A/N I apologize for taking so long, but I have a horrible case of Writers
block so this chapter might be not as good as the others. If you have ANY
suggestions for relieving writers block tell me Cheers!!
A Miracle
The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the shallow breathing of the raven haired boy sitting alone in the darkness.
He couldn't believe she was gone, a member of the first family he could remember having. He felt helpless as the girl, who had once had such a vibrant life, whose smile could light any room, lay there still and noiselessly a look of contentment on her pale face. Harry had been there yet had done nothing to help her, she would be alive now had it not been for him. A single tear fell from his eye onto her face. Harry laid his head on her chest crying softly, the girl who had helped him live was now dead and he didn't even know her. Harry found himself in a pale green room, around him where about ten people stood, their faces blurry, surrounding a woman's bed. A man stood beside her his hand resting on the blankets of a dark haired infant. The family warmed Harry's heart and although he couldn't see their faces they seemed very familiar. He watched silently as the couple ruffled the raven hair of the child.
"Harry?" A weak voice called out to him. Harry was jerked away form the happy scene only to find himself once again in the dark of the Hospital. HE raised his head and looked for the source of the voice, but no one was there except Ginny and himself. He sighed and looked down Ginny's peaceful form only to fall backwards off the chair; he stared at Ginny who stared back through slited eyes. She drew in ragged breaths coughing occasionally.
"Harry?" her voice weak and growing weaker by the minute as she fought to stay conscious. Harry sat back up and grabbed her hand, squeezing it a little.
"Hold on Gin, hold on," Harry released her hand and ran to the nurse's bedroom banging loudly on the door. The nurse came out sleepy and grumpy, half dressed and disoriented. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of him.
"Mr. Potter what is the meaning of this?" her voice was dangerously low and very irritated.
"It's Ginny she's" A gasp from the nurse interrupted him,
"Mr. Potter I'm sorry you had to. we were going to tell you tomorrow-"Harry shook his head.
"No come see she's alive," the nurse gave him a sympathetic look.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley's gone. There is nothing we can do," Harry sighed
"Just come please" He gave her his most pathetic look and she relented. Sighing she followed him to the back room where Ginny lay once again still. Harry's breath hitched and he ran to her side laying his hand on her chest. She opened her eyes and watched him; he sighed with relief and beckoned the nurse over. She peered over the bed and shrieked.
"Ms. Weasley! Oh you're alive but.how?" The nurse took her temperature and her pulse and did some other tests on her. Reciting a few spells she turned to Harry. "She'll be fine Mr. Potter, I don't know what happened but it is a good thing you discovered her or she would have died again. Her lungs were giving out when as it was." Harry nodded mutely and took a seat beside Ginny's sleeping form.
Harry woke to the sounded of crunching above his head. Opening a bleary eye Harry saw Ginny sitting propped up on a pillow munching on a bit of toast crumbs occasionally breaking free and landing in Harry's Raven black hair giving it a strange appearance... Harry sat up quickly, this movement startling Ginny.
"Sorry Harry" her voice was raspy and quiet "I didn't mean to wake you" Harry shook his head,
"No, no it's alright." He looked her over "Never mind me though how are you feeling?" Ginny gave a weak smile
"Tired and sore, otherwise fine" she croaked "Harry what happened? All I remember is a loud crash and then." Ginny trailed off her blue eyes watched him like big pools of water teeming with life and curiosity. Harry bit his lip nervously unsure of whether or not to tell her.
"Are you sure you want to know now Gin?" Ginny nodded, wincing slightly "The Three Broomsticks was destroyed, along with many of the other Hogsmeade buildings. By the time we realized that they had destroyed the building you were in it was to late. Twelve people were dead and our friends were missing. I searched through the rubble for hours and found the others; you were the last one I found. You were in horrible shape, your head was gashed your arms and legs bloody and a piece of plywood through your chest." Ginny grew pale; hanging on Harry's every word. Deciding not to tell about his few days of self starvation and his depression Harry told her about her short time among the dead, and how she had miraculously woke. Ginny wiped the tears spilling forth from her eyes,
"I'm sorry I scared you and our friends so much, I didn't mean to and. Oh Merlin what about my mother?" No sooner had the words left her lips when Madame Pomfrey came in looking disgruntled, as behind her came the entire Weasley family. Harry took a few steps way from the bed as Mrs. Weasley wrapped Ginny in her tight and loving embrace.
"Oh, Ginny" Mrs. Weasley sobbed "Your alive, my baby girl" Ginny tried hard not to push her mother away, but her hug was becoming quite painful. Harry came to her rescue.
"Mrs. Weasley Ginny is still a little sore." Mrs. Weasley immediately broke away from he daughter, tears of joy stinging her eyes.
"Of course, sorry dear" Ginny gave her a smile which Mrs. Weasley returned
"It's alright Mom" Ginny said. Harry tried to sidle out of the room, so that the Weasley's could spend time alone with their daughter, but his way out was blocked by the twins. Sighing he took a seat in the back corner of the room, while the Weasleys spoke with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley couldn't stop crying, tears gleamed on her cheeks falling onto the smile that curled her lips. Around 8:00 the nurse sent them away, Harry was allowed to stay, as was Ron because they were both pronounced sick by the nurse. Harry sat next to Ginny on one side Ron on the other. They talked for several hours, Ron told Ginny about what happened when their parents were told as well as when the rest of the family was told. Around midnight the nurse came in seething, yelling at them to get to bed. They climbed in between the starch sheets and bide each other good night. Harry's last thought as exhaustion claimed him was that miracle's do exist.
A Miracle
The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the shallow breathing of the raven haired boy sitting alone in the darkness.
He couldn't believe she was gone, a member of the first family he could remember having. He felt helpless as the girl, who had once had such a vibrant life, whose smile could light any room, lay there still and noiselessly a look of contentment on her pale face. Harry had been there yet had done nothing to help her, she would be alive now had it not been for him. A single tear fell from his eye onto her face. Harry laid his head on her chest crying softly, the girl who had helped him live was now dead and he didn't even know her. Harry found himself in a pale green room, around him where about ten people stood, their faces blurry, surrounding a woman's bed. A man stood beside her his hand resting on the blankets of a dark haired infant. The family warmed Harry's heart and although he couldn't see their faces they seemed very familiar. He watched silently as the couple ruffled the raven hair of the child.
"Harry?" A weak voice called out to him. Harry was jerked away form the happy scene only to find himself once again in the dark of the Hospital. HE raised his head and looked for the source of the voice, but no one was there except Ginny and himself. He sighed and looked down Ginny's peaceful form only to fall backwards off the chair; he stared at Ginny who stared back through slited eyes. She drew in ragged breaths coughing occasionally.
"Harry?" her voice weak and growing weaker by the minute as she fought to stay conscious. Harry sat back up and grabbed her hand, squeezing it a little.
"Hold on Gin, hold on," Harry released her hand and ran to the nurse's bedroom banging loudly on the door. The nurse came out sleepy and grumpy, half dressed and disoriented. She narrowed her eyes at the sight of him.
"Mr. Potter what is the meaning of this?" her voice was dangerously low and very irritated.
"It's Ginny she's" A gasp from the nurse interrupted him,
"Mr. Potter I'm sorry you had to. we were going to tell you tomorrow-"Harry shook his head.
"No come see she's alive," the nurse gave him a sympathetic look.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley's gone. There is nothing we can do," Harry sighed
"Just come please" He gave her his most pathetic look and she relented. Sighing she followed him to the back room where Ginny lay once again still. Harry's breath hitched and he ran to her side laying his hand on her chest. She opened her eyes and watched him; he sighed with relief and beckoned the nurse over. She peered over the bed and shrieked.
"Ms. Weasley! Oh you're alive but.how?" The nurse took her temperature and her pulse and did some other tests on her. Reciting a few spells she turned to Harry. "She'll be fine Mr. Potter, I don't know what happened but it is a good thing you discovered her or she would have died again. Her lungs were giving out when as it was." Harry nodded mutely and took a seat beside Ginny's sleeping form.
Harry woke to the sounded of crunching above his head. Opening a bleary eye Harry saw Ginny sitting propped up on a pillow munching on a bit of toast crumbs occasionally breaking free and landing in Harry's Raven black hair giving it a strange appearance... Harry sat up quickly, this movement startling Ginny.
"Sorry Harry" her voice was raspy and quiet "I didn't mean to wake you" Harry shook his head,
"No, no it's alright." He looked her over "Never mind me though how are you feeling?" Ginny gave a weak smile
"Tired and sore, otherwise fine" she croaked "Harry what happened? All I remember is a loud crash and then." Ginny trailed off her blue eyes watched him like big pools of water teeming with life and curiosity. Harry bit his lip nervously unsure of whether or not to tell her.
"Are you sure you want to know now Gin?" Ginny nodded, wincing slightly "The Three Broomsticks was destroyed, along with many of the other Hogsmeade buildings. By the time we realized that they had destroyed the building you were in it was to late. Twelve people were dead and our friends were missing. I searched through the rubble for hours and found the others; you were the last one I found. You were in horrible shape, your head was gashed your arms and legs bloody and a piece of plywood through your chest." Ginny grew pale; hanging on Harry's every word. Deciding not to tell about his few days of self starvation and his depression Harry told her about her short time among the dead, and how she had miraculously woke. Ginny wiped the tears spilling forth from her eyes,
"I'm sorry I scared you and our friends so much, I didn't mean to and. Oh Merlin what about my mother?" No sooner had the words left her lips when Madame Pomfrey came in looking disgruntled, as behind her came the entire Weasley family. Harry took a few steps way from the bed as Mrs. Weasley wrapped Ginny in her tight and loving embrace.
"Oh, Ginny" Mrs. Weasley sobbed "Your alive, my baby girl" Ginny tried hard not to push her mother away, but her hug was becoming quite painful. Harry came to her rescue.
"Mrs. Weasley Ginny is still a little sore." Mrs. Weasley immediately broke away from he daughter, tears of joy stinging her eyes.
"Of course, sorry dear" Ginny gave her a smile which Mrs. Weasley returned
"It's alright Mom" Ginny said. Harry tried to sidle out of the room, so that the Weasley's could spend time alone with their daughter, but his way out was blocked by the twins. Sighing he took a seat in the back corner of the room, while the Weasleys spoke with Ginny, Mrs. Weasley couldn't stop crying, tears gleamed on her cheeks falling onto the smile that curled her lips. Around 8:00 the nurse sent them away, Harry was allowed to stay, as was Ron because they were both pronounced sick by the nurse. Harry sat next to Ginny on one side Ron on the other. They talked for several hours, Ron told Ginny about what happened when their parents were told as well as when the rest of the family was told. Around midnight the nurse came in seething, yelling at them to get to bed. They climbed in between the starch sheets and bide each other good night. Harry's last thought as exhaustion claimed him was that miracle's do exist.
