Chapter 1

Ginny woke up to hear her alarm going off at six o'clock am just like every other day. She slowly rose and got out of bed. After stretching, she left her room and proceeded to the bathroom to shower. As she left her room, she bumped into a sleepy-eyed Ron.

Rubbing his eyes Ron said, "Bloody hell Ginny. Do you have to wake up at 6:00? It's Sunday for Merlin's sake."

Ginny rushed by him, "Sorry Ron. Just go back to bed."

Ron mumbled, "Hermione might stop by at lunch to see him," and walked back to his room.

After her shower, Ginny headed back to her room and got dressed. Today being Sunday meant Ginny had to buy flowers. That meant a trip to muggle London to her favorite florist shop. Since the weather was getting cooler, Ginny pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater from her dresser and got dressed. She sat down at her makeup vanity and applied some light makeup. Ginny made no attempt to cover up the small group of freckles on her nose. She knew he loved them. She kept her hair down but pinned her bangs up, out of her face. Before leaving her room for breakfast, Ginny looked at herself in the mirror. The jeans were a dark blue and fit on the tighter side. Her sweater was a deep red, mock turtleneck that reached just past her waist. Ginny paired her outfit with a pair of comfortable flats for the walk. She smiled at her reflection as she packed her bag with a couple of books and a small gift box with a bow around it. She had picked up the gift the last time she was in Diagon Alley. As soon as Ginny saw the silver bracelet, she fell in love with it. Ginny did extra chores around the house and saved for a couple of weeks to buy it. It wasn't an expensive piece but that wasn't the point. Once she was able to afford it Ginny was so ecstatic, she showed it to everybody in the family. She opened the box one last time before putting it into her bag and smiled.

He's going to love it!

Ginny walked into the kitchen to see her parents sitting at the table. Her father was reading the Daily Prophet while her mother was flipping through the latest issue of Witch Weekly.

Arthur folded up the paper and saw his youngest child, "Good morning Ginny. You look nice today."

Ginny walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Good morning Dad. Thank you."

Molly got up and started fixing Ginny a plate of eggs and sausages, "Good morning Dear. How are you?"

Ginny fixed herself a cup of tea and sat down, "Good morning Mum. I'm doing good."

Molly placed Ginny's breakfast down in front of her, "Today's Sunday. Flowers today? You be sure to give him our best."

Ginny smiled, "Yes, it is. I will Mum. Dad, are you finished with today's Prophet?" Arthur smiled and handed it over to Ginny to tuck into her bag.

After Ginny finished her breakfast, she said goodbye to her parents, and left the house. She walked past the wards of the Burrow towards the gravel road that led to the Weasley home. Once Ginny got to the gravel road, she pulled out her wand and raised it into the air. In the distance she could see the all too familiar triple decker purple Knight Bus. Once it came to a stop and the door opened Ginny saw the smile of the conductor, Steven.

Steven continued to smile, "Good morning Miss Weasley. Leaky Cauldron this morning?"

Ginny paid her 11 sickles to Steven, "Good morning. Yes please."

Steven gave Ginny her receipt, "Leaky Cauldron it is. Take it away!"

Ginny sat down behind the driver as she did every day. Sure, she could have apparated or taken the floo network, but Ginny liked taking the Knight Bus. She liked the ride. It gave her a chance to see the countryside and to think. Ginny stared out the window as the Knight Bus cruised along the road avoiding muggle cars and people.

After a couple of stops, Steven walked by Ginny, "Your stop is next Miss Weasley."

Ginny smiled as she gathered her things, "Thank you."

The Knight Bus came to a stop outside the Leakey Cauldron. Ginny stood up to disembark when Steven told her, "Have a good day Miss Weasley. Be sure to give him our best."

Ginny smiled, "Thank you. I will."

She stepped out into the slightly chilly morning air. A sweater was a clever idea today. The days were getting shorter. Autumn was right around the corner. Ginny loved this time of year. The colors of the leaves would start changing soon and she would hear the familiar crunch of them beneath her feet as she walked. Ginny decided to get a hot tea to sip while she walked to the florist shop. She walked into the pub and saw Tom the barman wiping glasses clean.

Tom smiled as Ginny walked up to the bar, "Good morning Miss Weasley. What can I get for you?"

Ginny rummaged in her bag for some coins, "Good morning Tom. Just a hot tea to go please."

Tom flicked his wand and gave Ginny her tea, "Here you go. No charge today."

Ginny smiled, "Thank you Tom. Have a good day."

Tom waved to her, "You too. Give him my best ok?"

Ginny turned to leave, "I will."

As she walked down the street to her favorite florist shop, Ginny sipped her tea and watched the few other people out this early Sunday morning. There were people going to bakeries to get fresh bread and pastries while other people were stopping to get today's paper at newsstands. She just sipped her tea and enjoyed the walk. Ginny did this walk every day and she enjoyed it. Most people didn't understand why she did this, but she knew she was making a difference. Ginny made this trek every day, no matter the weather. It was important to her. As Ginny walked, she remembered all the good times. All the smiles, all the dinners, all the late-night talks, and all the kisses. It always made her smile when she remembered those times. As she rounded the next corner, Ginny saw the florist shop and that always put a little spring in her step.

When Ginny walked into the muggle shop, she heard a bell chime. The décor was simple and clean looking. The walls were painted off white with a pastel green trim. Over in one corner was a cash register with a large sign above it that displayed prices and a doorway that led to the back of the shop. Ginny looked around at the different bouquets while she waited to be helped. She inhaled deeply all the smells around her. Being here always brought a sense of calmness to Ginny. It wasn't just the smell of all the flowers that calmed her, it was also the staff. The two women who owned and worked at the shop were friendly and kind. They always had what Ginny was looking for and charged a fair price.

After a few moments, a woman came from the back. She looked about middle aged and had a slim build. Her long hair was chestnut brown and tied back in a ponytail and she wore a green apron.

The woman wiped her hands on her apron, "Sorry to keep you waiting." When the woman saw it was Ginny she smiled, "Is it Sunday already? How are you?"

Ginny chuckled, "It is. How's business this week Ava?"

Ava smiled, "Not bad. Things are slowing down a little. It's the time of year, but more importantly How are you Miss Weasley?"

Ginny smiled, "I'm doing ok. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Ave nodded, "No news is good news then. Shall I get your usual bouquet?"

Ginny nodded, "Yes please."

While Ava prepared Ginny's bouquet of lilies, roses, and baby's breath, Ginny walked around the shop and just took in the sights and smells. She did love the smell of the shop.

Once the bouquet was ready Ava rang it up, "That'll be 25 pounds."

Ginny grabbed her wallet and dug out the small stash of muggle money she had. Harry had taught her about muggle money. He taught her so she wouldn't look foolish or feel embarrassed if she were shopping in muggle London alone.

Ginny handed Ava the money, "Thank you. See you next week." Ava smiled.

Ginny left the shop and continued walking to her destination. As she walked, she finished her tea and discarded the empty cup in a rubbish bin. Before long Ginny arrived at the deserted Purge and Dowse, Ltd department store that was the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Ginny walked through the magical barrier and entered the main lobby of the hospital. She walked over to the reception witch. The witch handed Ginny a piece of parchment on a clipboard, "Good morning Miss Weasley."

Ginny signed herself in, "Good morning."

The witch handed her a visitor's badge, "You give him our best."

Ginny smiled as she clipped the badge on her sweater, "I will. Thank you."

Ginny left the lobby and headed for the lifts, a path she knew all too well. She knew her way around St. Mungo's so well Ginny could walk around blindfolded and still know where she was. She got off at the correct floor and entered the private ward. Ginny stopped at the healer's station to say hello.

The head healer smiled, "Good morning Miss Weasley."

Ginny nodded, "Good morning Healer Jones. Is he awake?"

Healer Jones was an older man with greying hair. He wasn't overly tall or very slim. He reminded Ginny of somebody's grandfather. Overall, he was a nice man who did care for his patients.

Healer Jones hung his head, "He was awake for a minute or two last night after you left but he hasn't been up sense. He didn't say anything or do anything as far as we know. His exams showed nothing had changed."

Ginny nodded, "Well, that's better than nothing. Any luck with his treatment?"

Healer Jones shook his head, "I'm sorry Miss Weasley. We've never experienced anything like this before. All we know is the spell wasn't designed to kill him. We're doing everything we can."

Ginny smiled slightly and patted the man's hand, "I know. Thank you."

Ginny genuinely liked Healer Jones. When he said that everything was being done, he meant it. She left the station and proceeded down the hall to the last room on the right. As Ginny walked down the hall other hospital staff members waved or said hello. She smiled to them all as she continued to her destination. Once she reached the correct room, Ginny took a deep breath and smoothed out the front of her sweater. She opened the door and walked in.

Ginny closed the door behind her, "Good morning Harry!" Harry was lying in his bed, eyes closed. At the sound of Ginny's voice, he didn't move. Ginny walked over to him and lightly kissed his forehead, "How are you this morning?"

Ginny walked over to a table where there was a vase of flowers. She removed the flowers from the vase and replaced them with the new bouquet. Ginny took a deep breath and let the scent of the flowers fill her head while she turned on the wireless and found a music station. "There. That's better." Ginny discarded the old bouquet in the bin.

Harry's room was a standard private hospital room. The walls were painted white with a couple of windows overlooking London. There was Harry's bed, a couple of chairs, and a table. The room even had its own bathroom. Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt even managed to persuaded St. Mungo's to put a muggle television in the room. The only sounds in the room right now were the magical monitoring devices that showed Harry's health and soft music. The only movement in the room was the slight rise and fall of Harry's chest as he slept. Harry had been here for six weeks. Through a special court order from the Wizengamot, Ginny was put in charge of all of Harry's affairs and medical care. She was also granted access to his vault at Gringotts. The Ministry paid for all of Harry's medical care given the fact he was injured while on the job, and they spared no expense. He was Harry Potter after all. He had a dedicated staff to monitor him and take care of him.

Ginny pulled up a chair next to Harry's bed and set her bag on the floor next to it. She moved some stray hairs out of his face before she sat down. Ginny reached down into her bag and pulled out today's Daily Prophet.

"Healer Jones said you were awake for a few minutes after I left last night. That's good news. I got a new book to read today. I found it in a used bookstore in muggle London. It's called The Catcher in the Rye. It's an American muggle book so I hope we understand it. Everybody sends you their best. The book can wait though. It's starting to get chilly now. Autumn is right around the corner." Ginny unfolded the paper, "Let's see what the news has to say, shall we?" Ginny started reading the front page aloud to Harry as he slept.

After a few minutes, Ginny heard a knock at the door. Ginny called out, "Come in."

A young woman walked in, "Good morning Miss Weasley. How are you today."

Ginny smiled at the young woman, "I'm good Maggie. How are you?"

Maggie was a new member of Harry's healer team. She was a petite woman that was pretty by most standards. She had black hair cut short and bright eyes. Maggie was fresh out of her healer training, but she was a bright and clever witch. The best thing about Maggie was her bedside manner. She treated Harry with kindness and respect. She spoke to him as she did her examinations and ran her tests as if he were wide awake. Maggie also paid attention to the little things. She made sure his linens were changed every other day and that Harry was as comfortable as she could make him.

Maggie walked over to Harry, "I'm doing ok. How are you today Mr. Potter? I just have to take your vital signs and do a quick examination. Healer Jones told me you were awake for a few minutes last night. That's good news, Mr. Potter. You keep that up and we'll be able to discharge you." Maggie proceeded with her examination.

After Maggie was finished, she told Ginny, "Everything is normal Miss Weasley. I'll be back later."

Ginny smiled, "Thank you."

Maggie left the room and Ginny continued reading the paper aloud to Harry. After Ginny finished with the top stories, she folded up the paper and placed it back in her bag. "That's enough of that." She reached to Harry and took his hand and just let her mind wander…

Ginny was sitting at her makeup vanity doing her hair. She was meeting Harry in an hour for dinner. Ginny heard a knock at the door, "Ginny, can I come in?"

Ginny stood up, "Yes Mum."

Molly walked into the room with a long face, "Dear, I have some bad news."

Ginny put down her hairbrush, "What's wrong Mum?"

Tears started to glisten in Molly's eyes, "It's Harry Dear. He's been hurt."

Ginny always knew that there was a possibility that Harry could get hurt being an auror, but it still came as a surprise, "Harry's hurt? What happened?"

Molly sat down on Ginny's bed and padded the empty spot next to her, "Dear, please sit." Ginny sat on her bed next to her mother. Molly put her arm around her daughter, "Harry and his partner were out in the Forest of Dean chasing a former Death Eater. They were ambushed and Harry was hit with a nasty dark curse."

Ginny looked at her mother, "Mum, I'm sure he'll be fine."

Molly shook her head, "No Dear. He was rushed to St. Mungo's. It's something they've never seen before. He's been unresponsive to all treatments so far. It doesn't look good."

Ginny's eyes started to well up as she stood up, "I have to see him. He shouldn't be alone."

Molly stood up, "Your father and I will go with you, but I want you to be prepared."

Tear started falling down Ginny's cheeks.

Ginny snapped back to reality. She squeezed Harry's hand, "I almost forgot! I got you something." Ginny reached down into her bag and pulled out the gift box. She opened it and took out the silver bracelet. It was a thick, bangle style and gleamed a bit in the light. As Ginny put it on Harry's wrist she said, "When I saw it, I just had to get it for you. I know it's not very manly, but I really like the engraving." She held Harry's hand up in front of his face. "Isn't it beautiful? See the infinity symbol in between the two hearts? It reminds me of us. Don't worry I used my own money. I did extra chores around the house for Mum to buy it." Even though Ginny had access to Harry's money, she was frugal with it. Ginny only took money out of his vault when she absolutely had to and spent it wisely. Usually, she only took out enough for the bouquet of flowers she bought every week and money for a book or magazine here and there. The idea of Ginny using Harry's money to buy him a gift just didn't seem right to her anyway.

Ginny chuckled, "I bumped into Ron on my way to shower. My alarm woke him up again. He said that Hermione might stop by today for lunch. Oh, last night when I got home Mum was waiting for me as usual with dinner. She really misses you. She always asks me how you're doing. I've even caught her crying when she thought I wasn't looking. Don't feel bad about it though. Mum just loves you like a son. I really think this brings up old memories of Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon." Ginny leaned over to Harry, "I love you and miss you. Everybody does. I know how strong you are though. I know that you'll come around. I'll be right back. I'm going to get something to drink." Ginny stood up and lightly kissed Harry's forehead and left the room.

Ginny walked down the hall to where there was a small kitchenette that visitors had access to. In it there was a small table, a couple of chairs, a stove, and a tea kettle. As she was fixing herself a cup of tea, she could hear Maggie talking with somebody else by the kitchenette.

"All I'm saying is she loves him. That's why she's here every day."

"She doesn't have to undermine everything we do."

Ginny recognized the other voice. It belonged to a healer named Patricia. Patricia was an older witch getting close to retirement. She had a gruff demeanor and seemed to not like her job very much. Patricia was a bit portly and always had her hair tied up in a tight bun. Patricia and Ginny had a rough relationship at best.

"Miss Weasley does not undermine us. She just wants the best care for Mr. Potter."

"At the Ministry's expense. The man has been basically catatonic for six weeks. He's opened his eyes twice for, what, a total of five minutes since he's been brought in. He's not responding to any treatment."

Ginny's blood started to boil. Patricia never called Harry by his name. It was always "him," "the man", or "that man". Ginny had been looking for a reason to get her transferred from Harry's dedicated staff and now she may have it.

"Mr. Potter was injured while in pursuit of a wanted criminal. It's the Ministry's responsibility to pay for his medical care. Besides, how many of our patients don't get visitors? Too many if you ask me."

"Do we have to deal with her though?"

"What do you have against her anyway?"

"She tells me how to do my job."

"No, she doesn't. All she does is ask questions about Mr. Potter's care and treatment. Miss Weasley likes to be informed. That's all."

"She threw away what could have been a promising quidditch career just to sit by that man's bedside and read to him. If you ask me, she needs to be here more than him. I heard she got access to his Gringotts vault too. Wouldn't surprise me if she's robbing him blind."

"That is none of our business."

That was Ginny's cue. She put down her cup of tea and walked out of the kitchenette. Ginny rounded the corner to see Patricia and Maggie standing toe to toe. Patricia had her back to Ginny, but Maggie saw her. Maggie's eyes went wide as Ginny stood with her hands on her hips behind Patricia. Ginny cleared her throat and Patricia whipped around.

Patricia put on her best fake smile, "Good morning Miss Weasley. How are you today?"

Ginny scowled at the older woman as her eyes narrowed, "Don't good morning me. In case you forgot, you have to deal with me because I am that man's proxy. I have full control of his affairs, which includes his medical care."

Ginny was white hot by this time. This wasn't the first time the two women had argued over Harry's care. The last time this had happened Ginny went to Healer Jones. Patricia was talked to and was placed on the night shift for a week so Ginny wouldn't have to interact with her.

Ginny pointed at Patricia, "I'm here every day because Harry needs a voice, and he shouldn't have to face this alone. Not that you care. I've had enough of you. I'm going to have you removed from Harry's treatment team. You're just lucky I don't have you fired for your comments."

Patricia laughed, "Like you could do that."

Maggie's eyes went wide again.

Ginny closed the gap between her and Patricia. She now stood nose to nose with the older woman, "One owl to Kingsley about what you said about me, and Harry and we'll see how long you keep your job."

Patricia gasped, "You wouldn't."

Ginny poked Patricia in the chest, "You forget who he is. That man, as you call him, is the Harry Potter in case you've forgotten. Kingsley and the rest of the Ministry have quite the affection for him. If word got around about your treatment of him or me, I don't think you would be here for very long."

All the color drained out of Patricia's face.

Ginny then took a step back and pulled out her wand, "Or I could just hex you into next week."

Patricia backed up but bumped into Maggie, "Miss Weasley, I don't think we have to result to that."

Ginny put her wand away and smiled, "I'm glad we understand each other. Maggie, when you get the chance, please tell Healer Jones to see me in Harry's room."

Maggie simply smiled and nodded her head, "I will Miss Weasley."

Ginny turned around walked back into the kitchenette, picked up her cup of tea and then went back to Harry's room.

Ginny walked into Harry's room and set her cup of tea down on the table. She was still angry. Her face was almost as red as her hair. "The nerve of that woman. I can't believe it. While I was fixing my tea, I overheard Patricia talking with Maggie. Patricia has bad mouthed me for the last time. She basically said that she was tired of, as she put it, putting up with me. All I do is ask questions about your care. That's all. Everybody but her is always happy to explain things. They explain the charms, the spells, everything. She just can't be bothered. The thing that really rubbed me was she said I threw my career away and I'm robbing you. Dam that woman. I know I shouldn't let her get to me, but she does. She just doesn't understand."

In the middle of Ginny's rant, there was a knock at the door. Ginny turned around and said a little more harshly than she wanted to, "Come in."

The door opened and Healer Jones and Maggie walked in. Healer Jones walked over to Harry bedside, "Maggie said you wanted to see me Miss Weasley."

Ginny looked at the older man, "Yes. I don't want Patricia treating Harry anymore."

Healer Jones frowned, "So Patricia and Maggie tell me. That does put me in a tight spot Miss Weasley. I don't have anybody to cover her shifts with Mr. Potter until next month. I know you have a lot of latitude concerning Mr. Potter's care but until I find somebody to pick up her shifts, I can't do it."

Maggie then piped up, "I'll take her shifts Healer Jones. I don't mind. I like treating Mr. Potter and please don't be offended Miss Weasley, but I also like a good mystery and this one is amazing."

Ginny smiled at the witch, "Not at all. I understand." Ginny had grown to like Maggie very much.

Healer Jones sighed in relief, "Ok. Maggie you can have Patricia's shifts with Mr. Potter. I'll transfer her to another ward. I'm glad that's settled." Healer Jones looked Harry over and looked at the magical monitor machines. He took out his wand and cast a couple of charms and spells. He shook his head, "I'm sorry Miss Weasley. Still no change. I just got my hands on a new reference book that I can consult though. Maybe I can find something in there. To be honest, I don't have much hope. Our curse breakers have been working hard on this for the six weeks Mr. Potter has been here with no results."

Ginny nodded, "I understand. Thank you."

As Healer Jones exited the room, Maggie walked up to Ginny, "Miss Weasley, have hope. We'll get him sorted out."

Ginny gave the woman a small smile as a tear rolled down her cheek, "Hope is all I have at this point."

Maggie smiled back and started to leave the room.

Ginny walked over to her chair, "Maggie?"

Maggie turned around, "Yes Miss Weasley?"

Ginny sat down, "Do you think I undermine you? It's ok, you can be honest with me."

Maggie walked back to the middle of the room, "Not at all Miss Weasley. You just want explanations, and you just want the best care for Mr. Potter. I understand that. In the short time that I've been taking care of him, I haven't thought for one second that you are undermining the staff. I can tell that you take your position as Mr. Potter's proxy very seriously and that you love him very much. It's heartwarming to see someone other than the staff care so much for a patient. I don't see that much around this ward. I'll be back later to check on Mr. Potter." Maggie turned around and left the room.

Ginny put her head in her hands, "I just don't know any more Harry. I just want what's best for you. I almost lost my temper with that woman." Ginny laughed, "I even threatened to hex her." She stood up and kissed Harry on his forehead, "Well, it's almost lunch time. I'm going to get my lunch before Hermione gets here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

When Ginny returned to Harry's room, "Today's special was chicken Caesar salad, so I got that." Ginny closed the door behind her and looked across the room, "Hermione! You're here."

Hermione ran to Ginny and gave her a hug, "Hi Ginny! I'm sorry I'm early. One of the healers said you'd be back in a few minutes, so I thought I would wait. How is he?"

Ginny smiled at her best friend as she let go of her, "No, that's fine. He's ok just asleep. It's good to see you." Ginny sat down and put her lunch on the table, "How are you? It feels like I haven't seen you in ages."

Hermione moved the chair she was in over to the table and unpacked her lunch, "I'm good and it has been ages. I haven't seen you in close to six weeks."

Ginny looked down into her lap, "I'm sorry. I've just been busy here."

Hermione took a bite of her sandwich, "I know but you don't have to be here every minute."

Ginny sighed, "Yes I do. Harry needs a voice."

Hermione looked at Ginny. She saw the sad look in her best friend's eyes, "I know he does, and nobody is better for it than you, but you have to take care of yourself too."

Ginny met Hermione's eyes, "I am taking care of myself. I go home every night. I get seven to eight hours of sleep every night. I eat at least three times a day. When I'm here I read to Harry, so I'm exercising my mind too. I read him the Prophet every day and I pick up books and magazines too."

Hermione took a deep breath, "All that is good but what about you? What are you doing that you like? I mean you left the Harpies even before you really had a chance to play for them. You gave everything up at a moment's notice just to be here."

Ginny was starting to get angry, but she kept her temper in check. Hermione was just worried about her. Ginny knew her heart was in the right place. This was almost the same conversation Ginny had with her mother about four weeks ago.

Ginny started putting the dressing on her salad, "I know you're worried, and I really appreciate it. I like doing this. He shouldn't be alone. He was alone too much when he lived on Privet Drive. I enjoy the ride on the Knight Bus, and I like the walk from the Leaky Cauldron. This is just something that I have to do."

Hermione nodded. She knew once Ginny made up her mind about something, there was almost no way of getting her to change it. The only person who did manage to get Ginny to change her mind was Harry. "Ok. I just worry that you're getting lost in all of this. If you ever need to talk, I'm here. We all love him. You don't have to do it all alone."

Ginny smiled, "I know. Thank you." She then lowered her voice, "I didn't tell you but just before the accident, Harry and I were talking about getting married."

Hermione gasped, "Did he propose?"

Ginny shook her head, "No. We were just fantasizing about what it would be like, living together and all. We talked about what type of ceremony we wanted. Stuff like that. You know?"

Hermione smiled, "Usually I have to get a couple of shots of fire whiskey into Ron before he'll even say the word marriage."

Ginny and Hermione laughed. They made small talk while they ate lunch. Hermione got Ginny caught up on the latest gossip at the Ministry of Magic. Hermione told Ginny about who was dating who, who was having an affair, and about new laws that might be passed. Ginny told her about the argument she had with Patricia and that she was really starting to like Maggie.

Hermione laughed, "I can't believe you threatened her, oh wait, yes I can."

Ginny's face turned red, "Not my finest moment but she deserved it."

Hermione got up to leave, "I'll try and stop by for lunch on Wednesday, but Sundays are definite."

Ginny smiled as she stood up, "I'd like that. Thank you." Ginny hugged her and they said their goodbyes.

Ginny settled back in her chair next to Harry's beside. She took Harry's hand, "I just wish somebody knew what was going on. Professor Dumbledore would know or at least know where to look for the answer. I miss you so much Harry. I miss curling up next to you on the couch in front of a fire and just talking. I miss hearing you laugh." Tears started to well up in Ginny's eyes and it wasn't long before they started to fall. "I hope you're having sweet dreams. I love you Harry. Please come back to me."