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story line.
Ron looked at Pomfrey, his brown eyes fearful and worried. "What is it?" He
asked in a whisper, terrified at her answer.
Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. "It's a complicated procedure and she
might not make it, it's never been tried before."
"Tell me!" Ron said, agitated but keeping his voice low so Ginny wouldn't
worry.
"We would have to use a mixture of wizard and muggle medicines. We would
use a potion called Nainthoric and the muggle chemotherapy. But it might
endanger your sister more than helping her."
"And if she doesn't get the treatment?" Ron whispered.
Pomfrey frowned. "Then you will no longer have a little sister." She told
him quietly but firmly, looking over at Ginny with Harry and Hermione, a
sad look in her eyes. When a child was as sick as Ginny was, it was never
easy on anyone.
Ron's eyes widened and he frowned at Pomfrey. "No." He muttered quietly.
"I'm sorry." Pomfrey started to say. Ron turned and glared up at her.
"No. I won't let her die." He said firmly and returned to his sister's
side. Harry and Hermione had been talking to Ginny, basically just trying
to help her forget she was sick.
"We have class now." Hermione reminded the two boys, her hand gently in
Harry's. "We'll come back right after, ok Ginny?" Hermione smiled down at
her and Harry squeezed Ginny's hand before they both left.
Ron stayed behind and took her hand. "You'll be alright, Gin. I promise."
He kissed her forehead and went to class.
Ginny smiled weakly after them and sighed, her head lying back against the
big pillow and she fell into a deep, potion induced sleep.
The next few weeks, Ginny spent in the hospital wing. Her parents had given
permission for the treatment, but she had gotten so bad that they couldn't
move her to St.Mungos.
Ron visited her regularly there, but she rarely was awake. It seemed Ginny
slept more than anything else. Every time her parents visited, Pomfrey
shook her head. Ginny's future was not looking good.
One night, Ginny had a rare moment when she was awake. She felt someone
beside her and opened her eyes to see a flash of silver-blonde hair. She
blinked, her mind fuzzy from the potions and the chemotherapy. Just as
suddenly as she was awake, her eyes closed again and she slipped back into
sleep.
Hey! I know it's been FOREVER since I've updated! Well, this story has
taken a different twist but we'll see what happens! *cackles* PLEASE
REVIEW! (
story line.
Ron looked at Pomfrey, his brown eyes fearful and worried. "What is it?" He
asked in a whisper, terrified at her answer.
Pomfrey sighed and shook her head. "It's a complicated procedure and she
might not make it, it's never been tried before."
"Tell me!" Ron said, agitated but keeping his voice low so Ginny wouldn't
worry.
"We would have to use a mixture of wizard and muggle medicines. We would
use a potion called Nainthoric and the muggle chemotherapy. But it might
endanger your sister more than helping her."
"And if she doesn't get the treatment?" Ron whispered.
Pomfrey frowned. "Then you will no longer have a little sister." She told
him quietly but firmly, looking over at Ginny with Harry and Hermione, a
sad look in her eyes. When a child was as sick as Ginny was, it was never
easy on anyone.
Ron's eyes widened and he frowned at Pomfrey. "No." He muttered quietly.
"I'm sorry." Pomfrey started to say. Ron turned and glared up at her.
"No. I won't let her die." He said firmly and returned to his sister's
side. Harry and Hermione had been talking to Ginny, basically just trying
to help her forget she was sick.
"We have class now." Hermione reminded the two boys, her hand gently in
Harry's. "We'll come back right after, ok Ginny?" Hermione smiled down at
her and Harry squeezed Ginny's hand before they both left.
Ron stayed behind and took her hand. "You'll be alright, Gin. I promise."
He kissed her forehead and went to class.
Ginny smiled weakly after them and sighed, her head lying back against the
big pillow and she fell into a deep, potion induced sleep.
The next few weeks, Ginny spent in the hospital wing. Her parents had given
permission for the treatment, but she had gotten so bad that they couldn't
move her to St.Mungos.
Ron visited her regularly there, but she rarely was awake. It seemed Ginny
slept more than anything else. Every time her parents visited, Pomfrey
shook her head. Ginny's future was not looking good.
One night, Ginny had a rare moment when she was awake. She felt someone
beside her and opened her eyes to see a flash of silver-blonde hair. She
blinked, her mind fuzzy from the potions and the chemotherapy. Just as
suddenly as she was awake, her eyes closed again and she slipped back into
sleep.
Hey! I know it's been FOREVER since I've updated! Well, this story has
taken a different twist but we'll see what happens! *cackles* PLEASE
REVIEW! (