Bewildered.
A/n. Title may change, because I can think of another chapter that might need this name more than this one! I'm writing without a single idea what I'm doing, so just don't mind me! ;o) Enjoy! (
It was almost like he was her guardian angel, the way he constantly dodged into the hospital wing when the bell went, just to see her lying there, still unconscious, and spent almost every spare minute he had in the wing by her bed.
Of course, he'd been in the hospital wing as well, just for two days, as Madame Pomfrey had insisted, and woah, that woman could be quite scary when she was convinced she was right.
It was almost the same everytime he went in there. She was placed at the end of the room, which was the closest to Madame Pomfrey's quarters, in an identical bed to the others. She'd be lying there, her red hair, regaining some more of it's brightness and liveliness, spread behind her, her eyes closed, her lashes entwining, with her arms peacefully folded across her chest. Everytime he dashed into the wing, even if just for a few seconds, he'd hope he'd see her sitting and talking. Just even awake. Living.
The whole Weasley family was entirely grateful to him, and even that was an understatement. When Mrs Weasley had hurtled, with the rest of the family, to Hogwarts after hearing the news, she'd flung her arms around Harry, tears flowing freely down her face, crying out her thanks. Mr Weasley had tears shining in his eyes, had also thanked Harry, Percy with Bill and Charlie had just stood, utterly shaken and completely white, staring at the unmoving Ginny.
Fred and George, for once were out of character. They'd just collapsed into chairs by her bed, talking to her although she couldn't hear. There had been no jokes at all. None.
And Ron. Ron had been so pale and so shaken, had tears looming in his eyes and he'd had to be dragged away from her bed, as he seemed so determined to stay there until Ginny had come back – if she did.
Tears suddenly pricked Harry's eyes and he blinked them back hastily. Even Madame Pomfrey had admitted Ginny might not live. She'd taken one look at the thin, tiny, freezing girl McGonagall had rushed into the wing, and had literally gasped, before regaining her senses.
Ginny had really, really bad pneumonia and combined with her anorexia, didn't give her much chance. Even in the wizarding world, with all the spells, enchantments, curses, potions, charms. There was nothing a wizard had power to do in saving people who were dying, or remaining on the brink of life or death.
The only thing that a wizard had power over anything like that was death and that was the forbidden curses, 'avada kedrava.' (A/n, I swear I'll check the spelling asap!)
And yet Harry felt so isolated. He was actually the only one who knew exactly what Ginny felt. Or most of it. And he'd promised not to tell anyone. He was completely alone. He'd never felt more pressured than this, like he was dying to tell anyone, who could help her, but then he'd have betrayed her trust completely. And her feelings were so complex and so * dark * he didn't even dare breathe a word to anyone of them. But, it was such a burden to carry…He'd once slipped down with the use of his invisibility cloak and just watched her still body for a few minutes where suddenly, he swore he heard her cry "HELP", but her lips barely moved.
He sighed, it was break, and as usual he had rushed to the wing and had seen the familiar sight of her unmoving body. He'd had the mick taken out of him loads of times, especially by Draco. But the thing was, now, he just couldn't hide his feelings for his best friends little sister. He had no idea of how Ron felt, as he avoided the subject with an eerie stoniness. He guessed he just couldn't really see the idea of his sister and friend * seeing * each other in * that * way.
He got up and was about to leave, when he saw a flutter of movement…her lashes blinked and her soft brown eyes suddenly opened and stared up.
He felt tears prick his eyes…she was awake…
"Ginny," he cried softly.
"Harry," she croaked weakly…
A/n. aha. I wrote this fic myself and I can't even bloody remember what I wrote! Cos I deleted all the first chapters off the disk…and I can't remember what I actually said in them! So it'll be a few days before this is up…because I need to check some points…cos I only have this vague idea of what I wrote, and I don't even know if Ginny told Harry how she felt, or she was just recalling the events to herself! Forgive me if anything is wrong and feel free to tell me in your reviews! (
Oh well. God. HOW SAPPY IS THAT?! Arrrrggghhhh, not funny!
Anyway…I can't think of anything sensible to actually write here. Hmm…
I LOVE ELIJAH!!!!
:P
But irrelevant… Hope you enjoyed this and PLEASE review! If you want to get e-mailed when I update, just say and I will! (
A/n. Title may change, because I can think of another chapter that might need this name more than this one! I'm writing without a single idea what I'm doing, so just don't mind me! ;o) Enjoy! (
It was almost like he was her guardian angel, the way he constantly dodged into the hospital wing when the bell went, just to see her lying there, still unconscious, and spent almost every spare minute he had in the wing by her bed.
Of course, he'd been in the hospital wing as well, just for two days, as Madame Pomfrey had insisted, and woah, that woman could be quite scary when she was convinced she was right.
It was almost the same everytime he went in there. She was placed at the end of the room, which was the closest to Madame Pomfrey's quarters, in an identical bed to the others. She'd be lying there, her red hair, regaining some more of it's brightness and liveliness, spread behind her, her eyes closed, her lashes entwining, with her arms peacefully folded across her chest. Everytime he dashed into the wing, even if just for a few seconds, he'd hope he'd see her sitting and talking. Just even awake. Living.
The whole Weasley family was entirely grateful to him, and even that was an understatement. When Mrs Weasley had hurtled, with the rest of the family, to Hogwarts after hearing the news, she'd flung her arms around Harry, tears flowing freely down her face, crying out her thanks. Mr Weasley had tears shining in his eyes, had also thanked Harry, Percy with Bill and Charlie had just stood, utterly shaken and completely white, staring at the unmoving Ginny.
Fred and George, for once were out of character. They'd just collapsed into chairs by her bed, talking to her although she couldn't hear. There had been no jokes at all. None.
And Ron. Ron had been so pale and so shaken, had tears looming in his eyes and he'd had to be dragged away from her bed, as he seemed so determined to stay there until Ginny had come back – if she did.
Tears suddenly pricked Harry's eyes and he blinked them back hastily. Even Madame Pomfrey had admitted Ginny might not live. She'd taken one look at the thin, tiny, freezing girl McGonagall had rushed into the wing, and had literally gasped, before regaining her senses.
Ginny had really, really bad pneumonia and combined with her anorexia, didn't give her much chance. Even in the wizarding world, with all the spells, enchantments, curses, potions, charms. There was nothing a wizard had power to do in saving people who were dying, or remaining on the brink of life or death.
The only thing that a wizard had power over anything like that was death and that was the forbidden curses, 'avada kedrava.' (A/n, I swear I'll check the spelling asap!)
And yet Harry felt so isolated. He was actually the only one who knew exactly what Ginny felt. Or most of it. And he'd promised not to tell anyone. He was completely alone. He'd never felt more pressured than this, like he was dying to tell anyone, who could help her, but then he'd have betrayed her trust completely. And her feelings were so complex and so * dark * he didn't even dare breathe a word to anyone of them. But, it was such a burden to carry…He'd once slipped down with the use of his invisibility cloak and just watched her still body for a few minutes where suddenly, he swore he heard her cry "HELP", but her lips barely moved.
He sighed, it was break, and as usual he had rushed to the wing and had seen the familiar sight of her unmoving body. He'd had the mick taken out of him loads of times, especially by Draco. But the thing was, now, he just couldn't hide his feelings for his best friends little sister. He had no idea of how Ron felt, as he avoided the subject with an eerie stoniness. He guessed he just couldn't really see the idea of his sister and friend * seeing * each other in * that * way.
He got up and was about to leave, when he saw a flutter of movement…her lashes blinked and her soft brown eyes suddenly opened and stared up.
He felt tears prick his eyes…she was awake…
"Ginny," he cried softly.
"Harry," she croaked weakly…
A/n. aha. I wrote this fic myself and I can't even bloody remember what I wrote! Cos I deleted all the first chapters off the disk…and I can't remember what I actually said in them! So it'll be a few days before this is up…because I need to check some points…cos I only have this vague idea of what I wrote, and I don't even know if Ginny told Harry how she felt, or she was just recalling the events to herself! Forgive me if anything is wrong and feel free to tell me in your reviews! (
Oh well. God. HOW SAPPY IS THAT?! Arrrrggghhhh, not funny!
Anyway…I can't think of anything sensible to actually write here. Hmm…
I LOVE ELIJAH!!!!
:P
But irrelevant… Hope you enjoyed this and PLEASE review! If you want to get e-mailed when I update, just say and I will! (