21 June 2026—Wand
Harry and Ginny sat together in the Hogwarts hospital wing, Harry's arm tight around Ginny's shoulders.
"Harry, Ginny?" said a soft voice above Ginny's head. She looked up through tear-filled eyes to see Neville, his expression sad. Ginny wiped her tears away quickly and tried to smile at him.
"What is it, Neville?" she asked kindly, her voice dry.
"I—er, well, Rolanda found these on the pitch," he said reaching into his pocket. Harry leaned forward, frowning. "I thought you—she might want them back."
Harry held out his hand and Neville placed about half a dozen splintered pieces of wood on his palm; the remains of Lily's wand after the third task of the Triwizard tournament. It had been played this year—Lily's final year at Hogwarts—for the first time in three decades, and after a great deal of confusion, Lily had been selected as Hogwarts champion.
The final task had taken place tonight, and Harry and Ginny had almost watch their only daughter die; as a matter of fact, not long ago, they thought she had. It had been a very, very long time since Harry had heard someone scream the way Ginny had when Lily collapsed.
"Thanks," Harry muttered. Ginny took one look at the pieces and buried her face in her hands. Harry felt his eyes sting and rubbed Ginny's back, trying to comfort her when he knew that he was just as miserable.
"I'm going to go check on my House," Neville said bracingly, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "They'll want to know what's going on. I—she's your daughter, Harry. I know she's going to be all right," he said seriously.
Harry nodded, clenching the pieces of Lily's wand in his hand, and Neville left. Harry sighed heavily. Ginny leaned against his shoulder, her whole body shaking with silent sobs, and Harry pressed a kiss into her hair, his chin trembling. He gazed over at the screens erected around Lily's bed, where Madam Pomfrey's shadow was just visible, bending over her patient.
It could have been an eternity that Harry and Ginny sat together, waiting for the matron to come out from behind the screens. When she finally did, she looked somewhat relieved, but very grave. Harry nudged Ginny as Madam Pomfrey walked over to them, and Ginny sat up, wiping her red, tearstained face.
"It seems she's going to be all right," said Madam Pomfrey, giving them both a very small smile. "But she needs to be taken to St. Mungo's. Her injuries are severe—I've done everything I can to make her comfortable and safe to be moved, but she needs a proper hospital."
Ginny's lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. She nodded quickly. "Of course," she managed to whisper.
Harry nodded in agreement. "How bad is it?"
Madam Pomfrey looked very worriedly between him and Ginny, clearly trying not to tell them the worst. "Well, she—" Madam Pomfrey broke off, seeming to take a moment to steady herself. "Her throat was almost completely slit," she said seriously. Ginny gave a little moan, and more tears slid down her cheeks. "Her right shoulder's broken, and she's cut deeply. The wound is magical—otherwise I would be able to seal it on my own, but as it is I can't. I can stop the bleeding and bandage it, but that's all, at least until she sees some more Healers."
"Oh, my baby," Ginny whispered, clutching a hand over her mouth. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing her arm comfortingly.
Madam Pomfrey looked tiredly out the windows. "She'll wake soon, and you can see her for a few minutes—I'll go and call for an emergency Apparition." A soft noise came from behind the curtains, and Ginny leapt to her feet. "Wait," Madam Pomfrey said pleadingly. "Just a moment."
She hurried away and disappeared behind the curtains. Ginny sank down weakly and reached for Harry's hand.
They both felt Lily's shattered wand pieces at the same time—Harry had forgotten he was holding them—and Ginny looked at him with eyes full of tears.
Let's call this a "teaser trailer" for Lily Potter and the Triwizard Tournament (returning to a theater near you...soon.)
