The Darkness Within
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Chapter2 The Morning After
I awoke the next morning, to the stirring next to me. I rubbed my eyes, and looked for my glasses. I found that they have fallen to the floor besides me. I put them on. My blurry vision becomes clear. I looked up, and I saw Ginny staring at me with sorrowful eyes. Her eyes brought me back to the events of yesterday. My sorrow soon matched hers. I tried to reach for her hand, to tell her it would be alright. I got all choked up inside, and couldn't get the words out. Besides it would only be a lie anyways. Ginny lost her brother, I lost my best friend. Poor Hermione, she hasn't even heard the news. She lost most of all, her husband.
Ginny gave me a look of understanding. I know she knew how I was feeling, because I knew she felt the same way. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out."
The healer walked in carrying a tray of potions. She looked around for the one labeled for Ginny Weasley. "How are you feeling today Miss Weasley?"
Ginny sat up in bed. "I am feeling better, but I am still a little stiff and sore."
"Ah you will be for the next couple days, Miss Weasley."
Ginny looked down, and suddenly she looked very nervous. "How is Hermione Granger- Weasley doing?"
"I believe she hasn't awakened yet, she is still unconscious from yesterday. Which only complicates her situation? We are trying to do everything to save the baby, but she needs to come around or it will be lost. The baby gets nourishment from her. Miss Granger-Weasley has to come around so she can eat, and drink."
I felt my jaw drop, Hermione pregnant? I glanced over at Ginny. She looked at shocked as I am. The healer looked at both of us. She put her hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I thought you knew?"
I quickly reassured her. "Its ok don't worry, we won't say anything. By the way what's your name?"
The healer looked up with a thankful expression playing across her face. "It's Alchemy, and thank you for not saying anything."
"Don't worry Alchemy, I won't say a word, and neither will Ginny." I looked over at Ginny, and she nodded in agreement.
"Well Miss Weasley here is your restorative potion. Now hurry, and drink it up." Ginny reached over, and took the potion. She swallowed like she would of a shot of fire whiskey. Ginny made such a sour face as she drank it. I just had to laugh.
"Well I'm glad you're laughing Harry. That potion tasted absolutely horrid." She gave the flask back to Alchemy. With that Alchemy left the room. "Oh by the way Miss Weasley, you are free to go home."
"Well that's certainly good news Ginny. Do you want to go visit Hermione in a little while?"
"Sure Harry," she readily agreed. "Now if you will please leave the room so I can get dressed."
"I'm really sorry Ginny." I felt myself growing red. I started to back through the door.
"It is ok Harry."
I caught a quick smile from her, as I backed into the hallway. I sat down in the bench that was in the hall. Thoughts and flashes from the previous day kept going through my head. Blood and death always seemed to surround me, ever since I was a baby. First my parent, then Cedric, and my godfather Sirus. Now it was my best friend Ron. I should have learned my lesson, and let nobody come close to me. I always seem to be the cause of death somehow. I'm sure even the Grim Reaper is sick of seeing me. I was glad to be finally being rid of Voldemort, but at what price, my best friend. No it nothing was worth losing Ron. I felt my insides rage for blood. I looked down and saw my fists were clenched. I felt a dull pain throb in my hand. I unclenched my hands and saw blood welling up in my palm. I felt myself losing a battle. The darkness in my soul was slowly invading my heart. Love and hope, were replaced with loss and despair. I heard the door creaking open. I looked up and saw Ginny standing by me.
"Are you ready Harry?" She gave me warm smile, but her eyes still held unshed tears. I felt so horrible for knowing Ron died fighting, because of being involved with me. I hated to be at the root of her pain.
I nodded my head at her, knowing that if I spoke I would get all choked up. Ginny seemed to understand my mood. She didn't try to fill the silence with senseless chatter, like some girls would. We slowly reached the room Hermione was being held at. I opened the door to go in I dreaded what I would see. I didn't know what to say to her. How can you tell your best friend, that your other best friend that's her husband is gone. I felt a cold sweat riveting down my back. I glanced in the door way. Ginny was already beside Hermione, holding her hand. "C'mon Potter you can do this." I quietly tried to give myself encouragement. I walked up to Hermione's bedside. I gasped at what I saw. Hermione was stark white. There was angry red scratches' running down her face. There was a bandage winding around the top of her head. She had black and blue smudges underneath her eyes. If it wasn't for the gentle fall, and rise in her chest. I would be thinking I would be looking at a corpse. I felt the lump in my throat grow hard. I tore my eyes off of Hermione and glanced at Ginny. She had streams of tears pouring out of her chocolate brown eyes. I resisted the urge to brush her tears away. I hated to see her in so much pain. Her beautiful face was etched in sorrow. Did I just say beautiful? I shook my head. She was too good for me. I quickly erased the thought as quickly as it came. I quickly fixed my eyes at Hermione again. It was too hard to look at Ginny. She was making me feel stuff I shouldn't feel.
I took Hermione's other hand. It too was covered in bandages, and gauze. "My God, I'm so sorry Mione. I should have protected you better. I shouldn't have you let you be in the final battle. Since I'm the one Voldemort wanted. Well he's gone for good now. I hope there isn't anymore that he or his followers can't haunt us with. I'm just so sorry."
Ginny took her hand, and covered mine. "It isn't your fault Harry. You couldn't stop Hermione from fighting, anymore than you could stop me. You have got to stop blaming yourself."
I oddly felt better as she said that. A part of me told me not to believe her. Another part of me told me that she was telling me the truth. "Thanks Gin, I needed that."
"Anytime you need to talk, you know I'm there for you Harry."
"I know Gin." I glanced back down at Hermione. She had her eyes open.
She shifted her eyes to the water pitcher on her tray. I quickly
poured it for her any gave her some. Hermione took a couple swallows,
and cleared her throat. She opened her mouth to speak. "Where is
Ron?"
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Disclaimer: I don't own a thing!
Chapter2 The Morning After
I awoke the next morning, to the stirring next to me. I rubbed my eyes, and looked for my glasses. I found that they have fallen to the floor besides me. I put them on. My blurry vision becomes clear. I looked up, and I saw Ginny staring at me with sorrowful eyes. Her eyes brought me back to the events of yesterday. My sorrow soon matched hers. I tried to reach for her hand, to tell her it would be alright. I got all choked up inside, and couldn't get the words out. Besides it would only be a lie anyways. Ginny lost her brother, I lost my best friend. Poor Hermione, she hasn't even heard the news. She lost most of all, her husband.
Ginny gave me a look of understanding. I know she knew how I was feeling, because I knew she felt the same way. There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I called out."
The healer walked in carrying a tray of potions. She looked around for the one labeled for Ginny Weasley. "How are you feeling today Miss Weasley?"
Ginny sat up in bed. "I am feeling better, but I am still a little stiff and sore."
"Ah you will be for the next couple days, Miss Weasley."
Ginny looked down, and suddenly she looked very nervous. "How is Hermione Granger- Weasley doing?"
"I believe she hasn't awakened yet, she is still unconscious from yesterday. Which only complicates her situation? We are trying to do everything to save the baby, but she needs to come around or it will be lost. The baby gets nourishment from her. Miss Granger-Weasley has to come around so she can eat, and drink."
I felt my jaw drop, Hermione pregnant? I glanced over at Ginny. She looked at shocked as I am. The healer looked at both of us. She put her hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I thought you knew?"
I quickly reassured her. "Its ok don't worry, we won't say anything. By the way what's your name?"
The healer looked up with a thankful expression playing across her face. "It's Alchemy, and thank you for not saying anything."
"Don't worry Alchemy, I won't say a word, and neither will Ginny." I looked over at Ginny, and she nodded in agreement.
"Well Miss Weasley here is your restorative potion. Now hurry, and drink it up." Ginny reached over, and took the potion. She swallowed like she would of a shot of fire whiskey. Ginny made such a sour face as she drank it. I just had to laugh.
"Well I'm glad you're laughing Harry. That potion tasted absolutely horrid." She gave the flask back to Alchemy. With that Alchemy left the room. "Oh by the way Miss Weasley, you are free to go home."
"Well that's certainly good news Ginny. Do you want to go visit Hermione in a little while?"
"Sure Harry," she readily agreed. "Now if you will please leave the room so I can get dressed."
"I'm really sorry Ginny." I felt myself growing red. I started to back through the door.
"It is ok Harry."
I caught a quick smile from her, as I backed into the hallway. I sat down in the bench that was in the hall. Thoughts and flashes from the previous day kept going through my head. Blood and death always seemed to surround me, ever since I was a baby. First my parent, then Cedric, and my godfather Sirus. Now it was my best friend Ron. I should have learned my lesson, and let nobody come close to me. I always seem to be the cause of death somehow. I'm sure even the Grim Reaper is sick of seeing me. I was glad to be finally being rid of Voldemort, but at what price, my best friend. No it nothing was worth losing Ron. I felt my insides rage for blood. I looked down and saw my fists were clenched. I felt a dull pain throb in my hand. I unclenched my hands and saw blood welling up in my palm. I felt myself losing a battle. The darkness in my soul was slowly invading my heart. Love and hope, were replaced with loss and despair. I heard the door creaking open. I looked up and saw Ginny standing by me.
"Are you ready Harry?" She gave me warm smile, but her eyes still held unshed tears. I felt so horrible for knowing Ron died fighting, because of being involved with me. I hated to be at the root of her pain.
I nodded my head at her, knowing that if I spoke I would get all choked up. Ginny seemed to understand my mood. She didn't try to fill the silence with senseless chatter, like some girls would. We slowly reached the room Hermione was being held at. I opened the door to go in I dreaded what I would see. I didn't know what to say to her. How can you tell your best friend, that your other best friend that's her husband is gone. I felt a cold sweat riveting down my back. I glanced in the door way. Ginny was already beside Hermione, holding her hand. "C'mon Potter you can do this." I quietly tried to give myself encouragement. I walked up to Hermione's bedside. I gasped at what I saw. Hermione was stark white. There was angry red scratches' running down her face. There was a bandage winding around the top of her head. She had black and blue smudges underneath her eyes. If it wasn't for the gentle fall, and rise in her chest. I would be thinking I would be looking at a corpse. I felt the lump in my throat grow hard. I tore my eyes off of Hermione and glanced at Ginny. She had streams of tears pouring out of her chocolate brown eyes. I resisted the urge to brush her tears away. I hated to see her in so much pain. Her beautiful face was etched in sorrow. Did I just say beautiful? I shook my head. She was too good for me. I quickly erased the thought as quickly as it came. I quickly fixed my eyes at Hermione again. It was too hard to look at Ginny. She was making me feel stuff I shouldn't feel.
I took Hermione's other hand. It too was covered in bandages, and gauze. "My God, I'm so sorry Mione. I should have protected you better. I shouldn't have you let you be in the final battle. Since I'm the one Voldemort wanted. Well he's gone for good now. I hope there isn't anymore that he or his followers can't haunt us with. I'm just so sorry."
Ginny took her hand, and covered mine. "It isn't your fault Harry. You couldn't stop Hermione from fighting, anymore than you could stop me. You have got to stop blaming yourself."
I oddly felt better as she said that. A part of me told me not to believe her. Another part of me told me that she was telling me the truth. "Thanks Gin, I needed that."
"Anytime you need to talk, you know I'm there for you Harry."
"I know Gin." I glanced back down at Hermione. She had her eyes open.
She shifted her eyes to the water pitcher on her tray. I quickly
poured it for her any gave her some. Hermione took a couple swallows,
and cleared her throat. She opened her mouth to speak. "Where is
Ron?"
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