Author Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short, I've been extremely busy for a school report and thought I better update. I'll try and get a longer chapter out very soon.

Chapter 9: Aftermath

In all reality, Harry had just put up a huge show. He was still bleeding from his many cuts and injuries. As it was his entire right side was killing him, he could barely move his right arm. The fall from the broom had hurt him like hell and the fight had damaged his body in more than one ways. He knew that the students needed to see a light in all the dark and hope within the encompassing blackness. Unfortunately, he knew he was that hope, that lighthouse next to the beach. He didn't like it, but he would live with it.

After escaping the main halls and turning into a barely known shortcut, Harry finally took a rest. He knew he should go to Madame Pomfry, he was in serious need of medical help after all. The thought of being the light in the dark and the symbol of hope to all the students kept Harry from going to the school nurse. He couldn't afford to show any weakness at this point. Besides, if Voldemort's spies reported that Harry Potter fell off his broom, got in a huge fight, and was perfectly fine than Harry was sure to scare his enemy and possibly by the wizarding world more time.

No matter what, Harry knew that he needed help. He thought of the training he and his friends had had during the summer. He remembered how Ginny had shown an immense talent in the healing department. He then realized that he could use his connection with Ginny to call for help.

Ginny, Harry thought. Help. Tapestry behind the old elf dancing with the troll.

Coming, Harry. At the silent sound of Ginny's thought, Harry let out a sigh of relief. I'll be there in five minutes. Let me just finish leading the first years, then I'll grab the Marauders Map.

Wait, Gin, I gave Ron the map. Check his trunk. Harry replied. Resigning to the fact that it may take his girlfriend longer than he had hoped, Harry started to get comfortable in the passage. It was actually a good position he found with his bruised back resting on the cold wall. Just as he started to close his eyes, Ginny appeared in the entrance.

"Harry, thank god you're all right! I know what you told everyone was a load of lies, but I also know why you said it. Now if you ever do anything like that again I will make sure Voldemort and this 'Half-Blood Prince' are the last of your worries!"

"Gin, I know what happened to me is pretty bad, but could you at least try and heal me before you kill me. I feel like I hit the Hogwarts express," moaned the prone figure of Harry from the floor.

It was then that Ginerva Weasely finally got a good look at Harry Potter. Her reaction was to let out a quick squeal and rush to his side. "Come on, Harry, we have to get you healed." Harry started to protest but Ginny broke in, "I don't mean the Hospital Wing. I can probably heal the majority of these and send Madame Pomfry in at an inconspicuous time, but I need to get you to a place suitable for the type of things I'm going to have to do. Unless you'd like to get half naked in here and give anyone the chance to attack you while you are feeling like crap?"

"Good point, love, you win. Let's get to the Room of Requirement. It should be able to make whatever room we need." And so the couple set off for the Room of Requirement. They were able to avoid any contact with people they wished to avoid by use of the Marauders' Map and within fifteen minutes were standing outside their destination. Ginny was busy pacing back and forth waiting for the door to materialize and Harry was trying to remain upright. After what seemed like hours to an exhausted Harry, the door came into being and Ginny helped him into it.

Inside the room, the two saw what seemed to be a very comfortable hospital room. One wall filled with every known potion for healing, antidotes included. Looking to the left you could see all imaginable items made that could be used to help someone move around; from wheelchairs and crutches all the way to magical eyes and appendages. Then there was the wall behind the bed which consisted of about a hundred books all revolving around healing. The last object in the room was a bed that looked very sterile and firm. It was colorful, though, and managed to make Harry smile thinking how better it is than the beds in the Hospital Wing. Around the bed was an L shaped couch that could sit about five visitors at a time.

"This is definitely better than the Hospital Wing, Gin."

"Well, if you don't hurry up and let me heal you than you will need to go to the Hospital Wing regardless of my skills! Now sit and let me get to work!" Ginny proceeded to make Harry take off all his clothing except his boxers and talismans. Even his griffin earring had to go, it had appeared to make a huge raw area on his ear from the extensive use it was put through.

As Ginny did her work and methodically worked her way up her patient's body healing his wounds, Harry did his very best to just stay awake. If it wasn't the occasional pain made by the healing spells, he was sure to have fallen asleep an hour ago. At long last Ginny was done with healing all the injuries, though his right side still hurt.

"Now I know I'm about to sound very much like an annoying nurse but what I am about to say you better listen to. First of all, you better keep a lot of pressure off your right arm. Second, you need to take these potions once a day for a week to get you into tip-top shape. As a matter of fact, if what I read over the summer is true, than some of these will actually increase your overall magical power by half of what it currently is while another one will make you get an increase in muscle mass, making you even more appealing to me than you are. Thirdly, you are no longer my patient and after you just saved a ton of lives, I am going to treat you like the hero you are."

With that said Ginny threw herself at Harry giving him a passionate kiss. When they came up for breath Harry collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. Smiling to herself while muttering something about no one in their right mind would have stopped after one kiss, Ginny undressed into pajamas the room supplied and climbed into bed with her boyfriend. He's a hero, he's famous, he's hot, and he's modest. Best of all, he's in love with me. With that last thought, she joined the person next to her in a deep sleep.