Ginny awoke blearily to find herself surrounded by white. Was she in
Heaven? She didn't think suicide victims went to heaven. She felt
she could hear people whispering behind the curtains. She snuggled
deeper into the pillows that smelled sweetly of…the hospital wing?
Ginny's eyes opened in horror. No no no! She wasn't supposed to be
alive, she should be dead now, dead and gone! No more Harry Potter for
her to worry about ignoring her, no more brothers treating her like three year old. Tears of anguish streamed down her face as her mother pushed the curtains back gently.
"GINNY! Oh Ginny, thank Merlin you're alive! Thank Merlin for Harry
Potter!" Her mother continued to babble as Ginny stared, confused.
Harry Potter? But he was the one who had cause all this! He didn't,
no, he wouldn't! thought Ginny. Yet even as she denied it she knew
it was true. Harry Potter had saved her life, again. Couldn't he see?
She had been meant to die in the Chamber of Secrets, but he had saved
her. She had been meant to die jumping from a two hundred foot high
window, but he'd saved her. Couldn't he take a hint? Ginny closed her
eyes as Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey entered behind her mother. She
couldn't take their saddened eyes right now. What did they know? What
did anybody know?
When Ginny reached the portrait hole that afternoon she was devastated.
Harry hadn't even spoken to her to ask how she was. She reached the
common room, and looked up to see Harry and Cho Chang sitting on a
couch together, talking and laughing animatedly. Harry brushed his
black hair out of his eyes as he looked up. The happiness drained from
his face as he saw Ginny, standing with a tear falling from her eye.
"Ginny, wait -" he called, but she ignored him. Why did he save her
life if all he was going to do was ruin it?
Heaven? She didn't think suicide victims went to heaven. She felt
she could hear people whispering behind the curtains. She snuggled
deeper into the pillows that smelled sweetly of…the hospital wing?
Ginny's eyes opened in horror. No no no! She wasn't supposed to be
alive, she should be dead now, dead and gone! No more Harry Potter for
her to worry about ignoring her, no more brothers treating her like three year old. Tears of anguish streamed down her face as her mother pushed the curtains back gently.
"GINNY! Oh Ginny, thank Merlin you're alive! Thank Merlin for Harry
Potter!" Her mother continued to babble as Ginny stared, confused.
Harry Potter? But he was the one who had cause all this! He didn't,
no, he wouldn't! thought Ginny. Yet even as she denied it she knew
it was true. Harry Potter had saved her life, again. Couldn't he see?
She had been meant to die in the Chamber of Secrets, but he had saved
her. She had been meant to die jumping from a two hundred foot high
window, but he'd saved her. Couldn't he take a hint? Ginny closed her
eyes as Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey entered behind her mother. She
couldn't take their saddened eyes right now. What did they know? What
did anybody know?
When Ginny reached the portrait hole that afternoon she was devastated.
Harry hadn't even spoken to her to ask how she was. She reached the
common room, and looked up to see Harry and Cho Chang sitting on a
couch together, talking and laughing animatedly. Harry brushed his
black hair out of his eyes as he looked up. The happiness drained from
his face as he saw Ginny, standing with a tear falling from her eye.
"Ginny, wait -" he called, but she ignored him. Why did he save her
life if all he was going to do was ruin it?