Night Time Chapter 7

"And how is everyone out there today? It's a great day for an excellent game of Quidditch. We have the champion Cannons…" A loud roar swept through the crowd. "And the soon to be losers…the Falcons. And here come the Falcons, we have Zalen, Ryan, Kalamar, Fiske, Riser, Nebel and captain Flint. And the falcons begin their warm up!"

The Cannons were still in the locker room. Several members were pacing including Ginny.

"Well, Ginny. Come on. Come on. You always know where he is…NO where is he!" the normally reserved beater Dylan Nikols yelled.

Ginny jumped at his outburst but then glared at him. "Like it's my bloody fault." The rest of the team remained quiet. There was 30 minutes until game time and they had no captain.

"How's my team today? Ready to kick some Falcon arse?"

They all turned towards the voice. There were many outcries, most obscene. Ginny's eyes flashed as she stomped to Harry and grabbed him by the arm. She pulled him out the door to the corridor.

"Where in the name of Merlin have you been!" she hissed. Harry looked bewildered. "I told you I had some errands to run before I got here."

"Harry we have less than 30 minutes to game time. And we haven't even warmed up yet!"

"What! Why haven't you?"

Ginny threw her hands up in frustration and spat sarcastically, "Oh yeah. We're going to fly out there without a captain. Sure."

"Okay okay, come on. I have to change and then we have to get out there."

They returned to the locker room and Harry quickly pulled on his gear and robes. "Come on team. Let's go."

Harry stopped Ginny gently as the others mounted their brooms and kicked off. "Sorry," he whispered and kissed her quickly. He smiled and they joined their unknowing teammates for warm up.

"And here are out Cannons. We have Nikols, Taylor, Ember, Carter, Raven…Well we almost have our team…Ah here comes the other two. We have Miss Ginny Weasley and our captain…HARRY POTTER!" The crowd screamed when the team entered the pitch but the scream level doubled when Ginny and Harry entered the pitch.

"Almost got worried there. I thought Weasley had unleashed her temper on poor Potter. Glad to see he's still with us."

Harry laughed at that. He and Ginny flew by the commentator's box. Harry smirked at the man as Ginny glared and called out, "I'll tell you who's going to face the wrath of the Weasley temper, Jordan!" The old Hogwarts commentator, Lee Jordan, grinned cheekily.

"And here comes our ref. The players land…the snitch and bludgers are released and…there's the whistle. Weasley takes the quaffle. Watch that bludger Ginny!"

Ginny rolled over, narrowly avoiding being hit. Just as she righted herself, Nebel appeared in front of her abruptly. Ginny squeaked as she was flung over the front of her broom handle, hanging by one hand. Nebel snarled and took the quaffle from her other hand. Instead of flying off, Nebel stopped to sneer at her. But he waited a moment to long. Ginny grasped her broom with her newly freed hand and swung her body. Before Nebel knew it, Ginny's left foot had come up and kicked the quaffle, sending the ball flying from his grasp and into the waiting arms of Natalie.

Ginny swung herself onto her broom and smirked at Nebel.

"And a nice move there by Weasley. Put that Nebel in his place she did. Raven now in possession, back to Weasley, to Carter, Weasl…Score! 10-0 Cannons!" Lee cheered.

The game continued, getting dirtier every moment. Several time outs were called to revive team members.

Seven and a half-hour later Harry and the Falcon's seeker Zalen fell into vertical dives. Nearing the ground Zalen began to slow her broom down. Harry grinned inwardly. She was scared. Harry urged his broom more. The snitch was hovering inches from the ground. Harry pulled up and grabbed at the same time, his hand closing around the snitch.

The crowd's cheers were instantaneous. Harry was famous for his diving catches. He wasn't scared to push the limits of gravity. He pulled up and shot high into the air, one arm raised above his head holding the snitch.

"Umph!" The wind was knocked out of him as twin forces hit him from opposite sides. Crying, Natalie and Kiera clung to him screaming, "We're in the running. We're in the running."

The two let go as the others arrived. Harry's eyes searched for Ginny and found her hovering feet from the group, smiling broadly. Harry grinned back at her and looked to the others.

Harry's grin disappeared when he hears a sickening thump. He looked up in time to see Ginny slip off her broom and fall towards the ground. A ways behind where she had sat was a sneering Kalamar, holding a beater's bat.

Harry broke free of the unknowing group and plummeted. He pushed his broom to new limits.

Urging for more, he had a burst of speed. Feet before the ground he reached her body and grabbed her. But there was no hope of pulling out of the dive, especially with added weight.

Harry pulled up the best he could, only to slowly slightly. As he pulled up e turned his body so he would hit the ground first.

The broom hit tail first and snapped. Harry's back hit one splintered end and the wood pierced his shoulder, running straight through. The last thing Harry felt was the broom handle running through his shoulder and hitting the ground holding an unconscious Ginny. Then he too lapsed into unconsciousness.

Harry heard voices. Several. But he couldn't open his eyes, his eyelids were too heavy.

"Why didn't they tell us? Come on."

"They didn't want everyone to know. They only told us a few weeks ago."

Harry groaned. The voices stopped and he heard footsteps.

"Don't move mate…Don't!" Ron put a hand on Harry's chest to stop him from moving. "Harry. You're not healed yet. You're going to make it worse."

Harry opened his eyes and glared slightly at Ron but stopped moving defeated, "Ginny?"

"She hasn't woke up yet. That bludger hit her head pretty hard. How do you feel?"

"Like hell." Natalie cut Ron off before he could respond, "Well I'm not supposed with the fall you had."

Hermione spoke up, Harry noticed her for the first time, and "You're lucky Harry. Damn lucky. What were you thinking diving like that?"

"I was thinking that I had to get between Ginny and the ground."

"Well you succeeded. You also managed to nearly kill yourself by taking the fall…Your broomstick. Gone! But here…here is half of it." Hermione threw her hands up and then stooped to pick up what was left of Harry's beloved broom. "And do you know what that is on it Harry?…Your blood. Your blood from when it went through your shoulder. Not to mention your shoulder is broken. And several ribs too, from where Ginny landed." Hermione stopped her rant to breathe.

Harry only stared open jawed at the remains of his broom. But he quickly turned to her at Ginny's name. "Ginny. How is she? What's wrong with her?"

"Like we told you. She hasn't woke up yet. She has a skull fracture, several broken ribs and her elbow. She will be just fine. It's you they are worried about. You lost a lot of blood Harry. You…You almost didn't make it." Hermione's voice trailed off, softening slightly.

"But I'm okay not. I don't hurt to bad."

"You don't even know the pain potions you are on mate." Ron stepped in.

"Harry…" Kiera spoke up but Harry stopped her. "Where are the others?" Kiera answered him "All the Weasley's and the guys are with Ginny. Harry…You little…secret…gave us quite a shock. We always knew something was up but we didn't expect this."

"How did you find out?"

Natalie explained, "The spell you use to hide it. It wears off after a day or so." Harry nodded. "Plus when the mediwizard was talking." She smiled

The door opened and the medi-wizard and nurse walked in. Dr. Rivers smiled when he saw Harry awake, 'About time you decided to get up. Now you haven't been moving have you? We haven't healed your shoulder yet."

A nurse stuck her head through the door and called to the doctor to come to a different room. Rivers left, instructing the nurse to get Harry ready.

The nurse, Rhea, spoke, "Okay, you four are going to have to leave. You know the drill. Mr. Potter will need privacy."

"But Rhea!" Ron whined, "Aren't we hear enough to be certified for this?" Everyone laughed, even Rhea.

"I don't want to hear it Ron. Now Go! Go see Ginny or something. Go get something to eat. I don't care just go!" She was pushing him to the door with every word.

Once she got them out the door, she turned back to Harry. "Harry. We're going to have to get you your own suite here. You never seem to want to leave. You are always here."

Harry laughed, "I missed you too, Rhea."

"You know what to do but you're going to need help this time. You don't need to move your left arm at all. Let me set you up and we have to get your shirt off you."

Together they managed to remove his shirt without disturbing his shoulder. Then Rhea removed the bandages over the wound.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight of it. His skin was a sickly color and the hole caused by the broom handle remained unhealed. He looked at Rhea questioningly.

"You lost too much blood dear. They couldn't risk healing you until they stopped the bleeding and got more blood in you."

Once Dr. Rivers came back he cast a healing charm over Harry's ribs to heal them. Next he moved to Harry's arm to heal the bones. That was a slower process but the hardest was the puncture wound. With the intricacy, the healing of the wounds took two painful hours.

Once it was done Dr. Rivers moved Harry's arm to check that it was healed properly. "Now it is still going to be tender for the next couple of weeks. You can leave in the morning. By the way great save. Both the snitch and Ginny. I was there."

"Ginny?" Harry questioned.

"Ginny is healed and fine. As soon as she wakes up she is free to go. Go on and visit her, I know you will anyway." Dr. Rivers spoke smiling. He knew Harry would find Ginny paying no mind to him.

Harry thanked Dr. Rivers and changed rather stiffly. Once her found her room and went through the door he saw Mrs. Weasley rushing him. George stepped in her way, "Mum, as much I love picking on Harry. I don't think he could stand one of your hugs. They just finished healing him. I went to check on them and Rhea told me." He explained how he knew that information to Harry.

Mrs. Weasley stopped and gingerly hugged Harry whispering, "Thank You Harry."

Harry's eyes finally landed on Ginny. Seeing that she was okay his eyes drifted to the others. Bill and Charlie weren't there. Nor were any children. The team had all went home.

Harry seated himself next to Ginny's bed and took her hand. Sometime he must have fell asleep, when he awoke the Weasleys were gone. What woke him up? Then he felt her hand squeeze his.

"Gin. How do you feel?"
"Okay. I've been better."
"How long have you been awake?"
"A while. You looked tired. Are you okay?"
"Fine…Are you?"
"Well…I'll live…only I think I got ran over by a rampaging hippogriff."

Harry chuckled, "No just a rampaging bludger. Kalamar didn't like losing."

Ginny smiled, "We won. We really did." Harry nodded.

"Let me go get Dr. Rivers so we can go home." Harry stood up slowly. Ginny stopped him when she saw his slow well thought about movement. She knew, "You caught me didn't you? When I fell of my broom. You saved me."

"Well I didn't actually catch you. I sort of just broke you fall…I didn't pull up quick enough.'

Ginny's eyes widened. She knew the force they hit the ground should have hurt her a lot more. A nurse had come in earlier, telling her what her injuries were. "Harry? What did you do? Broke my fall how?"

He shrugged, "I got between you and the ground."

Ginny paled but Harry continued, "We're both okay. That's what matters. I'm going for Dr. Rivers."

Ginny watched as harry started for the door. He stopped and turned once he reached it. "By the way. They know." With that he was out the door.

'They know? Know what?' Ginny pondered his statement for several minutes before the blood drained from her face, "OH god they know," she moaned.

Harry returned with Dr. Rivers. Once Rivers examined Ginny he told her she was free to leave. Adding jokingly that he would see them in a few weeks and that he would try to get their rooms reserved for them. (Harry or Ginny one was injured frequently during Quidditch.)

While Harry was flooing all the Weasley's, Ginny took her chance to ask Dr. Rivers about Harry.

"What was wrong with him?"
"Ginny, Harry won't…"
"Thomas…Tell me. Please?"

"Ginny…huh…okay. Gin, he was worse than you were. Harry took the full force of the hit. He broke some ribs and his shoulder. But…those were the minor injuries. When you hit the ground Harry's broom snapped and one end went through his shoulder. I've healed it but it is very weak. Ginny you have to make him take it easy. He could easily re injure it. Harry himself is not very strong. He lost a lot of blood…almost too much."

"What do you mean almost too much."
"Ginny…we almost lost him. The wound from the broom handle severed an artery. Watch him."
Ginny nodded and the two left to find harry.

(They were in the hospital for 5 days, unconscious.)

Once Ginny and harry had made it home they grabbed the owl post from the previous 5 days and gingerly curled up in their hammock on the balcony on the back of their flat.

The two sat in silence reading their letters and the papers.

Ginny grabbed one paper and unfolded it. She sat up suddenly and groaned in pain, choking on the butterbeer she had just took a drink of. Harry looked at her curiously.

"Look at this! Damn it! Look! Shit! What are we supposed to do now?"

Harry curiously took the paper from her hands and watch Ginny bury her head in her hands.

He opened the paper, his eyes focused instantly on one headline and he paled. "Son of a Bitch," he muttered.

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