Ginny stood behind her team mates. It was the junior cup final. Harpies versus Canons. She was starting for the first time - before now she had always been coming off the bench. She had been sick twice already and was fighting the urge to chuck again.

''Mount your brooms, guys,'' Hamish called back with his Kiwi lilt; he was their captain, drafted over from New Zealand. Ginny mounted her broom, crossing the fingers of one hand in the gloves that Harry had given her for Christmas. Her stomach twisted, lurching.

Whole body shaking, Ginny flew out with the team onto the pitch and around the stadium.

''The HOLYHEAD HARPIES,'' the commentator shouted across the tannoy system. Ginny's stomach lurched again.

''You're a Weasley,'' she said to herself, ''Now fucking man up.''

The next thing she knew, the whistle had blown and she was flying high above the game, looking for that little golden ball, one eye on her opposite number. Pretending she had seen a flash of gold, she dived, the other seeker following suit. She pulled out of the dive and twisted upwards again.

Then she really did see a flash of gold, she shot after it before it disappeared behind an opposition team mate and promptly evaporated. She resumed her scan, high up above the game.

Half an hour later she saw the snitch again. She shot like a bat out of hell towards it, not letting her eyes move from it. The other seeker was the other side of the pitch and shot towards it from the opposite direction. Ginny could almost touch it with her fingertips now. She reached out urging the broom faster. Her fingers touched it. She crept further up the broom, noticing that the other seeker was reaching out too. She stretched out and clasped it in her palm, wrapping her fingers around it. She looked up to celebrate, only to be faced with someone else's face about an inch from her own. Then everything went black.

''We won, we won, we won!'' she heard as she came to. Her back was wet, she was lying on the pitch. She sat up and a sharp pain stabbed through her head.

''Just lie down, sweetie,'' said a strange woman wearing medical uniform, ''You collided heads with your opposite number. There's no breaks or fractures but you have got a bit concussion. Take this and you'll feel a bit better.''

Ginny knocked back the pain relief potion, groaned and rested her head between her knees.

''Ginny!'' a familiar voice shouted. Three people arrived at her side, one wrapping an arm around her.

''Harry?'' she grunted.

''Gin, I'm here,'' he soothed.

''Harry,'' she sighed and shut her eyes.

''Ginny.'' she heard Ron's voice in the distance, ''Open your eyes.''

The next thing she felt was his hand across her face.

''Ron!'' Hermione shouted, ''There was no need for that.''

Ginny smiled, eyes still shut.

''Gin, come on,'' Harry whispered, ''open your eyes.''

Ginny opened her eyes to see Harry's bright green ones. His face was full of concern.

''You ok?''

Ginny nodded weakly, ''Will be when I get off this wet grass.''

Harry scooped her up and carried her back towards the changing rooms.

''Put me down!'' she commanded. She wriggled around until he put her down.

''I have team photos and stuff to do - I'll be fine now, really,'' she said, feeling her strength seeping back, ''she gave me a pain potion anyway which will keep me going for now, I promise.''

''Alright,'' he sighed, ''but I'm right here if you need me.''

Ok, ok I get it. Guess what?'' she paused for dramatic effect, ''I just won the junior cup final!''

Harry picked her up in a big bear hug and kissed her.

She pulled away, grinning, ''I'll see you later, I promise,'' she called as she turned and ran to catch up with her team mates to collect the trophy.

Ginny sat up. Her head throbbed and it was three o'clock in the morning. Fucking nightmares, she thought to herself angrily. She had only gotten away from the press and then the after party 2 hours ago. She was, at least at home. The medical team had decided that she wasn't fit to go back to school for the week so she had an extra week of holidays to relax in. However, she didn't think that there would be much relaxing judging by the amount of homework that her headmistress had promised to send home the following day when the doctor had rung to discuss this with her.

She swung her legs out of the bed and stumbled down the stairs, desperate for some pain relief. She found it in the kitchen cabinet and swallowed the vile tasting potion back in one. Then she found some hot chocolate and sat in a sofa to drink it.

Light streamed in through the window as Ginny awoke from yet another nightmare. She looked down to see her mug of hot chocolate on the floor stone cold. Her whole body ached from a combination of yesterday and sleeping on the sofa. Her mind drifted painfully back into the nightmare, her family dead on the floor again, tortured and murdered by death eaters, Harry somewhere between life and death, herself sobbing and in pain as she was herself tortured. She jumped as her youngest brother walked into the room.

''Ginny, what are you doing here?'' he asked gently.

''Headache and nightmares,'' she shuddered. Ron walked over and hugged her.

''Oh Gin. Can you not get rid of them? How much sleep have you been living off?''

''I don't know. About five hours maybe,'' Ginny replied sadly, ''Do you get them anymore?''

''Umm sometimes, but not nearly as much as you by the sounds of it. Do mum and dad know?'' her brother sounded unusually concerned, Hermione was having a nice effect on him.

''No. Only you, Harry and Hermione know. I didn't want to bother them with silly things like this.''

''Gin! This isn't silly at all. Its important that we sort it out - you don't want this your whole life. You have to do something about it and you can start by telling mum and dad.''

''No, no. I can't tell mum and dad, they have enough to worry about at the moment and you cannot tell them. If you do, you can say goodbye to having kids 'cuz I'll hex your fucking bollocks off,'' she said furiously.

''Fine,'' he said, raising his hands above his head in surrender, ''Just promise me you'll sort it out please?''

''I promise,'' she replied. She got up and felt the pain surge back; it felt like there was a little man in her brain beating to get out. She carefully made her way back up to her room and got carefully back into bed, it was six o'clock and she knew that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep so she picked up a book and began reading.

It was half past seven when her bedroom door swung open.

''Morning,'' Harry said quietly, carrying a tray, ''I didn't really know what you wanted so I brought a bit of everything.''

Ginny smiled at him, ''Thankyou.''

Harry reached down and kissed her forehead, placing the tray on her bedside table. Ginny shifted so she was sitting up, her head swimming.

''Oh and there's some pain relief there as well,'' he added, watching her every move. Ginny reached out and took it off the tray, taking it immediately.

''Thanks,'' she said gratefully, ''How come your here anyway? I thought you'd be at work at the moment, or at least getting ready for work.''

''I've got a bit of time off at the moment,'' he replied, avoiding her eyes.

''How come?'' Ginny pressed.

''Pretty much all of the Death Eaters have been captured by us now and the trials begin in a few weeks. I'm a key witness for them and I think they'd rather I was safe for a few weeks. It's good ae? Means I can hang out here for a bit.''

Ginny smiled at him, ''Yeah. That would be good.''

Later that morning an owl appeared at Ginny's bedroom window. It tapped on her window impatiently.

''Alright, alright,'' the red head grumbled, ''I'm coming.''

She opened the window and took the thick envelope off the birds leg, fed it a treat and waved it off. Turning the envelope over, she saw the big Hogwarts seal on the back. This couldn't be good. Cautiously she opened it, not wanting to accept that she had loads of homework to do. Flicking through , she figured she had a piece of parchment from each teacher, detailing what they wanted her to do. Each teacher had congratulated her and told her to get better soon and then given her an assignment each as well as the holiday homework. Ginny groaned at the thought of it. And this week she didn't even have Hermione to help her.

Ginny pulled on some old clothes, pulled her long tangled red hair into a pony tail and headed downstairs to get a coffee and return the tray that Harry had brought up for her. On the kitchen table was a copy of the Daily Prophet. She flipped it open so she could see the whole front page. She stopped when she saw the headline. She scanned down the page to see her collision with the other seeker. The picture below was of Harry picking her up and carrying her off.

''Fuck,'' was all she could say. She had forgotten that Harry had tried to carry her off. She read through the whole article in which the reporter tried to suggest that she was carrying Harry's love child, getting married to him and that Ron was on a mission to kill Harry.

''Retards,'' she growled under her breath as she poured out a coffee. She wondered where her parents were, she'd only seen them briefly after the game yesterday and she couldn't remember much of that. The most annoying thing about last night was that she couldn't actually remember anything and it had nothing to do with alcohol. Her team mates had forbidden it and sent her home with Harry at one in the morning. She remembered him holding her tight as he disapparated them back to the Burrow. She couldn't remember actually getting home. There was the press conference that she had sat through, she remembered sitting there but not actually answering any questions. Shit, she thought, what did I say? She went to find someone, preferably Ron or Harry, to find out what on earth she had said, sure that the reporters would have asked her questions.

''Mum?'' Ginny asked, looking in her parents bedroom door.

''Oh you're up dear. Do you want anything?'' her mum looked at her critically, ''You are far too skinny.''

The young red head rolled her eyes at her mother, ''I'm fine, just didn't know where you were.''

''I was going to bring your breakfast up but someone got there before me,'' her mum smiled. Ginny looked at the floor, a tell tale blush creeping up her neck.

''Actually mum I just wanted to ask you whether you were at the press conference last night? I just don't really remember what happened,'' Ginny admitted.

''Well they did ask you questions but Hamish managed to concentrate them all on the match. There were a lot of questions about you and Harry; it wasn't fair on the team or you,'' Mrs Weasley said, eyes flashing as she remembered the grilling her youngest daughter had gotten the previous evening.

''Hamish is a good guy,'' Ginny said thoughtfully, ''Did I answer any of the Harry questions?''

''You did answer one,'' her mum looked at her, eyes searching.

''What was it?''

''Are you with Harry? If so do you love him?''

''And?''

''You said, 'I love him.'''

''And?''

''Thats it, Hamish moved them on and asked them not to ask any more about Harry. He said he wasn't on the team and shouldn't be an issue,'' her mum smiled at her, ''Do you really love Harry then? Love is a strong word.''

''Its a strong feeling Mum.''