Righty-o Chapter 5 I think. Thanks to all my reviewers, sorry it's been
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Ginny's POV
"Ginny"
"Yes" I groaned. Just five more steps Ginny Weasley and you would have been out the door and off duty, I thought as I turned round and looked at healer McMillan.
"There's been an emergency in curtain five, I know your meant to be off now but we're short of staff seeing as Margaret and Sarah decided to get pregnant at the same time, oh please Ginny just one more thing and you'll be on your way home"
"But please..."
"No, I need help and the other trainee, oh whatshername...oh you know...oh her name escapes me at the moment, is completely hopeless"
"Okay" I huffed as I slunk off to curtain five.
"Okay, what seems to be the problem" I asked impatiently as I drew back the curtain and stepped into the cubicle. When there was no answer I turned round and nearly drowned in a very familiar pair of green eyes.
Harry's' POV
"G,Ginny" I choked out suddenly needing a cold drink.
"er...erm...hi Harry" she started feebly, suddenly extremely interested in the grey tiles that covered the hospitals floor.
"What are you doing here" surprise clearly shown on my face.
"I...ah...work...er...here" She mumbled to the floor.
"Erm... can you help" I said indicating the bawling baby in my arms
"Oh God, sorry" she said as realisation dawned on her face as she saw that it wasn't me that was hurt but James. "This is James, isn't it?"
"Yes" I replied, and then I felt something growing within me.
It was pity. Pity?! Of all the things...yes pity for the young woman standing infront of me. Pity for the fact that she had never held James, never seen him screw up his face when he was about to cry, never seen his smile. That she had missed out on every single minute that I had treasured. The pity that I felt for her balanced out the anger I felt when I thought of the letter and the new born baby I had found early one Saturday morning on my doorstep.
I mentally shock myself from my thoughts to find her gently prying apart the material on his arm with shaky, sweaty hands. When she had got it free, she had to quickly place the bowl underneath his arm to stop the bed from being stained as the blood was flowing quickly.
"It's too deep, I,I need to get the duty nurse to help, can you hold his arm for a moment please"
I decided to cooperate seeing as my kid was bleeding to death.
She turned around and stuck her head out the cubicle to yell at one of the nurses nearby, and a dumpy middle aged woman came into the cubicle.
"Dear God the poor child, ok Ginny pay attention, you point your wand like so" She vaguely waved her wand in the direction of his arm "and say reficio, like so, and there you are much better, but I do believe that he will have to stay the night to be monitored and he will also have to have a blood replenishing charm for the rest of the night".
"Can I stay?" I asked quietly.
"Why if course you can" the healer trilled in a sickly sweet voice, "Ginny find this man somewhere to stay, Ginny, Ginny girl snap out of it" she said snapping her fingers infront of Ginny's face, whose eyes were riveted on the small child in my arms.
"What, oh sorry Healer McMillan, I fazed out a bit there. What did you want me to do?"
"I wanted you to find Mr Potter a place he could stay the night, where he can see the child. And for goodness sake girl as soon as that is done go home and get some rest, I don't want you turning up in the morning in the state you are in at the moment!" reprimanded healer McMillan.
"Yes healer McMillan." she apologized staring at the ground "Would you follow me sir" she mumbled towards me, still staring at the ground. I walked out of the room and watched her shuffle along infront of me, my frustration and irritation growing at every step.
She led me into a small room with a bed in one corner and a cot in the other. I gently lay James in the cot and turned round to say something to her. All I saw was a flash of red hair exiting the room.
"Oy" I yelled and heard a sigh as she took a couple of tentative steps round the door frame, she looked at me questioningly, "What happens now?"
"A..a healer will be round to place the charm on..on the...boy and she will then monitor him for the rest of the night"
"I didn't mean James, I know what's going to happen to him now, I mean what's going to happen now that you've seen him, now that you've seen us?"
"What do you mean?"
She actually looked confused; I couldn't believe the nerve of her. From the outside I looked calm, on the inside I was screaming.
"What do you what do I mean? Ginny you have just seen your son for the first time in 12 months don't you feel anything for him, oh yes I forgot you're a robot you don't know love at all which is why you left me when you found out you were pregnant and why you left James on my doorstep along with the milk at six o'clock on a Saturday morning" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me and so causing the bed, cot and the candles in their holders to rattle and flicker dangerously.
"What's a robot?"
"Don't play dumb with me Ginny, you grew up in a household that knows more about muggles than most wizards put together. And for your information a robot is somebody who doesn't feel anything, who isn't human... somebody like you. By this time she was in tears, but I wasn't complaining, I wanted to hurt her as much as possible.
"I'm so sorry Harry" she cried glancing furtively round at the moving furniture.
"Well sorry isn't good enough, not for me and not for him, one little word will not make up for the pain we have been through. Now get out of my site before my anger really gets the better of me.
She fled from the room, I heard the screech of a trolley as it crashed into a wall and the angry yells which followed it, all chasing after the red head's retreating footsteps. I unclenched my fists as a bemused healer let herself into the cramped room.
Ginny's POV
I ran down the corridor not caring who I bashed into, the only thought I had in my head was that I needed to get out, out and away from Harry and out and away from the small boy with my eyes. I ran to the staff room, grabbed my cloak from my locker and divided out the door. I pushed my way through the queuing patients and shoved myself through the window that lead to outside. Once out I lent against a brick wall and slid to the ground crying, not caring that the muggles were giving me strange looks. After I while I wiped my eyes and stood up, wandered down a side alley and apparated home.
"Where have you been?" Bill greeted me as I appeared in the middle of the room.
"I...I was held back late at work" I sniffed.
"You ok Gin, you look as though you've been crying" asked Bill as he got up to make us both a cup of tea.
"No, I'm fine, it's incredibly windy out and it made my eyes stream, that's all."
"Ok, if that's what you say happened but you know you can tell me the truth when you want, alright?" he said with one eyebrow raised as he handed me my cup and sauntered out the room with his.
I gazed after him with my mouth hanging open, when Ron walked in at exactly the same time as mum entered the kitchen from the lounge. I sat down at the long wooden table, cradling my cup of tea in my hands and buried myself in my thoughts as Ron took a seat opposite me and opened an important looking file and started riffle through it muttering to himself.
Why didn't I say anything? Because you're stupid that's why, you gave up the most beautiful boy in the world because you thought it would impede your healer training and that it would disrupt your social life. But seeing him again just makes me want to cry even more than I have, I hadn't realised out much I missed him. What should I do? Go see him that's the obvious answer. Oh as if that's going to work, he'll bite my head off, not that I don't deserve it though. There you go again Ginny Weasley wallowing in self pity, this isn't about You, this is about the baby. But how do I go about talking to him, how do I start? I know....
My internal battle was interrupted by Ron asking mum a question.
"Mum, has Harry called to day"
I froze, should I say anything and admit that I had seen him, that would really make Ron's day, he's already angry at me, I don't want to make it worse.
"No dear, I thought you had seen him today"
"I had, but he went for a walk with James, and said he would call me as soon as he got back because we needed to get some work done." said Ron with a troubled frown creasing his forehead.
"He's at the hospital" I blurted out.
Silence reined. My mother and Ron stared at me with horrified faces. We stayed in that position for an eternity until Bill wandered in.
"Anybody seen the newspaper?" he asked looking at our faces, "What's wrong?"
As if this was the cue I had been waiting for, I jumped up and sprinted out the kitchen door, Ron hot on my heels.
Downstairs the in the kitchen a stunned Bill stood there with a mug in one hand wondering what the hell he had done.
"Was it something I said?"
He directed towards his mother and had to instantly duck the flying saucepan that was on a course set for his head.
Hope you all like it and sorry it's been so late in coming, I had writers block about how they were going to react to each other. Anyway I was wandering whether anybody would like to be my beta because I'm not very good at the whole grammar thing, if so just e-mail me with ur e-mail address and I will send the chapters to you. Thank you.
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Disclaimer: All J.K's not mine
Enjoy
Ginny's POV
"Ginny"
"Yes" I groaned. Just five more steps Ginny Weasley and you would have been out the door and off duty, I thought as I turned round and looked at healer McMillan.
"There's been an emergency in curtain five, I know your meant to be off now but we're short of staff seeing as Margaret and Sarah decided to get pregnant at the same time, oh please Ginny just one more thing and you'll be on your way home"
"But please..."
"No, I need help and the other trainee, oh whatshername...oh you know...oh her name escapes me at the moment, is completely hopeless"
"Okay" I huffed as I slunk off to curtain five.
"Okay, what seems to be the problem" I asked impatiently as I drew back the curtain and stepped into the cubicle. When there was no answer I turned round and nearly drowned in a very familiar pair of green eyes.
Harry's' POV
"G,Ginny" I choked out suddenly needing a cold drink.
"er...erm...hi Harry" she started feebly, suddenly extremely interested in the grey tiles that covered the hospitals floor.
"What are you doing here" surprise clearly shown on my face.
"I...ah...work...er...here" She mumbled to the floor.
"Erm... can you help" I said indicating the bawling baby in my arms
"Oh God, sorry" she said as realisation dawned on her face as she saw that it wasn't me that was hurt but James. "This is James, isn't it?"
"Yes" I replied, and then I felt something growing within me.
It was pity. Pity?! Of all the things...yes pity for the young woman standing infront of me. Pity for the fact that she had never held James, never seen him screw up his face when he was about to cry, never seen his smile. That she had missed out on every single minute that I had treasured. The pity that I felt for her balanced out the anger I felt when I thought of the letter and the new born baby I had found early one Saturday morning on my doorstep.
I mentally shock myself from my thoughts to find her gently prying apart the material on his arm with shaky, sweaty hands. When she had got it free, she had to quickly place the bowl underneath his arm to stop the bed from being stained as the blood was flowing quickly.
"It's too deep, I,I need to get the duty nurse to help, can you hold his arm for a moment please"
I decided to cooperate seeing as my kid was bleeding to death.
She turned around and stuck her head out the cubicle to yell at one of the nurses nearby, and a dumpy middle aged woman came into the cubicle.
"Dear God the poor child, ok Ginny pay attention, you point your wand like so" She vaguely waved her wand in the direction of his arm "and say reficio, like so, and there you are much better, but I do believe that he will have to stay the night to be monitored and he will also have to have a blood replenishing charm for the rest of the night".
"Can I stay?" I asked quietly.
"Why if course you can" the healer trilled in a sickly sweet voice, "Ginny find this man somewhere to stay, Ginny, Ginny girl snap out of it" she said snapping her fingers infront of Ginny's face, whose eyes were riveted on the small child in my arms.
"What, oh sorry Healer McMillan, I fazed out a bit there. What did you want me to do?"
"I wanted you to find Mr Potter a place he could stay the night, where he can see the child. And for goodness sake girl as soon as that is done go home and get some rest, I don't want you turning up in the morning in the state you are in at the moment!" reprimanded healer McMillan.
"Yes healer McMillan." she apologized staring at the ground "Would you follow me sir" she mumbled towards me, still staring at the ground. I walked out of the room and watched her shuffle along infront of me, my frustration and irritation growing at every step.
She led me into a small room with a bed in one corner and a cot in the other. I gently lay James in the cot and turned round to say something to her. All I saw was a flash of red hair exiting the room.
"Oy" I yelled and heard a sigh as she took a couple of tentative steps round the door frame, she looked at me questioningly, "What happens now?"
"A..a healer will be round to place the charm on..on the...boy and she will then monitor him for the rest of the night"
"I didn't mean James, I know what's going to happen to him now, I mean what's going to happen now that you've seen him, now that you've seen us?"
"What do you mean?"
She actually looked confused; I couldn't believe the nerve of her. From the outside I looked calm, on the inside I was screaming.
"What do you what do I mean? Ginny you have just seen your son for the first time in 12 months don't you feel anything for him, oh yes I forgot you're a robot you don't know love at all which is why you left me when you found out you were pregnant and why you left James on my doorstep along with the milk at six o'clock on a Saturday morning" I shouted, my anger getting the better of me and so causing the bed, cot and the candles in their holders to rattle and flicker dangerously.
"What's a robot?"
"Don't play dumb with me Ginny, you grew up in a household that knows more about muggles than most wizards put together. And for your information a robot is somebody who doesn't feel anything, who isn't human... somebody like you. By this time she was in tears, but I wasn't complaining, I wanted to hurt her as much as possible.
"I'm so sorry Harry" she cried glancing furtively round at the moving furniture.
"Well sorry isn't good enough, not for me and not for him, one little word will not make up for the pain we have been through. Now get out of my site before my anger really gets the better of me.
She fled from the room, I heard the screech of a trolley as it crashed into a wall and the angry yells which followed it, all chasing after the red head's retreating footsteps. I unclenched my fists as a bemused healer let herself into the cramped room.
Ginny's POV
I ran down the corridor not caring who I bashed into, the only thought I had in my head was that I needed to get out, out and away from Harry and out and away from the small boy with my eyes. I ran to the staff room, grabbed my cloak from my locker and divided out the door. I pushed my way through the queuing patients and shoved myself through the window that lead to outside. Once out I lent against a brick wall and slid to the ground crying, not caring that the muggles were giving me strange looks. After I while I wiped my eyes and stood up, wandered down a side alley and apparated home.
"Where have you been?" Bill greeted me as I appeared in the middle of the room.
"I...I was held back late at work" I sniffed.
"You ok Gin, you look as though you've been crying" asked Bill as he got up to make us both a cup of tea.
"No, I'm fine, it's incredibly windy out and it made my eyes stream, that's all."
"Ok, if that's what you say happened but you know you can tell me the truth when you want, alright?" he said with one eyebrow raised as he handed me my cup and sauntered out the room with his.
I gazed after him with my mouth hanging open, when Ron walked in at exactly the same time as mum entered the kitchen from the lounge. I sat down at the long wooden table, cradling my cup of tea in my hands and buried myself in my thoughts as Ron took a seat opposite me and opened an important looking file and started riffle through it muttering to himself.
Why didn't I say anything? Because you're stupid that's why, you gave up the most beautiful boy in the world because you thought it would impede your healer training and that it would disrupt your social life. But seeing him again just makes me want to cry even more than I have, I hadn't realised out much I missed him. What should I do? Go see him that's the obvious answer. Oh as if that's going to work, he'll bite my head off, not that I don't deserve it though. There you go again Ginny Weasley wallowing in self pity, this isn't about You, this is about the baby. But how do I go about talking to him, how do I start? I know....
My internal battle was interrupted by Ron asking mum a question.
"Mum, has Harry called to day"
I froze, should I say anything and admit that I had seen him, that would really make Ron's day, he's already angry at me, I don't want to make it worse.
"No dear, I thought you had seen him today"
"I had, but he went for a walk with James, and said he would call me as soon as he got back because we needed to get some work done." said Ron with a troubled frown creasing his forehead.
"He's at the hospital" I blurted out.
Silence reined. My mother and Ron stared at me with horrified faces. We stayed in that position for an eternity until Bill wandered in.
"Anybody seen the newspaper?" he asked looking at our faces, "What's wrong?"
As if this was the cue I had been waiting for, I jumped up and sprinted out the kitchen door, Ron hot on my heels.
Downstairs the in the kitchen a stunned Bill stood there with a mug in one hand wondering what the hell he had done.
"Was it something I said?"
He directed towards his mother and had to instantly duck the flying saucepan that was on a course set for his head.
Hope you all like it and sorry it's been so late in coming, I had writers block about how they were going to react to each other. Anyway I was wandering whether anybody would like to be my beta because I'm not very good at the whole grammar thing, if so just e-mail me with ur e-mail address and I will send the chapters to you. Thank you.
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