes the muggle way; Harry was away on an auror mission and she needed something to keep her busy to keep her worry at bay. She was drying a plate when she caught a glimpse of something silvery from the corner of her eye. Her heart sank when, as she turned to get a better look at it, she saw that it was the fox Patronus that belonged to Harry's boss. She held her breath as it began to speak.

"Mrs. Potter, Harry was injured during the mission and has been taken to Saint Mungo's for spell damage."

Ginny leaned against the counter weakly and tried to gather her thoughts. She wished she had more information, particularly concerning the severity of Harry's injuries, but she would have to wait until she got to Saint Mungo's to find out. On her way to the Floo, she spotted Harry's jumper on the couch. She quickly grabbed it before throwing down the Floo powder and stating her destination. A few dizzying moments later, she arrived in the lobby and hurried to the front desk.

"Hello, I'm here for Harry Potter. I'm his wife," she said breathlessly. The receptionist gave her an odd look, and Ginny realized she had probably recognized her as Harry Potter's wife without her saying so. The receptionist smiled at her sympathetically, and Ginny clutched Harry's jumper closer to her chest.

"Yes, dear, he's in room 409 on the fourth floor, Spell Damage Ward. He should be ready for visitors."

Ginny made her way to the lift, biting her pinky nail as it took her up. Once the doors finally opened, she rushed into the hall and began searching for room 409. Thankfully, it was a short search and she pushed the door open, her eyes immediately snapping to her husband's sleeping form. She let out a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding as she examined him.

He didn't appear to have any major external injuries, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. She approached his bedside quietly and sat in the visitor chair, pulling it close so that she could reach up and brush his hair aside lightly with her fingertips. He smiled in his sleep and she smiled with him before her attention was broken by the entrance of a healer. He offered her a warm smile and held his hand out, which she took.

"Mrs. Potter, I assume? I'm Harry's healer, Jack Harris."

"Please, call me Ginny. How is he?" she asked with a worried glance at Harry.

"Well, he was in pretty rough shape when he came in. The spell that was used on him causes internal bleeding, but we were able to stop it and he's stable now. We just want to keep him here for another day or so just to make sure there aren't any complications," he replied, his tone calm and comforting.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice betraying the depth of her emotion. He smiled and nodded before leaving her to visit with Harry in private. She took his hand and he slowly opened his eyes. He looked over at her and gave her a sheepish grin.

"You promised you would come back to me safely," she admonished. She tried to look stern, but she couldn't help but smile at his contrite expression.

"Well, I am safe and back with you now, so, ultimately, I kept my promise," he said, and she let it slide, simply happy to have him back. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"Me, too," he replied. She shifted up onto the bed to lay next to him and he took her in his arms, wincing slightly at the motion. They were face-to-face and now that she was closer, she could see he had a new small scar on his cheek, and she traced her finger over it. He had bags under his eyes and was slightly pale.

"You look exhausted. Try to get some sleep," she said, running her fingers through his hair. He nodded, but the jumper that was squeezed between them caught his attention. He reached for it, giving her a puzzled look.

"Is this my jumper from your mum?"

"Yeah," she admitted, blushing. "It's comforting. I like to wear it when you're away, and since I didn't know what state you'd be in when I got here, I thought I should bring it just in case I needed some comfort."

"That's adorable," he teased, but she could tell he was touched.

"Shut it," she muttered, nudging him lightly. "Go to sleep," she added gently.

He closed his eyes obediently and she listened as his breathing slowed. Once she was sure he was asleep, she carefully extricated the jumper from his hands and pulled it over her head before settling back against Harry. She ran her hands over the soft fabric and smiled, finally content now that he was safe. The jumper was from the Christmas Harry had been on the run during what should have been his seventh year at Hogwarts. Her mother had still knitted jumpers for Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the hopes that they would return home for Christmas. When they hadn't returned, Ginny took the one meant for Harry and began to wear it around the house and then under her robes when she returned to Hogwarts.

Even after Harry returned, she still wore it to bed occasionally. Now, she always kept it nearby when he was away. Harry shifted in his sleep, snapping her out of her thoughts. She moved closer so she could kiss his forehead before resting against his chest and drifting off to sleep. All was well again.