Remember Me
Okay, here is the next chapter, and lets see if you can figure out what's a bit different from the first! Here we go! Review people, I don't have many for this one and I might have to take it down, but not yet, its only the second chapter! Just review, that's all I'm asking. Plus thanks so much to EVERYONE who reviews, and I want to say a special thanks to goodie2shoe who told her friends to read MY story! Oh, how special I feel! As well, thanks to SpicySugar for mentioning MY review in three shout outs out of around 70 people, no question on how you got so many reviews, your story is so catchy! Any ways…
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, nor anything but the plot of this story and some of the names. Lets see… I don't think there is anything else to say. Oh yeah, I am not J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2 Sick And Worried
Harry
If only he could admit it…
It was over in a second, really. Blood on the floor, a horrified gasp from Ginny and then me by her side, shaking her telling her she would be all right, but she didn't answer. I wasn't even sure if I was telling her the truth. I wasn't sure if she was going to be okay. Ron ran as fast as possible, out of the room to find someone who could help. I just pulled a large piece of glass out of her stomach and used my hands to apply pressure to the bleeding wound. Then Hermoine pulled her up a bit so she wouldn't lie on her back and push the pieces of glass on her back in more.
When I was almost sure that wound would be okay for at least a minute, I carefully pulled out another large piece from her chest, which I had been worried about. I didn't want it stopping her from breathing, and I applied pressure with my hands on her chest as well.
Natalie, realizing we needed help, ran to my left side and started to apply pressure to the other wound I had taken my hands off of.
"I'm really, really sorry." Natalie said in a soft voice. She looked over to Carla who was giggling to herself in a corner. "I really don't like that girl… Her dad is doing a business deal with my dad and…"
I cut her off and shot her an evil glance. "Shut up, will you!" I yelled. "I don't want to hear your bull shit, it's your fault she is almost dead!"
"Harry!" Hermoine said glaring at me. "She is only trying to help, you know."
"Ha!" I gave a short sarcastic laugh. "She has helped enough!"
Natalie just looked down and by that time Dumbledore had ran into the room with Ron directly behind him. He leaned down and picked her up, as her blood ran down his robes.
She was lying there so peacefully, white bandages wrapped tightly around her chest from just under her arms all the way down her belly, as a light white blanket la overtop of her, just at her belly button. She had been washed down from the nurse, but still hadn't awakened yet. Her arms had tiny bandages on them, and her face was clean and only one scratch ran down her right cheek.
Her eyes were loosely closed, like a deep slumber, and her long red hair lay in curly waves around her shoulders and along the side of her face. Ron, Hermoine and I, came to visit her every day for hours while doing our homework, since she had arrived here two weeks ago, and they had just gone to get food. Ron however had been running out of the room as fast as a bullet once in a while, not telling us where he was going, but both Hermoine and I knew. He had gone to the Prefects bathroom to cry a bit. He loved his sister so much.
I sat there admiring her. She looked just like an angel, so soft and delicate. I took my hand and pushed her hair behind her ear slowly. She didn't stir. She didn't move. She just lay there, barely breathing. I bit my lip. I was not going to cry. I was Harry Potter. I could stand against Voldemort, but as soon as someone I knew got hurt, I was going to cry? No way. Not Harry Potter.
Ron and Hermoine came back into the room. Hermoine was just finishing the remains of an orange, and Ron's eyes were looking down at his shoes, as if he was fascinated by something people called, 'The Shoelace'. As they sat down, he became even more intently focused on his shoes.
Hermoine looked sadly over at him as her hand found his, on his lap. She clutched it and squeezed it tightly. Ron looked up at her and gave her a slight grin, but then just looked back down to the ground again. I felt like he was staring at my shoes, so I moved them to the side.
A nurse came in and looked at us with surprise. "You were just the people I was looking for…" She said with uneasiness in her voice. "Ronald Weasley, your sister isn't resting until she gets better. We have just been informed, that Miss Ginny Weasley has fallen into a coma."
Three weeks had passed since that day, and Ron hadn't come out of his bed. Teachers sent work up to his room, even Snape was being kind! I hadn't talked to him much, just every day I asked him if he was feeling okay, or if he was hungry. I would also say goodnight to him too. I hadn't talked much either. I didn't want to see Ron, because every time I looked at him I remembered Ginny.
I didn't need to worry about Ron though. Hermoine had been taking care of him. She would make sure he never would go hungry and bring every meal up to him, making sure he had his favourite food. She would help him with his homework, hand in his projects, and bring him his work. Then she would try to get him to talk as much as possible, and when she thought it was enough talking for the day, she would take out, "Hogwarts: A History" and read him a few chapters. Then she would kiss his forehead and leave to do her own work.
A lot of the guys would complain she was always there, but they never said much of it, because they knew every day Ron was getting a little stronger, and along with Ron, I believed Ginny was too.
It was later that night, and I wanted to see Ginny again. I would go to check on her every so often, wondering if she was making any progress. I would talk to her softly, asking her how her day was, even though I knew she wouldn't answer. Then I would tell her how I was, and about my day. After a while, some other sick students would ask if they could talk to me, and I would talk to them for a little while, relieved someone was actually answering me.
I arrived at the door, and no one but Ginny was in need of care. I walked over to her bed, set a new batch of flowers in her vase and threw out the old ones. Then I sat there quietly and waited. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for, but I sat there and waited very patiently.
"How are you?" I asked her. I waited for an answer, like every day, hoping she would open her eyes and say excellent and then wrap her beautiful arms around me and laugh. I missed her laugh.
"I feel okay… thank you."
I smiled. "No problem." I said. Then I paused straight in my tracks. I turned to her and she was sitting there, her beautiful eyes open, but tired, smiling at me.
I stayed there frozen, and I felt like I was about to go into a coma. "G-Ginny! I-It's… Oh my god, Ginny!" I started to laugh.
"I couldn't wait to hear you laugh again." She said weakly.
She struggled to sit up and I offered to help but she put up a hand, insisting she wanted to do it by herself. She sat up fully and smiled at me. She looked over to the desk beside her and her eyes widened. There were fresh flowers, cards, candies, and balloons. She looked over at me and I raised an eyebrow. She had this happy, giddy, excited, tired, devilish look in her eyes.
She got on her knees and hugged me. Her hug was also a lean of support, and I brought her down into her bed again, as she still clutched to my neck. She pulled me halfway on top of her, and whispered into my ear: "Oh Harry, I'm alive."
She let go of me and my one leg was overtop of her, and my knee resting by her side, my arms lifting me up as I looked down into her brown eyes. Then she smiled and drifted off to sleep, and this time I was certain she would wake up.
I have way more ideas! Wow! They are just flowing into my mind right now! Anyways, lets see… how did you like? Review please! I had such fun writing this chapter! Wait till you see the next chapter! Anyways, lets see… oh yeah, this was my first Ginny and Harry story (when both are main characters) I have ever written, and don't worry, there is more to this story coming up! Gotta go now, so review and the next chapter will be up after a couple of you guys review! Bye for now!
P.S. I was talking about a difference from this chapter to the other, and I hope you noticed that the difference was it changed from Ginny telling the story to Harry telling his point of view. It will be changing throughout the story, and your indication of who is talking is clues from the story (of course) and the second line after the indication of the chapter and its name! J
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