Chapter 9: Ginny's Sickness

Harry saw the weakness in Ginny's eyes and he managed to grab her before she hit the cold, hard floor.

Ron and Hermione jumped up the minute she started to fall. "Quick, Harry, get her to the couch," Hermione instructed. He obeyed her and the others followed. Harry laid Ginny down just as she was starting to stir.

"Umm, Harry?" she wasn't sure that it was her husband standing above her or not.

"I'm here, baby," she heard his reply and knew for sure that it was him. Harry reached up and stroked her lovely red hair, as her eyes fluttered open. "Hey, beautiful. You gave us a scare there for a minute." He gave her a sweet smile and kissed her forehead. As he pulled back she returned his smile with a small one.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said, as she tried to push herself up.

"No, Ginny stay lying down," Hermione said, she stood to the right of Ginny's head. "You might get dizzy again."

"Who was the phone?" Ron asked.

Ginny sighed, "It was the hospital."

"What did they want?" Hermione inquired.

"They received the test results," Ginny told them. She paused, debating on whether or not to tell them what the doctors had found. She decided that they might as well know, they were going to find out sooner or later, and sooner was better than later, right? "The doctors think I have a condition called, leukemia." Harry and Hermione faces paled when she was finished. Ron however looked confused.

"Leukemia? What's that?" he asked. Ginny and Harry gave him a look.

"Ron, it's a form of cancer," Hermione said, quietly. Her head down and her eyes fixed on the floor.

As soon as the words came out of Hermione's mouth, Ron was sorry that he had asked.

"How do they treat it?" Harry asked.

Hermione sighed, "the same way as with other types of cancer: chemotherapy."

"Can it be cured?" Ginny wanted to know.

"Well, in a way it could," Hermione said, "what happens is it goes into remission. When it does it could stay like that for years, even the rest of your life. But you must remember that there's always a chance that it could come back." The others were silent as she spoke. Just as she was finishing the phone rang again. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed it off of the wall. "Hello?"

"Yes, I was just talking to Mrs. Potter before she hung up the phone on me," the woman from the hospital said. "Is she alright?"

"She's fine, now," Hermione replied. Ron joined her in the kitchen.

"Who is it?" he mouthed sitting down in the chair in front of her.

"The hospital," Hermione mouthed back.

"That's good to hear, considering her condition," the woman said, drawing Hermione's attention back to the phone. "Anyway, what I was really calling back for is, we need to speak to her immediately about treatment options."

"Ok," Hermione said, not really liking the idea of Ginny getting her chemotherapy from a muggle hospital.

"Is she able to come to the phone to discuss it?"

"She's resting at the moment. I can get her husband to come to the phone if you wish to talk to him."

"No, that's fine. I can call back later. Thank you." The woman hung up the phone before Hermione could say anything farther.

"What did they want?" Ron asked, Harry entered the room behind him.

"They're going to call back later to discuss treatment options with Ginny. There's one thing I'm worried about, though," Hermione told them. "Because she's a witch, her body is going to react differently to the chemo. She won't loose her hair, but she will get weak and tried all the time. It might even make her sick."

"But that happens with muggles too," Harry said.

"Yes, but it'll be much more serious with her. Instead of making her sick for a few hours, it'll last for days," Hermione said, sadly.

"What do you think we should do then?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. And the fact that she's pregnant changes things too. Maybe she should see some healers at the local Wizard's hospital. They might be able to give you better answers than me."

"So, you don't think that we should talk to the muggle doctors?" Harry asked.

"No, not until we've seen the healers."

"Ok."

"Where's Ginny?" Hermione asked, seeing that she was no longer on the couch.

"She's sleeping up in our room," Harry replied.

"Well, I've got to get to work," Hermione said, looking at the clock; it was almost noon. "I'll see you guys later." She went to the door, grabbed her car keys and headed out.

"Now, what?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head.

"I'll make us some lunch," Harry said and went to the fridge. "Maybe you should make those dinner reservations before it's too late."

"Right. Did Hermione say what time her shift is done at the hospital?" Ron said, reaching for the phone.

"No, but she be home by six."

"Ok." Ron dialed the restaurant's number and made a reservation for seven o'clock that evening, before sitting down for lunch with Harry.

A/N: Wow! This week has been really busy for me! I unfortunately don't know if I can get the next chapter up this week, cause my after school time is almost all taken away with my Drama class rehearsals. But luckily we start performances next week and I should have time to write the next chapter then. Anyway, I really should be memorizing lines so I'm gonna shut up now, so you can review this chapter!

P.S. Chapter 10 preview: Dinner with R/Hr, What happens when he proposes, Will she accept? And possibly an appearance from a Death Eater.