Every Rose has its Thorn

Disclaimer: I do not own HP obviously; I am twisting the world around a little for myself.

Chapter21 Resolutions.

"Professor is there anything that we could do for Ginny?" Professor McGonagall said to a weary professor Dumbledore.

He just shook his head sadly; "I am not sure what we can do. Harry is trying his bed to find his way through her mind, but there are many memories to go through." The sparkle seemed to have left his blue eyes. Instead, a haunted troubled look replaced the familiar twinkle.

Professor McGonagall looked as if she was defeated. "It's so sad for this too happen right after the wedding too." She opened the door to the hospital wing. "I just don't understand why you can't help Harry with searching her with your skills I know your are capable of helping her Albus?"

Albus Dumbledore stopped almost in his tracks completely. "There are many things that you I always been able to tell you about, but I can't tell you now. Just take my word from it there is much that's in young Ginevra's mind that I can not know." He looked down at the floor sadly. "I am sorry Minerva this is something that only Harry can figure out." Without another word, he swept into the hospital wing with his long midnight blue robes flowing behind him. Minerva at the ceiling her eyes were strangely misty. She took a couple deep steadying breaths before following Albus.

What Minerva saw when she saw Harry almost made her heart break? She saw him in the hospital bed sound asleep with his arms wrapped around Ginny's waist. The ghost of tears still appeared upon both of their faces. Harry's face had sorrow etched into every line in his face, which seemed to make him appear older than Albus himself.

Harry awoke to the feeling that he is being watched. He opened an eye cautiously; he wasn't sure what he would see. He saw two blurred images. He hastily reached around the bedside table for his glasses and his wand. He put them on with one hand, while holding his wand in the other. Harry was relieved when he saw the images of Dumbledore and McGonagall. He let his wand arm fell back loosely to his side. He let himself fall back into the pillow weakly. Harry felt his eyes close, before he knew it he drifted back off to sleep again.

Harry had woke up around three hours later, feeling more refreshed than he had in a while. He stretched until he felt his hit something. He looked over and saw the still form of his wife. "How did I get into the hospital wing again?" he chuckled to himself before the memories of the last few days floored him. Tears threatend to spill down his cheeks. He reached over at the bedside table and felt around for his glasses. After a moment of searching his hands came across the smooth surface of the cool glass. "Oh great," he thought. "With everything else on my mind now I need to clean my glasses too! Just my luck I suppose."

Harry looked around as he wiped his smudges glasses on his shirt. He was surprised no one had locked him in St Mungo's yet, for talking to himself! He put his glasses back on the blurred images of Ginny came into focus. He reached his hand to her face and gently pushed a stray hair that was that was resting on her cheek. "Don't worry Ginny I will find away to reach you. He kissed her forehead he slowly got up. Harry could hear his stomach rumbling for food. He knew he would not last very long without nourishment. "I'll be right back Gin I just need something to eat that's all. I will be back I promise." With one final lingering look at Ginny's still form, Harry left the hospital wing to go into the great hall for something to eat.

Harry went down the halls and found them eerily empty. By the time Harry reached the Great Hall Harry was so surprised that he had not run into anybody at all. Harry sighed all he was not looking forward to seeing anybody with everything that was going on with Ginny, but he knew that he needed some nourishment to keep his strength so he could have another round in Ginny's mind trying to find her, and bring her back to him again. Harry gave a long sigh, before opening the door. As he opened it slowly Harry saw the all the Christmas decorations that were still up, and he realized why everything was so empty. The majority of the habitants were still at home for the Christmas holidays. Harry breathed in a sigh of relief. At least he did not have to deal with everyone right now when Ginny was not by his side. He took his place up at the head table ignoring the whispers and stares that he felt on him. He knew that they were all concerned about Ginny. Hell he did not even know what Albus even told them all what was going on. Which to Harry was perfectly fine? He hoped that everyone would respect his privacy and leave him be for now.

Harry scooped up the scrambled eggs on to his plate and grabbed a piece of toast, and buttered it lightly. He slowly started to eat. Even though he felt ravenous the food he chewed on tasted like car board box to him. Harry hastily looked up from his plate when he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall giving him the most sympathetic look that she could muster. "I am so sorry that I can't do anything to help you."

Harry saw her lip trembling and her eyes looked like they could give into tears at any moment. Harry was touched by her sincerity, but his throat was too choked up for any words to come out. He just instead gave her a nod. Harry knew she understood. Minerva gave his shoulder a squeeze and then walked off.

Harry continued to eat while trying to fight off the wave of tears that threatened to overcome him. He looked out to the few students that were at the table, most of them gave him curious but sympathetic looks, but he caught Severes Snape staring at him from over on the Slytherin table. He was giving Harry a cool calculating look that Harry could not even process in his tortured mind. He got up and ignored all the points and whispers around him. He slammed out of the Great Hall his long black robes billowing out around him. He stormed back into his room in the tower and through himself on the bed. He looked at the imprint on the other side of the bed where Ginny used to always lay down on. He felt himself give into the tears that have been threatening to take over him since he got up next to Ginny's still form couple of hours ago. Images of Ginny came to him. Images of their first kiss, the first time that they made love. Their wedding which was only such a short time ago. Why couldn't he for once have a normal life. Harry wished he could close his eyes and open them again to find his world back to normal again. He wished Ginny was with him and telling him that everything was alright. "Ginny," he said out loud to himself. "She would want me to be strong and not to give up." Harry wiped his tears up silently and pasted a resolute expression on his face. He would try again to search for her. However this time he would not fail Ginny, he was determined to bring her back to him.

Author's notes. As once again I am sorry for the delay. I meant for this chapter to be longer but I thought it was at a great place to leave off. I meant for it to come out a lot sooner, but with four kids and Christmas I kind of forgotten about it. Sorry! Please leave a review so I know what you guys' feed back is.

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