A/N: ok, so you want me to continue it, so here I am, continuing it. Hope you're happy, and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do Harry Potter whatsoever, nor any rights to the song "Fired" by Ben Folds Five...

She walks into a room.
Because she does it's not the same room
The one she wanted to be in
She says "everywhere I damn! there I am.

and I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away sometimes?
Won't you let me walk away?

Every one of you is fired

I'm just an ordinary guy
And all I want is to be loved - is that so wrong?
Don't think that I don't know what you're saying about me
I hear it all through these thin walls
And I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away this time?
I just want to walk away

Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Every one of you is fired yeah!

I just want to walk away
Won't you let me walk away this time?
'cause I just want to walk away

Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Every one of you is fired
Every one of you is oh oh oh oh
Fired

Harry sat next to her bed in the ward. He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, and the fluttering of her eyelids as she slept fitfully.

Earlier that night, the healers had burst into the room, conjuring a stretcher as they went. In a flash, Ginny had been placed on the stretcher, and they were hurrying her out the door into the Ambulance, for disaperrating can be bad for an ill person. Harry and Mrs. Weasley had been chivvied into the ambulance, and Harry had sat, carved out of stone, the whole ride, while Mrs. Weasley had wrung Ginny's hands, and wept the whole way. Harry felt as if the ride had taken five years, but really it only took about two minutes, and then Ginny was being swept away from him, and he couldn't keep up with her, he was made out of stone, how can a stone move as fast as a dying woman? She was flying fast, and he tried to tell them she was leaving, but he couldn't make him mouth move, and he just crumpled in the hall and sat there until a healer had found him there and led him to Ginny.

And now he sat next to her bed, and he watched her angelic breathing, and he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't come home from work early. Would he have lost her altogether? Would he still? He couldn't answer any of those questions, and he didn't want to, but he couldn't stop from thinking of them, and his thoughts continued to swirl through the night, taking the same, worn-out paths through his brain, making him wish he could lie down next to her and sleep until the light shone into his eyes, waking him and releasing him from this nightmare.

Over and over, he blamed himself for what had happened. How could he not have seen? It was as plain as if it had been written in front of his eyes. What had he been thinking of that had stopped him from seeing what was important? Or was it simply that over and over, he had come home and found her on the couch, alone, asleep, not there, and he wouldn't know what to do, and he was just waiting for her to finally make a move, and now she had, and he wasn't sure if he was sad or not that she had finally taken this last step.

He knew that even as he watched her labored breathing, other people were standing around him, but he hadn't bothered to look up for hours. Now he did, and he took in the concerned, tear-stained face of Hermione, the horror-filled, pale, diminished face of Ron, the sad face of Neville, the calm, yet sorrowful face of Luna. All his friends were there, watching over Ginny with him. Yet he was alone, and they let him be alone, because no one could reach him here, and so they stood on the outside, trying to send messages in to him, but the lines of communication were down, and didn't they understand that stones don't have ears?

A/N: how do you like it?? I know, I know, a little sloppy, but I hope you still like it. And I would really appreciate reviews. In fact, I will not continue until I have three new reviews. Thanks ever so much.........tanna