His head bolted up at my voice
"Gin..."
"Oh god Harry!" I rushed over to him and hugged him tightly "Thank god you're alright,"
"Oh gin...I love you so much...,"
I nuzzled into his chest and climbed up onto the bed beside him.
"I'm never letting you go again...,"
"Me either!" I whispered
We sat like that until he asked the inevitable question.
"Where's the twins..,"

I cried more tears that I didn't know I was holding in while I told him what had happened. Harry's eyes burnt with anger as he finally found out.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry I didn't stop them,"
Harry pulled me closer to him and lay down, lifting my head to his neck. I nuzzled into it for comfort as he whispered;
"Its not your fault...,"
"I love you so much,"
"I love you too," he smiled and rested his head on mine.
He held me so tightly, as if I would disappear.

In the coming days, Harry grew slowly stronger. He was able to move his arms and transport himself around in a wheelchair now. We would sit for hours and just talk. I was waiting for the right time to ask him about Voldemort. I knew now, since he still wouldn't talk to the nurses, that it must be bad. For a few days he'd been in a coma, before I came to see him. Now I told the nurses about him and soon he began talking to them a little.
He wouldn't say much just, fine, yes, no, thank you, please. Just general things like that. I was grateful for him being ok; I could now talk to him instead of crying myself to sleep at night

Three weeks had passed and finally we could take Harry home. I'd lost most of my summer to the hospital but I didn't care. My Harry was coming home. He was going to come live at the burrow with us.
Harry walked slowly, slightly shuffling his feet. He kept one arm around me for support.
Ron got out of the ministry car which was coming to get us with Hermione.
"Hey guys," Harry smiled weakly
"Hey Bud," smiled Ron, his eyes looking so tired and old. In the moment that his eyes met Harry's, I saw how much older my brother looked. He was now 18 years old and he looked so much older than my Harry despite the fact that they were the same.
"Hey Harry," Hermione smiled, her eyes full of excitement. She had missed Harry.
We all climbed into the back of the car. Ron, Harry, Me and Hermione. When the car started moving Ron turned to Harry.
"We missed you," he whispered
"I know...I missed you guys too,"
In the second that their eyes met again, Harry launched himself at Ron and held him tightly. Ron clutched Harry as tightly, tears rolling down his face. The last months had been hard on my brother. He'd thought he'd lost his best friend and now he was back.
"Don't you ever do that again Harry...These last eighteen years we've nearly lost you enough. Each time to Voldemort. I don't want to lose my best friend now, not when he's got away."
Ron voice was quivering, he was all choked up.
"I know Ron...I'm sorry how much I've put you through," whispered Harry as he let go of Ron "But...I can't promise it wont happen again. Because I didn't get him. I am going to have to face up to him sooner or later. Whether it is tomorrow, or in ten years."
"We know that Harry," Hermione chipped in "But we just don't want to lose you."
"I know Hermi," He smiled.
A tear rolled down Hermione's cheek and Harry climbed over to her.
He put his arms around her and held her tightly, as she cried in his arms.
It'd been hard on Hermione. We all knew she loved Harry like a brother and she was always so afraid of losing someone she loved like that. After her Dad died in sixth year, she was so protective of Harry, Ron and me. We all got tightly knitted together.
We let Hermione cry out her tears and then Harry turned to me.
"Well Gin, Do you have anything to say to me now?" he smiled
"No," I whispered "Only that I love you. I've already cried my tears and held you in my arms and all that stuff. I'm just glad your home."
"Me too," he whispered as he pulled me into his lap.
I nuzzled into his chest and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent while listening to his heart beat slowing alongside mine.

I was laid in the bath a week later. Harry was taking another nap, Ron was helping Mum and the rest of the family de-knome the garden, and Hermione was sorting out some marking.
I was relaxing in the bubbles when I heard a creaking sound. I dismissed it as the window or the door and relaxed. I lowered myself under the water and that was when I heard the plop. I bolted out of the water.
The water was rippling around the plug hole area. Nervously, I put my hand into the water and felt something soft.
I gulped and took hold of the thing in two hands and lifted it out of the water.
I screamed staring at it. Two big eyes stared back at me.