DISCLAIMER: This does not belong to me; my name is not J.K. Rowling
A/N: Again, thanks to all those people who actually review this but I really, really, really, want more reviews, I only have like what-5? And one of them is my own so it's really more like 4, well, anyways you get the picture: Just REVIEW! PLEASE!
Now back to the fic
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"GINNY!!" Ron yelled when he saw the limp body on the ground.
"I can't believe this!!! Fred, go get Mum! George go get Dad!" Charlie shouted as he landed next to his sister's body with Bill after him.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, can you hear me?" Bill whispered to his little sister, and then he picked her up, so that her bloody arm lay against his chest applying pressure to it so that the blood didn't leave so quickly.
Ron's face was very, very, pale along with Harry's, the both of them just stood there not knowing what to say and then Ginny's little hand came loose and she let go of something: the snitch. The little golden thing fell to the ground with no spirit; the wings of it were immobile. "She won," Ron said breathlessly, not believing his own voice, not believing what he saw before him. And then,
"MY BABY!" a hysterical Mrs. Weasley ran out of the burrow, "Ginny!!!"
Mr. Weasley followed behind her, levitating something with his wand and gliding it over to Bill and Ginny, "It's a port key to St. Ottery's Memorial Hospital, just grab a hold on to it, Bill."
"Alright," Bill said quietly his eyes not leaving Ginny's pale face.
**To St. Ottery's Memorial
As Bill appeared in the hospital with Ginny in his arms, three nurses gathered around them, and they took Ginny with no questions asked.
'Percy must have called,' Bill thought, and then sat down in one of the old chairs in the waiting room; he grabbed one of the magazines off the table called "Finance, Wizardry, and Your Life," started to read it and trying to keep his mind off Ginny.
The other Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to just show up minutes later, obviously apparating there.
"We left the boys at home with Charlie in charge," Mr. Weasley said, "Bill if you want to go back home that's fine, your mother and I are here."
"No," Bill said clearly, "I want to stay here and wait."
"Ok, sweetie," Mrs.Weasley replied.
The three of them sat there for what seemed to be hours, but was only really just one hour later, until a nurse showed up coming to talk with them.
"She's absolutely fine," the kind young nurse said, "she just lost a little too much blood and we need you two, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, to donate some so we may replace it, but first we'll just test your blood to see which type Ginny can handle."
Mrs. Weasley became very relieved, "Alright, just show us where we need to go."
The two of them followed the nurse the nurse in to the laboratory, where a phlebotomist (person who takes your blood) sat. He looked at the both of them kindly; he was a young man about the same age as Charlie, with black hair and brown eyes.
"We'll start off with you Mr. Weasley, just sit down here," and with that he tied Mr. Weasley's arm and injected the syringe in to him, and the syringe quickly took a little bit of his blood. Then Mr. Weasley got up when it was done and Mrs. Weasley sat done after him and did the same.
"Now," the young man said, "I'm going to take these two samples of blood and put them in to the Wireless Wizard Wringer and it will see which one of you is most compatible with Ginny's blood, the machine will only take five minutes."
And so Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood there waiting for five minutes, then the young man went to go check on the machine. What the young man saw shocked him and he gasped as looked at the machine.
"Wh-What's going on?" Mr. Weasley stammered, starting to get worried.
But the young man wouldn't answer him, he just pressed a little red button next to him and said in to an intercom, "Nurse, Nurse, come here quickly, I need a nurse to come here quickly," he said with the utmost urgency. Then a nurse ran in to the room two minutes later.
"What's going on?" the nurse asked.
"Take these results to Dr. Smith as fast as you can," the young man said to the nurse.
She nodded and grabbed them taking them with her.
"What's going on? What's wrong with my baby?" Mrs. Weasley said starting to get hysterical.
"N-nothing is wrong with her, it's just these results, it's just that--," he stopped himself not wanting to let go too much information, "the both of you can go sit in the waiting room, please."
"What's going on? What's going on damn it?!?" Mr. Weasley demanded, his fist hit the table, "Why aren't you telling us?"
"Mr. Weasley please restrain yourself, or I will have to take you out of the hospital, I don't have any authority or any authorization to tell you anything," he put blankly.
"I don't care about your bloody authority or authorization, what I care about is my daughter!" he yelled, knowing something was not right.
"Look!" the man said "the doctor will tell you when he has the time, I can't!"
"Arthur," Molly said quietly, "let's just go outside and wait."
"But Molly," Arthur replied
"Let's just go Arthur, we don't want to be kicked out of the hospital, that wont help Ginny at all," Molly said reasonably.
(PLLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEE RRRRREEEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEWWWW! Or I wont continue!!!)
A/N: Again, thanks to all those people who actually review this but I really, really, really, want more reviews, I only have like what-5? And one of them is my own so it's really more like 4, well, anyways you get the picture: Just REVIEW! PLEASE!
Now back to the fic
**
"GINNY!!" Ron yelled when he saw the limp body on the ground.
"I can't believe this!!! Fred, go get Mum! George go get Dad!" Charlie shouted as he landed next to his sister's body with Bill after him.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, can you hear me?" Bill whispered to his little sister, and then he picked her up, so that her bloody arm lay against his chest applying pressure to it so that the blood didn't leave so quickly.
Ron's face was very, very, pale along with Harry's, the both of them just stood there not knowing what to say and then Ginny's little hand came loose and she let go of something: the snitch. The little golden thing fell to the ground with no spirit; the wings of it were immobile. "She won," Ron said breathlessly, not believing his own voice, not believing what he saw before him. And then,
"MY BABY!" a hysterical Mrs. Weasley ran out of the burrow, "Ginny!!!"
Mr. Weasley followed behind her, levitating something with his wand and gliding it over to Bill and Ginny, "It's a port key to St. Ottery's Memorial Hospital, just grab a hold on to it, Bill."
"Alright," Bill said quietly his eyes not leaving Ginny's pale face.
**To St. Ottery's Memorial
As Bill appeared in the hospital with Ginny in his arms, three nurses gathered around them, and they took Ginny with no questions asked.
'Percy must have called,' Bill thought, and then sat down in one of the old chairs in the waiting room; he grabbed one of the magazines off the table called "Finance, Wizardry, and Your Life," started to read it and trying to keep his mind off Ginny.
The other Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to just show up minutes later, obviously apparating there.
"We left the boys at home with Charlie in charge," Mr. Weasley said, "Bill if you want to go back home that's fine, your mother and I are here."
"No," Bill said clearly, "I want to stay here and wait."
"Ok, sweetie," Mrs.Weasley replied.
The three of them sat there for what seemed to be hours, but was only really just one hour later, until a nurse showed up coming to talk with them.
"She's absolutely fine," the kind young nurse said, "she just lost a little too much blood and we need you two, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, to donate some so we may replace it, but first we'll just test your blood to see which type Ginny can handle."
Mrs. Weasley became very relieved, "Alright, just show us where we need to go."
The two of them followed the nurse the nurse in to the laboratory, where a phlebotomist (person who takes your blood) sat. He looked at the both of them kindly; he was a young man about the same age as Charlie, with black hair and brown eyes.
"We'll start off with you Mr. Weasley, just sit down here," and with that he tied Mr. Weasley's arm and injected the syringe in to him, and the syringe quickly took a little bit of his blood. Then Mr. Weasley got up when it was done and Mrs. Weasley sat done after him and did the same.
"Now," the young man said, "I'm going to take these two samples of blood and put them in to the Wireless Wizard Wringer and it will see which one of you is most compatible with Ginny's blood, the machine will only take five minutes."
And so Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood there waiting for five minutes, then the young man went to go check on the machine. What the young man saw shocked him and he gasped as looked at the machine.
"Wh-What's going on?" Mr. Weasley stammered, starting to get worried.
But the young man wouldn't answer him, he just pressed a little red button next to him and said in to an intercom, "Nurse, Nurse, come here quickly, I need a nurse to come here quickly," he said with the utmost urgency. Then a nurse ran in to the room two minutes later.
"What's going on?" the nurse asked.
"Take these results to Dr. Smith as fast as you can," the young man said to the nurse.
She nodded and grabbed them taking them with her.
"What's going on? What's wrong with my baby?" Mrs. Weasley said starting to get hysterical.
"N-nothing is wrong with her, it's just these results, it's just that--," he stopped himself not wanting to let go too much information, "the both of you can go sit in the waiting room, please."
"What's going on? What's going on damn it?!?" Mr. Weasley demanded, his fist hit the table, "Why aren't you telling us?"
"Mr. Weasley please restrain yourself, or I will have to take you out of the hospital, I don't have any authority or any authorization to tell you anything," he put blankly.
"I don't care about your bloody authority or authorization, what I care about is my daughter!" he yelled, knowing something was not right.
"Look!" the man said "the doctor will tell you when he has the time, I can't!"
"Arthur," Molly said quietly, "let's just go outside and wait."
"But Molly," Arthur replied
"Let's just go Arthur, we don't want to be kicked out of the hospital, that wont help Ginny at all," Molly said reasonably.
(PLLEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEE RRRRREEEEEEVVVVVIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEWWWW! Or I wont continue!!!)