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Authors Note: Hi, I'm back! I am sick with the flu (I can see your all torn up over this, ha-ha) so I thought I would post a SHORT chapter. Sorry about the length. Enjoy and REVIEW! (:
"I have to get you to Saint Mungos!" Harry stated, obviously panicked.
"No, I'm fine" Ginny replied in a simple tone. "Continue what you were saying"
"GINNY! We are going to the hospital!"
"Harry, I don't want the Daily Prophet on our case! They will be there in a flash, Harry! We can't!"
Harry was disgruntled. He was having a hard time deciding if he was frustrated or going barmy.
"So you rather have the whole school surround us like a quidditch match? Plus, you have to get your senses back! The Wizarding World is going to find out one way or another! It's just a matter of time! Would you rather we stuff this child into a broom closet for the rest of our lives!"
"Well…we could try" Ginny giggled, looking down at her feet. (They were barely visible from her big ole belly in the way)
She suddenly felt a stab of pain.
Harry ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her. (First time in a while, but this was neither this nor there, she was concentrating on just breathing)
With one final blink they disappeared.
Ginny felt something off, though.
They weren't going to Saint Mungos.