No, I don't own the characters. Please don't make me say it again.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny appeared in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Sharda and Fenrir floated along behind them on floating stretchers, tied up with numerous cords and wands gone. Within seconds of them appearing, Kingsley ran to them, wand out.

"What happened? You were at St. Mungo's and then left. Where did you go?" Kingsley demanded as three Aurors took command of the two Death Eaters.

"Harry's okay? Please tell me Harry's okay!" Ginny pleaded, the energy from the spell Hermione had cast on her wearing off. She swayed in her spot and grabbed Ron's arm for support.

"Harry's okay. He's breathing normally. He will have a few scars though. He had so many injuries that healing all of them at once would have sent his mind into overload." Kingsley said gently. Ginny relaxed slightly.

"Why would it be an overload?" Hermione asked, her curiousity getting the best of her.

"If we had healed every injury, different spells would have to be cast all over his body. With all the different spells, his mind would not be able to understand why everything was healing. With other spells and potions, such as Polyjuice Potion, the same thing is happening to every part of your body, so your mind would have an easier time understanding." explained Kingsley in his deep voice. "He will be fine." He added when he saw the nervous look on Ginny's face. "He is still at St. Mungo's,"

Before he could continue, Ginny was gone.

Harry looked around at all the people, the people who had died during both wars. Before he could say anymore, he felt a pinprick in his forehead.

"That's you going back. Your body is healing and is well enough for you to return." Lily explained gently, seeing her son jump in surprise.

"Good bye, Harry. I wish we had more time, but there are people waiting for you at home." James explained.

Before Harry could answer, the scene before him vanished. And then, everything turned black.

Ginny appeared in the waiting room at St. Mungo's. Her parents were there, as well as George, Angelina, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Percy. Ron and Hermione appeared a moment after her.

"Where is he?" Ginny whispered as her mother sprang to her feet and rushed over.

"Dear, we were so worried," Mrs. Weasley started, only to be cut off.

"Where is he?" Ginny repeated, this time, looking straight into her mother's eyes. Mrs. Weasley saw desperation in the eyes not dissimilar from hers.

"Second room on the left." She said quietly. None of the people in the room tried to stop Ginny as she staggered down the hall, her body giving way to the terrible fatigue left by the locater spell.

As Ginny turned the corner, she saw lying there. His face was pale white, his lips contrasting with the palor. His eyes were closed, but still held the appearance of a great struggle within. Ginny stumbled to the bed and gently placed her hand on Harry's. It was perfectly still and warm. She saw that his hair had been washed of the grime and blood that had matted it before. On his neck was a red spot which extended down under his hospital robe.

Ginny pulled back the collar and gasped as she saw the scar that marked Harry's back. Not wanting to see the extent of the damage, she pulled the robe back into place. Harry looked so peaceful, and at that moment, Ginny realised, just how tired she really was. A wave of fatigue washed over her and she swayed in her spot, trying to stay awake.

After about fifteen minutes, Mrs. Weasley got worried about Ginny. She had disappeared into her fiance's room and hadn't made a sound. As quietly as she could, Molly snuck to the door and peeked inside the room. All that was visible was the end of the bed and the one chair placed at the end of it.

Ginny was no where to be seen.

Mrs. Weasley pushed the door open, flinching at the squeak the hinges made. She was the only one bothered by it.

Ginny was curled up, on top of the sheet's, next to Harry, her head resting on his shoulder. His cheek was laid on the top of her head. Ginny's arm was across Harry's chest, her hand on his heart. His hand laid on the sheet, but as Mrs. Weasley watched, it rose to rest on Ginny's waist in a protective position. Harry's eye lashes quivered, and slowly rose, revealing his brilliant green eyes. They wandered to the face of the person lying next to him and his lips curled into a smile. His eyes closed again, not even turning in the general direction of the woman standing in the doorway.

Molly backed up slowly and shut the door, which, thankfully, did not squeak. Everyone else had gone home, leaving Mr. Weasley alone, reading a report on Merlin-knows-what.

Wordlessly, she pulled her husband from his seat and aparated them home.

Harry felt himself return to his body. The next moment, a flowery scent reached his nose and a warm hand touched his. He did not have the energy to respond, only to lay there and feel a small body lie down on the bed next to him. A light weight rested on his heart, but Harry soon realized it was a hand. The same happened with a head on his shoulder.

He gained awareness of his body and tried again and again to raise his hand. Countless minutes passed as Harry wrestled with his body, trying to gain control of it. A slight squeak sounded, but he ignored it. All he cared about was raising his hand.

With a renewed determination, he raised his hand and tried to control the shaking. He laid it gently on the waist of the person next to him and felt the need to open his eyes, knowing who he woudl see beside him.

SHE LIVES!!! No, I didn't fall off the face of the Earth, though that would be pretty cool. Sorry for making you guys wait so long, but this was a happy chapter and I had no idea what to do with it. I hope you approve.

Please review. I want to reach over 600 this chapter and that will definitely encourage me to write another chapter.

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