Ginny screamed again at the same time that Ron groaned. The pain in her arm was terrifying—it felt like her entire arm had been chopped off.

She screamed again, tears mingling with the blood on her neck from Ron's and her own wound as she struggled to breathe through the horrifying pain.

She heard Hermione calling to Harry to get something, heard her say that she and her brother had been Splinched, but it went through her fogged brain without her registering it.

Then the pain was relieved, and she could breathe normally again, and she could feel Ron trembling at her side as the pain dulled for him too.

"You're okay," someone said above her, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty face. "You're fine."

She couldn't tell who it was, probably Harry, because she could hear her Hermione talking to Ron quietly.

She opened her eyes finally, gazing up at the clouded sky. Harry was crouching next to her, smiling, relieved that she was alright.

Ginny tried to push herself up on to her elbows, but fell back with a yelp as she twitched in pain. Ron wasn't faring much better; his face was gray and his entire left side—the side closest to Ginny—was soaked in blood. It mixed with Ginny's on the ground, staining it a dark rusty brown.

"Stay down," Hermione snapped at her, her eyes filled with tears she refused to let fall. Her breath shuddered when she took a deep breath, and she stood up, holding her wand tightly. She walked in a circle around the three of them, casting protective charms and who knows what else.

"What happened?" Ginny croaked, coughing weakly.

"Yaxley was able to grab onto you and Ron when we Disapparated and you both got Splinched when Hermione had to change our destination." Harry said, rummaging through Hermione's bag. He swore under his breath, taking out his wand and muttering, "Accio tent," when he couldn't find what he needed.

"We can't go back to Grimmauld Place; Hermione said that Yaxley may have seen it. We can't risk it." The raven continued, gazing at the tent in confusion. "I thought this tent belonged to Perkins, that guy from the Ministry?" he called to Hermione.

"He didn't want it, so Mr. Weasley said I could borrow it." Hermione answered. She pointed her wand at the tent and muttered, "Erecto." The tent assembled itself, and Harry fell backwards as the rope he was holding flew out of his hands.

"Come on. We have to get you two inside." Harry said.

Through a combination of carrying, dragging, and swearing, Harry and Hermione were able to get them inside the tent and onto beds.

Harry, Hermione and Ron talked for while, but Ginny was tired, having not slept well the last night, and their voices were soothing. The one constant in her life.

She remembered when she was younger and she would have nightmares; instead of going to her parent's, like most girls would do, she went to her older brother. Ron would always talk to her until she fell asleep curled next to him in his bed, and when Mum came to wake Ron in the morning, she would smile sadly at her two youngest and let them sleep in a little later.

His voice was always the only thing that had gotten her to sleep; and even after being Splinched it still had the same effect on her that it did when she was six. She fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

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Ron gazed at his younger sister quietly, trying to see if she was okay. He had always been protective of her, being closest to her in age and always being the one brother she went to with her problems.

Ginny shifted, groaning when she rubbed her bad arm against the mattress. Her eyes snapped open, and Ron forced himself to his feet and over to his sister. He sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping away the sweat on her face.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

She panted, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm okay. My arm will probably never be the same again," she joked weakly. "This is the second time I've been Splinched on this arm."

He smiled sadly. "You'll be fine. As long as you don't get Splinched again, at least."

They fell silent, listening to the sound of Harry and Hermione's voices drifting in through the open tent flap.

"Ginny," Ron said. The younger redhead looked up at her brother. "Are you really okay? You've been coughing a lot lately, and you seem to have trouble swallowing."

Just to prove his point, Ginny coughed. "I'm fine. Just a bit of a cold."

"Again?" Ron said. "I thought you got better."

"I thought I did too. It must have calmed down a bit, then come back raging full force."

"Ginny, you know you can talk to me, right?" Ron said, glancing at the stark white bandage wrapped around his sister's arm.

"Of course I do. You've always been the first person I come to when I need help." Ginny said.

"Then promise me that no matter what happens on this trip, you will always follow your heart, no matter what others are saying to you."

Ginny gulped, looking into the bright blue eyes of her older brother. "I promise, Ron."

"Good." He sighed in relief. "I have one more thing to ask of you."

"What?"

"Always stay my little sister, no matter how old you get."

She chuckled, pulling Ron down to lay next to her, just like when she had nightmares. "I promise."

Ginny curled into her older brother, sighing as his warmth enveloped her and coaxed her back to sleep.

Ron closed his eyes as Ginny's breathing evened out, listening to the soothing sound. He desperately hoped that Ginny would keep her promises.

A/N: Man, I am on a roll! Two chapters in one day! This definitely deserves a treat (or a review ).

Anyways. So you got a little Ron and Ginny sibling happiness at the end. I just imagine them as being almost as close to each other as Fred and George, being so close in age and all. That's just me, though. Everyone has their own opinions. Mine just happens to make sense to me.