Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: Thank you for your reviews. Let me just say before you read more: He died a noble death, a lot better than most people may give him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry," a gentle voice called. "It's time to wake up now."
Harry struggled to open his eyes. A blinding light greeted him. He went to close his eye again.
"Harry," came Dumbledore's grandfatherly voice.
Opening his eyes again Harry saw the fuzzy outline of the headmaster. He struggled to sit up. He went to grab his glasses, but couldn't.
"My arm," Harry said as Dumbledore helped him put his glasses on. Looking down on where his right arm had been, Harry saw a stump just below the shoulder.
"I understand you took part of a killing curse for Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said. "The curse, you see, acts like a rapid spreading toxin. I'm afraid that the healers had to take you arm to stop it from spreading. You can get a magical replacement, silver in fact, if you wish."
An image of Wormtail's new arm after the Tri-wizard tournament flashed into Harry's mind.
"No. That's fine."
"I thought as much," Dumbledore said leaning back in his chair. "The same offer will be made to Mr. Longbottom for his legs. He took the bulk of the curse."
"Does that mean Ginny's OK?"
Dumbledore's face fell a bit. "I am afraid Miss Weasley is in a coma. It seems as though she used an extraordinary amount of magic during the battle. The healers fear she may be a squib after this."
"What do you think?"
The twinkle lit up in Dumbledore's eyes.
"I believe Mr. Potter that Miss Weasley was more powerful than she would have ever believed. I would dare to say it rivaled that of Morgan de Fay. However, with the amount of power she used - using Occulmency through the Dark Mark to reach every Death Eater - has left her simply . . . ordinary magical wise, not extraordinary."
"Why isn't she awake then?"
"I'm afraid Miss Weasley simply doesn't feel like waking. You see she is safe in her mind, she's not sure of that out here. She believes by all means she should be dead by now. She is confused. "Her spell was very ingenious. The whole wizard world owes her a debt. With members and aurors placed at various cities around Europe, we were able to capture more than 100 Death Eaters. They were crying out, talking about the horrors, they had done. I dare say the world owes Ginny Weasley a debt."
"She was going to sacrifice herself for everyone," Harry said looking down.
"A love of the world," Dumbledore said. "You and Mr. Longbottom's love for her spared her. You formed an orb of a magic so powerful it helped defeat Voldemort."
"Snape sacrificed himself too," Harry said looking up. "He called Ginny my mother's name."
"Ah, you see Harry, Snape's worst fear was seeing your mother die and not being able to save her. It was almost as if he was living it with Ginny's spell. I think when it was lifted he saw someone shoot a killing curse at a redheaded woman and at that moment found out he could move. He decided to save her because he could."
"Oh. I wondered. I didn't know why or what to tell people."
"I am afraid, however, that the potion Miss Weasley and Miss Lovegood took should not be discussed with anyone It is not something that someone with a grandiose taste of power should know exists. It is also very dangerous. Miss Lovegood's mother died trying to create it the first time."
Harry nodded his head. "How is everyone else?"
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood are all fine. I am afraid that the Malfoy line has ended however. Both Mr. Malfoys' bodies were found a ways away from the clearing. "I believe," Dumbledore said standing up and taking a wand from his pocket. "This is Mr. Weasley's. I expect you would want to return it to him as you were the last to use it."
Dumbledore waited as Harry got up, and then they made their way down the hall. Upon entering a room in the next corridor, Harry was enveloped by a pair of arms and several redheads as well as a brown-haired young woman.
"Oh Gods Harry are you all right?"
"What happened?"
Hermione threw her arms around Harry. Tears rolled down her face. "You did it Harry. Thank you."
Harry turned to look at Ron. His best friend's eyes were red and puffy.
"I'm sorry Harry," he choked out. "Your arm, Neville's legs, Ginny. It's all my fault if I hadn't rushed in there -"
"It's not your fault Ron," Harry said. "It's Voldemort's. I have something of yours. I hope you don't mind I used it to kill a Dark Lord."
Harry handed Ron his wand back.
"Oh bloody hell," Ron said as he pulled Harry into a big bear hug.
The entire group joined in on the hug except for a small figure lying in the hospital bed beside the window.
"How is she?" Harry asked motioning toward Ginny.
"She won't wake up," Hermione said.
"They think she drained all her magic. That she'll be a squib," Fred said.
"She won't be," Harry answered.
"Hello," came a voice from the doorway.
Everyone turned to see Neville sitting in a wheelchair. His grandmother stood behind him.
"Where's Ginny?" he asked.
The Weasley's parted. Neville rolled himself toward her bed. He picked up her hand and kissed it.
"I think we should give them some space," Harry said ushering the Weasleys and Hermione to the other side of the room. Seeing into Ginny's memories he knew for certain she would listen to Neville. Deep down she loved him, more than she ever did Harry. It saddened him, but not as much as the knowledge that if Neville didn't get through to her, Ginny would never wake up.
The room was quite enough to hear Neville's words.
"Ginny, it's Neville," his voice quivered. "I need you to listen to me Gin. I know that you think you're safe wherever you are, but you're not. You need to wake up. There are people here that need you and love you. "I need you," Neville said with tears streaming down his face. "Don't you leave me Gin. You said I make you feel safe, so trust me. You need to wake up. You hear me Ginny wake up!
Neville struggled to raise himself up to Ginny's face. He kissed her cheek and rested his head on hers.
"Merlin Ginny wake up," he whispered. "I can't go on without you. If you don't wake up I might as well have died back there. I love you so much."
"Me too," came a week voice from the bed.
"Gods Gin," Neville said kissing her on the lips as the Weasley family rushed to her bedside.
A/N: Thank you for your reviews. Let me just say before you read more: He died a noble death, a lot better than most people may give him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Harry," a gentle voice called. "It's time to wake up now."
Harry struggled to open his eyes. A blinding light greeted him. He went to close his eye again.
"Harry," came Dumbledore's grandfatherly voice.
Opening his eyes again Harry saw the fuzzy outline of the headmaster. He struggled to sit up. He went to grab his glasses, but couldn't.
"My arm," Harry said as Dumbledore helped him put his glasses on. Looking down on where his right arm had been, Harry saw a stump just below the shoulder.
"I understand you took part of a killing curse for Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said. "The curse, you see, acts like a rapid spreading toxin. I'm afraid that the healers had to take you arm to stop it from spreading. You can get a magical replacement, silver in fact, if you wish."
An image of Wormtail's new arm after the Tri-wizard tournament flashed into Harry's mind.
"No. That's fine."
"I thought as much," Dumbledore said leaning back in his chair. "The same offer will be made to Mr. Longbottom for his legs. He took the bulk of the curse."
"Does that mean Ginny's OK?"
Dumbledore's face fell a bit. "I am afraid Miss Weasley is in a coma. It seems as though she used an extraordinary amount of magic during the battle. The healers fear she may be a squib after this."
"What do you think?"
The twinkle lit up in Dumbledore's eyes.
"I believe Mr. Potter that Miss Weasley was more powerful than she would have ever believed. I would dare to say it rivaled that of Morgan de Fay. However, with the amount of power she used - using Occulmency through the Dark Mark to reach every Death Eater - has left her simply . . . ordinary magical wise, not extraordinary."
"Why isn't she awake then?"
"I'm afraid Miss Weasley simply doesn't feel like waking. You see she is safe in her mind, she's not sure of that out here. She believes by all means she should be dead by now. She is confused. "Her spell was very ingenious. The whole wizard world owes her a debt. With members and aurors placed at various cities around Europe, we were able to capture more than 100 Death Eaters. They were crying out, talking about the horrors, they had done. I dare say the world owes Ginny Weasley a debt."
"She was going to sacrifice herself for everyone," Harry said looking down.
"A love of the world," Dumbledore said. "You and Mr. Longbottom's love for her spared her. You formed an orb of a magic so powerful it helped defeat Voldemort."
"Snape sacrificed himself too," Harry said looking up. "He called Ginny my mother's name."
"Ah, you see Harry, Snape's worst fear was seeing your mother die and not being able to save her. It was almost as if he was living it with Ginny's spell. I think when it was lifted he saw someone shoot a killing curse at a redheaded woman and at that moment found out he could move. He decided to save her because he could."
"Oh. I wondered. I didn't know why or what to tell people."
"I am afraid, however, that the potion Miss Weasley and Miss Lovegood took should not be discussed with anyone It is not something that someone with a grandiose taste of power should know exists. It is also very dangerous. Miss Lovegood's mother died trying to create it the first time."
Harry nodded his head. "How is everyone else?"
"Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger and Miss Lovegood are all fine. I am afraid that the Malfoy line has ended however. Both Mr. Malfoys' bodies were found a ways away from the clearing. "I believe," Dumbledore said standing up and taking a wand from his pocket. "This is Mr. Weasley's. I expect you would want to return it to him as you were the last to use it."
Dumbledore waited as Harry got up, and then they made their way down the hall. Upon entering a room in the next corridor, Harry was enveloped by a pair of arms and several redheads as well as a brown-haired young woman.
"Oh Gods Harry are you all right?"
"What happened?"
Hermione threw her arms around Harry. Tears rolled down her face. "You did it Harry. Thank you."
Harry turned to look at Ron. His best friend's eyes were red and puffy.
"I'm sorry Harry," he choked out. "Your arm, Neville's legs, Ginny. It's all my fault if I hadn't rushed in there -"
"It's not your fault Ron," Harry said. "It's Voldemort's. I have something of yours. I hope you don't mind I used it to kill a Dark Lord."
Harry handed Ron his wand back.
"Oh bloody hell," Ron said as he pulled Harry into a big bear hug.
The entire group joined in on the hug except for a small figure lying in the hospital bed beside the window.
"How is she?" Harry asked motioning toward Ginny.
"She won't wake up," Hermione said.
"They think she drained all her magic. That she'll be a squib," Fred said.
"She won't be," Harry answered.
"Hello," came a voice from the doorway.
Everyone turned to see Neville sitting in a wheelchair. His grandmother stood behind him.
"Where's Ginny?" he asked.
The Weasley's parted. Neville rolled himself toward her bed. He picked up her hand and kissed it.
"I think we should give them some space," Harry said ushering the Weasleys and Hermione to the other side of the room. Seeing into Ginny's memories he knew for certain she would listen to Neville. Deep down she loved him, more than she ever did Harry. It saddened him, but not as much as the knowledge that if Neville didn't get through to her, Ginny would never wake up.
The room was quite enough to hear Neville's words.
"Ginny, it's Neville," his voice quivered. "I need you to listen to me Gin. I know that you think you're safe wherever you are, but you're not. You need to wake up. There are people here that need you and love you. "I need you," Neville said with tears streaming down his face. "Don't you leave me Gin. You said I make you feel safe, so trust me. You need to wake up. You hear me Ginny wake up!
Neville struggled to raise himself up to Ginny's face. He kissed her cheek and rested his head on hers.
"Merlin Ginny wake up," he whispered. "I can't go on without you. If you don't wake up I might as well have died back there. I love you so much."
"Me too," came a week voice from the bed.
"Gods Gin," Neville said kissing her on the lips as the Weasley family rushed to her bedside.