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Ginny's POV

I woke up in Hermione's house on her couch. She was beside me and I instantly grabbed her, "Hermione! Wha- what am I doing here!?" She looked happy to see me awake, "You fell unconscious, and then into a coma, Gin. Ron had been looking for a new book for me that came out, and he saw you laying on the ground, with James beside you. He instantly stopped what he was doing, and rushed over to your side. He ordered James to Floo me to get a bed ready. James then got Harry, who came here, but was called into the Ministry. He didn't want to go, but it was urgent and he couldn't skip out on it. He'll be glad you're finally awake," I remembered my ankle and looked down at it. It was iced with a bandage wrapped around it to keep the ice still. It felt good, and Hermione then looked a bit concerned, "Ginny, how come you didn't tell us you hurt your ankle?" I fidgeted with a loose strand of hair and quietly replied, "I didn't want you guys to think that I was weak."

"Oh, Ginny, you're never weak, and will never be weak!"

"But, we fought Voldemort, and got through that! And I if show I'm hurt with an ankle-"

"Ginny, stop. Do you know how severe this actually is?" I shook my head, "It's gotten worse than a few days ago. A few days ago, it was most likely a bad sprain, and if it's not treated right away, it goes to a break. If it's then not treated, the bone will actually shatter. What have you been doing to treat it?"

"Brace," Hermione sighed, and went to take the bandage off. I gasped when I saw my ankle. It was black, blue and red, as well as very swollen, "Gin, this is what happens when you don't treat it,"

"How long was I unconscious for?"

"Two weeks," I looked away from Hermione, and pretended to be interested at the design on the wall.

Harry then Apparated right next to me, "Hey, Honey. How was your little nap?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"I'm OK." Harry looked over at Hermione, "Have you told her yet?"

"No, I thought she'd want you with her if I told her before you were here,"

"Wait, first of all, can't you just heal it with a charm?"

"I'm sorry, Gin, but first, it's out of my area of expertise, and second, there are to many Muggles around."

"Oh, what were you going to tell me?"

"There's no easy way to say this, but the bone should have a least healed a bit by now. It's most likely worse than what I can see. I have a question for you,"

"What?"

"Do you remember when you broke your ankle in your fourth year?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Were we overprotective then?"

"A bit,"

"Ok, you got me there. My point is that when we are like that, it's only to make sure you're safe. We aren't trying to be overprotective. Ron's like that, because you're his little sister. Harry's like that because he's your husband. I'm like that because I'm your sister,"

"I guess I understand,"

"Good. Now, promise me that whenever you get hurt, you will tell us,"

"Promise," Hermione went to see if the swelling went down, but it wasn't going down at all. She gave Harry a certain look, and he nodded. Hermione sighed again and looked me in the eye, "Ginny, we're going to transfer you to St. Mungo's. We have no other choice,"

"Does James know? Because if not, he has a right to know. How about Ron?"

"They both know and understand," Harry then stood up, "I'm going to get the staff to come, alright?" Hermione nodded, and Harry Disapparated to St. Mungo's.

A few minutes later, he Apparated back along with a staff member.

"Hi, Ginny. My name is Creevey, Colin Creevey. Remember me?"

"Aren't you the one who always had a camera?"

Colin laughed, "Yeah. I got over the obsession after I graduated, though. I then got interested in healing," He then pulled out what seemed to be a Portkey, "Anyway, what I'm going to do now, is transfer you to St. Mungo's, and yes, this is a Portkey in the shape of a Muggle hockey puck. Anyone who wants to come with Ginny may come. Her brother and son are already at St. Mungo's,"

"Harry and I will come," Hermione said.

"And you are?"

"Hermione Jean Weasley,"

"Wife of Ronald Billius Weasley, and mother of Rose and Hugo Weasley?"

"That would be correct,"

"Good, you are eligible to come. Alright, had everyone used a Portkey before?" We all nodded, "Great, now, you know what to do, just a finger will do, there you go," We were instantly transported to St. Mungo's, where Colin went up to the front desk to talk with someone quickly. He then came back, and conjured up a stretcher on wheels. He then levitated me onto it, and wheeled me into a room, where he called in another healer, "Healer Potter, please report to Room 203, Healer Potter," Harry instantly snapped his head at Colin, "Potter? What do you mean?"

"You'll see soon. Nobody's told you this yet," A man who looked like Harry walked in and smiled and us, "This must be Ginny, you're Hermione, and, hello harry. I don't believe we've met before. I'll explain, after I diagnose your wife," He said an incantation, and a pice of parchment appeared in the air in front of him. He took it, and scanned it real quick. The man then pulled Colin aside, whispered some instructions to him, gave him the parchment, and the Colin left.

"Alright, Colin has just gone to get some supplies for me and make some phone calls. Harry, you can call me James, and-"

"Who the hell are you?! Why do you have the same name as my dad?" Harry was getting anxious, but James put his hand one Harry's back, and rubbed him in a way that was calming Harry down, "Please, don't worry. It's about time I introduce myself properly, after 37, almost 38 years. My name is Peter James Potter, but I go by James.

"I am your brother that was never mentioned to you,"

Bet you didn't expect that, eh?