Ginny woke up the next morning as the sun coming in through her window spread across her face. She turned her head away from the window and buried it in Harry's bare shoulder. He tightened his grip around her waist and she settled against his side. It was only after she felt Harry's hand slide down to her bum that she realized they were both completely starkers. Instead of her normal embarrassment, she realized how comfortable it felt to be in Harry's arms.
"Harry," she whispered into his ear.
"Hmm," he replied sleepily.
"It's time to get up, love."
"It's too early."
Feeling mischievous, Ginny reached down and gave his bum a slight squeeze. Harry's eyes shot open as he realized he was feeling bare skin.
"Oh Merlin, Ginny, I'm so sorry. I must have done it again," Harry exclaimed nervously. "Please don't be angry."
"If you hadn't noticed, Harry," she replied coyly, "anger was not the first emotion I felt this morning."
Harry's jaw dropped and Ginny figured the only appropriate way to close his mouth was with a kiss.
When she pulled away Harry began to speak quickly. "Are you sure this is okay? I mean, it's fine with me, but what brought on the sudden change?"
"It just felt right to wake up like this today," she replied before kissing him again.
"But why today?" Harry asked anxiously. "Are you trying to convince me of something, or did you just change your mind on how you felt on this topic? Because you know we can't continue with this, like this, without certain ramifications."
"Harry," Ginny said calmly. "You're rambling. And you've not taken your eyes off my face this entire time."
"I'm sorry. I just have so much stuff hanging over my head with the match today, and I still feel like there's so much pressure on my show down with Krum." Harry paused and grinned. "And if you want me to look other places, I will. I was just trying to be a gentleman."
"You need to stop worrying," Ginny frowned, ignoring his later comments. "Whatever happens today will be fine as long as you do your best."
Harry sighed and rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I know people don't know what happened last time, but what if something gets out? What if people start to bring up Cedric?"
"What if a meteor falls to earth and kills us all?" Ginny interrupted. "You can only do what's best for you, Harry. There's no way you can be prepared for everything, so you should just worry about the things you can actually control."
"That's easier to say than to do," he sighed. "I couldn't even enjoy a day in Diagon Alley with you without having the press hound us."
"Well," Ginny began, closing the distance between them. "I do know one thing you can control."
Harry turned his head so they were nose to nose. "What?" he whispered.
"What we do right here, right now."
"Well, when you put it that way," he replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in to kiss her. Ginny quickly discovered that kissing Harry while nude was a completely different experience than kissing him while clothed Every touch made her hair stand on end, and she thought that she might die from happiness.
Harry shifted over so he was on his side again and Ginny had to fight from gasping as she felt him, all of him, pressed against her body. She had convinced herself after their first nude experience that she wasn't ready, that she wanted to wait for the perfect moment, but now that it was increasingly obvious that that was the path they were heading down, she realized that it would be perfect as long as she was with Harry.
There were three loud bangs on the door, and Ginny pulled away from Harry as quickly as she could. "This is your thirty minute warning before you have to be at the team breakfast," Susan called through the door.
"Damn," Harry muttered.
"You said it," Ginny agreed, fighting to catch her breath. "We can't do this now."
"I know," he agreed.
"We'd be too rushed," she continued.
"Gin, I know," Harry said. "I'm just going to go jump in the shower before I sneak back to my room."
Ginny nodded and watched as Harry walked from the bed to the bathroom in all of his naked glory. She couldn't help staring, it was really the first time she had seen him. She'd felt his body against hers, but there had never been a time when he had been so exposed to her.
"Enjoying the view?" Harry chuckled.
"Very much so," Ginny admitted. Harry laughed and turned to walk into the bathroom, but she called out for him to stop. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of her courage, Ginny sat up in bed and let the sheet fall to her waist, leaving her chest exposed. Harry's eye's widened and she knew that he was now staring as well.
"After you win the match today," she said coyly, "we can continue this."
Harry gulped and nodded his head slightly. He walked mutely into the bathroom and a few seconds later Ginny heard the shower running. She fell back onto the bed and pondered what she'd just promised to Harry. Her only real motivation had been to keep his mind off of the match and the press, but she knew in her heart that she was ready to take that step with him.
She rolled out of bed and started to pick out what robes she wanted to wear to the match. She was glad that she had been able to do something to ease Harry's nerves, but now she had to try and deal with her own. She would never admit it to Harry, but she was scared to death over this match. She couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Ginny chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she sat on the top level of stands with her father. After the box fell at the last match, the Ministry had decided to spread all of the family members throughout the stadium in hopes of avoiding another large attack. Ginny and her father were some of the few not actually in a box at all, but they were still surrounded by inconspicuously dressed Aurors.
"Everything will be fine, Ginny," Arthur spoke up, taking her hand in his.
"How can you be so sure?" Ginny asked, turning in her seat to look at him. "Dustin was poisoned after the first match, the box was sabotaged during the second, so who knows what's going to happen at the third."
"Well, they've added more precautions after every match. At this point it would take a real inside leak to get to the team or one of us again," her father assured her.
Ginny sighed. "But an inside leak is what we've been afraid of all along. Don't you remember what Tonks said about the original letters?"
"I do," he replied quietly. "But I have to have some kind of faith that everything will be okay. Otherwise, all I'd do is remember how bad things were at the end of the war and I'd never have any reason to smile."
"Well, I don't want that to happen," Ginny said, forcing herself to smile. "But I can't help just waiting for all hell to break loose. It feels like all of the signs are there for something really big to happen, but I've somehow failed to put them all together. I've been so distracted with trying to keep Harry straight, and trying to help Ron figure out what's going on in his life that I haven't had time to really think about it. I just know I'm missing something."
Arthur patted her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Did we sit down too late to see the warm-ups?"
Ginny nodded. "Tonks said she didn't want us out here any earlier than necessary. She wouldn't even tell me where Ron or anyone else was sitting in case someone was listening in on our conversation. I'm considering myself lucky not be to sitting by myself."
"Oh look, they're starting the introductions!"
Ginny turned her attention away from her father and towards the pitch. She tuned out the introductions as her eyes followed Harry through the sky. He looked brilliant with his blue uniform flapping in the wind as he flew. There was something about watching Harry fly that was simply magical to her. It was one of the few times he looked completely happy and at ease. There were no facades, no pretenses just Harry being Harry. She only wished he could feel like that all the time. He didn't look like he had a care in the world, but Ginny knew she was worrying enough for both of them.
"He'll be fine," her father spoke up again, as if he were reading her thoughts. Arthur put his arm around Ginny's shoulders and pulled her close. "He doesn't even seem to be looking at Krum."
Ginny sighed and dropped her head onto her father's shoulder, careful to keep her gaze on the match. She found that she was ignoring everything that was happening on the pitch but Harry. "It took me awhile to get Harry's mind off of it this morning." Ginny paused, trying not to blush as she thought of exactly how she had tried to take Harry's mind off of things. "I had to convince Harry that all he needed to be concerned with was finding the Snitch. Honestly, he's been in a right state since the box fell. I think we're lucky to still be talking to each other."
"Well, if you two are serious--"
"We are," Ginny interrupted.
"Then you're going to have to learn to work through the good times and the bad," Arthur finished.
Ginny winced as a Bludger cam dangerously close to hitting Harry. "I know."
"Jacob's playing very well again," her father commented a few moments later. "He's really frustrating Bulgaria's Keeper."
"Are we winning?" Ginny asked.
"Where is my daughter?" Arthur asked in mock horror. "Where is my little girl who loves watching Quidditch?"
"She'll be back after her boyfriend makes it back to the ground in one piece," Ginny replied, sitting up straight. "Neither Harry or Victor has seen the Snitch yet, and the Bludgers are crazy today."
"Well, that's what the Beaters are there for," Arthur pointed out cheerfully, but Ginny could tell that her nerves were starting to rub off on him. She loved her father for trying to be strong for her when she needed him to be.
"We do have good Beaters," Ginny added, trying her hardest to match her father's tone.
"Wesley has had a wonderful tournament so far."
"He has," she agreed, still never taking her eyes off of Harry.
"I'm not going to be able to distract you, am I?" Arthur asked with a sigh.
Ginny shook her head and continued to follow Harry's path through the sky. She held her breath as she watched him dive for the ground, only to pull up inches from the ground empty handed.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take," she admitted.
"Well, England's got almost a hundred point lead," Arthur informed her. "At least the Chasers are playing better this week."
"They're more comfortable with each other now," she replied. "I think last time they had all been holding out hope that Dustin would show back up at the last minute. This time, they've accepted Steven as a part of the team."
"Well, whatever it was, it's working."
"Mason is a good coach," Ginny replied. "He's just a very foul man. I don't know what I did to upset him, but he's been on my case since day one."
"Actually, I'm afraid that's my fault," Arthur said guiltily.
For the first time since the match had started Ginny took her eyes off of Harry. "What?"
"Well, he was never very fond of me, and he was probably taking it out on you."
"How do you know him?" Ginny asked.
"Actually, he knew your mother. He was interested in her, but she chose to go out with me instead."
"But he's so old!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Not as old as he looks, but he was a year or two older than me," her father replied.
"But then why isn't he rude to Ron as well?" Ginny asked.
"I don't think he even realized Ron was my son until he got you the job. Unfortunately, you were the one he had to face on a daily basis, so I think you got the worst of it. Plus, you do look a great deal like your mother."
"Wow, that explains a lot," Ginny mused. "I didn't know you had to fight for Mum's attention."
"It wasn't much of a fight. Your mum and I only had eyes for each other," Arthur chuckled.
There was a collective scream through the crowd and Ginny felt her heart drop. She quickly turned her attention back to the match and scanned the sky for Harry. It didn't take her long to see him flying towards the ground with Victor right on his tail. It appeared that he had actually seen the Snitch this time.
"Faster, Harry," she urged him. She wanted nothing more than for the match to be over so she could wrap Harry in her arms and have confirmation that he was safe and in one piece.
"Oh Merlin!" her father exclaimed.
Ginny turned her head slightly and gasped. There was a Bludger heading straight for Harry, and it didn't look like he saw it. If he didn't change his path there was going to be a terrible collision.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed. Almost like the whole thing was happening in slow motion, the Bludger inched closer towards Harry. When he was extending his hand to make his final reach for the Snitch, the Bludger crashed into the side of his neck. As Harry rolled off the side of his broom and started falling limply towards the ground, Victor flew ahead and caught the Snitch.
But Ginny wasn't paying attention to the match anymore. All she could do was watch as Harry's body fell closer to the ground. It appeared that someone had slowed his fall, but his body still hit the ground at a rate that was too fast to be safe. She felt her father's arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her close, and she barely registered the tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't pull her gaze off of Harry's limp body. She blinked twice as Harry disappeared from her view.
"Come on, let's go," her father said, trying to pull her out of the stands.
"Where'd he go?" she whispered, her gaze still on the pitch, trying to find Harry's body.
"Privacy charm, just like when the box fell," her father explained patiently. "If he's still on the ground, he has healers with him now. You aren't any good to him here."
Ginny let her father lead her out of the stadium but she wasn't aware of anything going on around her. Her mind was reaching out for Harry and her heart was breaking. She vaguely registered Susan appearing by her side and grabbing her arm. With her father's hand on her back and her hand in Susan's she was pulled down the narrow path towards the team's locker room.
It felt like they were moving in slow motion as they approached the door to the locker room. Ginny could hear Susan and her father speaking to her, but their words were slurred to her ears. With every step her heart starting beating louder in her ears, drowning out all of the noise around her. She had the image of Harry plummeting to the ground playing over and over again through her mind, but it happening in slow motion and there was no color to the memory. That was how Ginny felt life without Harry would be: colorless and dull.
The door to the locker room swung open and Ginny was ushered inside. As she was led to a chair, the sound of the door being sealed broke through all of the other noise in the room. She suddenly felt trapped, like they were trying to keep her in instead of everyone else out.
"Ginny!" Susan was standing almost a foot in front of Ginny's face, and she had the feeling that she'd been calling her for the past few minutes.
"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked, her voice cracking as she tried to bring the room back into focus.
"They have him in the medical center at the stadium," Susan explained.
"Where?"
"It's a disclosed location from almost everyone," Susan said nervously. "They didn't want anyone to be able to find it if there was another attack."
"Well, you bloody well better disclose it to me!" Ginny snapped. "I'm not a threat and there wasn't an attack! Harry is hurt and I want to be with him."
"I'm sorry, but taking you there isn't my decision to make," Susan replied.
"Ginny, maybe you should calm down," her father spoke up.
"No! Harry is hurt and he needs me right now," Ginny argued.
"Ginny, I promise you that I would take you to Harry if I knew where he was," Susan sighed. "But I don't, so I can't. All I know is that I was given instructions to get you here and make sure the location was safe. They're taking the team members to different locations around the stadium so there is no way to get to them all at once."
"I don't understand," Arthur said. "He got hit by a Bludger; that's a part of Quidditch. Why are they taking all of the extra precautions?"
"After the incident with the box, we're not taking any chances. You never know how someone from the outside might have interfered with the match somehow," Susan explained.
"Can you at least tell me how he is," Ginny asked shakily.
"I wish I knew," Susan admitted.
There was a soft pop and Ginny turned her head to see Tonks standing in the room. She jumped up from her chair and hurried over to the Auror.
"How is he?"
"He's still out," Tonks said, sounding choked up. "His body's defenses were lower than they should have been due to the fall last week. The Bludger hit him on his neck and at the base of his head. The healers are assuming he has a concussion, and they know for sure that his neck was broken. They're trying to heal him the best they can, but no matter what they do he won't wake up."
Ginny felt the tears start to fall down her cheeks and she collapsed on to her knees. The conversation continued around her but everything started to blur again. She tried to wipe the tears from her face, but she was distracted by something moving on her wrist. The only thing she could see was the bracelet on her wrist; the bracelet that connected her to Harry. Not even taking the time to consider the repercussions, she reached for the familiar rose engraving and placed her thumb over it.
Ginny landed on the ground in a completely white room. She saw posts of a bed and the bottoms of several lime green robes. She pulled herself off the floor and gasped. There was a slight ringing in her ears that sounded vaguely like someone yelling, but the only thing in Ginny's mind was how awful Harry looked in his bed. He was pale and his robes were stained with blood.
Someone grabbed her by the arm and began to pull her away from Harry. Ginny began to fight with the person, and she was having success until her other arm was taken. She was pulled out of the room and shoved onto the floor. She looked up at the two healers and scowled.
"What are you doing here?" one of them asked. "You aren't allowed to be here."
"I don't think she hears us," the other one said, looking concerned.
"I hear you," Ginny whispered. "You have to let me back inside," she pleaded with them. "He needs me."
"What he needs is proper medical attention," the first healer snapped. "So unless you are a trained healer your place is in the hall."
Ginny jumped to her feet and tried to fight her way back into the room. She struggled with the healer until she was pushed back to the ground. "My place is with Harry!"
"Right now your place is where I tell you it is," the first healer yelled. Before Ginny could react the healer had pulled out his wand and bound Ginny's arms and legs. The more she struggled to get free the tighter the bindings became. "If you really want to help him you'll stay out of our way and let us do our jobs," he spat before returning to Harry's room, leaving Ginny alone in the hall.
Ginny curled her body into the fetal position and began to sob on the floor. Since she saw Harry fall, things had become fuzzy and the world felt surreal, but now that she had seen Harry and how bad things were, the world was clear again. The world was clear, but glum. If Harry didn't live through this, Ginny didn't know what she would do.
"Ginny! How could you disappear on us like that? And why are you on the floor? Are those bindings?" Tonks asked, kneeling down beside Ginny while freeing her wrists and legs.
"I had to see him," she sobbed. Tonks wrapped her arms around Ginny's shoulders and let her cry on her shoulder. "He looked so terrible, and the healers were so mean. They wouldn't let me stay with him."
"You have to let them work," Tonks soothed her. "Harry is in very critical condition right now."
"He has to be okay," Ginny whispered, her body shaking. As her body began to shake she kept chanting 'he has to be okay' over and over again.
When her tears finally subsided, Tonks helped her stand up from the ground. "Let's go into the next room so we can talk."
Ginny nodded slightly and followed Tonks into the room beside Harry's. She sat down at the small table in the middle of the room while Tonks fixed her a cup of tea. Tonks placed the cup in front of her, but Ginny only dropped her head on the table and sighed.
"How did this happen?"
"It was a poorly aimed shot," Tonks replied simply, sitting down across from her.
"I would think Bulgaria would be plenty happy with the aim of the shot," Ginny said tensely.
"Ginny," Tonks said slowly, "the Bludger wasn't from one of Bulgaria's Beaters… It was Jeff. He was aiming for Krum, but they were so close together…"
Ginny's head shot up and she stared at Tonks. "What?"
Tonks shook her head sadly. "He didn't even realize it had been his hit at first, the game was moving at such a fast pace. It wasn't until after we found someone who had record the match on ominoculars that we knew for sure what had happened."
It was if Ginny had been looking at the world through fog and it had suddenly been lifted. "Are you sure it was an accident?" she whispered, almost afraid that saying the words would make them true.
"Ginny, what are you talking about?"
"Jeff… Last night at dinner we were talking about the press… He hasn't gotten any press the entire time… Harry's threats were to keep him out of the press…"
"You're not making any sense!"
"I don't think I can really explain it, but it seems so clear to me now. I think Jeff hit Harry on purpose," Ginny said slowly, running through all of the thoughts crossing her mind. Something in her mind was insisting that Jeff was the one to blame for all of her problems, but the logical part of her brain kept insisting that Jeff had been their friend.
"Ginny?" Tonks asked hesitantly.
"What do you think was the main thing the person who was threatening Harry wanted?" Ginny asked slowly, trying to put a logical order to her thoughts.
"For Harry to quit or be kicked off the team," Tonks replied automatically.
"Why?"
"Well, based on the threat before the reporter came I would guess that they didn't like the amount of attention that was focused on Harry."
"And who's gotten the least amount of press on the entire team?" Ginny asked shakily.
"Jacob… but that's because he tried his hardest to stay out of the public eye," Tonks said thoughtfully. "After Jacob, though, I'd have to say Jeff."
"We've known all along that it had to be an insider," Ginny added quickly. "I think Jeff has to be the one threatening us."
"But isn't he good friends with Ron?" Tonks asked.
"Well," Ginny said slowly. "I know they were very close during the tryouts and before they announced the team, but based on something said last night I think Jeff practically started ignoring him after he made the team."
"So do you think he was trying to get close to Ron to help his chances of making the team?" Tonks asked incredulously.
"If he's been the one threatening us and if he hit Harry on purpose, I wouldn't put it past him."
"But how would he have rigged the box? And why? Hurting his teammate's family members doesn't do anything to help him gain recognition," Tonks pointed out.
"But it does scare Harry into quitting," Ginny replied. "Harry getting hurt would have only been an added bonus."
"But he's had a constant Auror guard just like the rest of you," Tonks argued. "And doesn't this sound pretty extreme just for a little extra press?"
"I don't know… But I just have this gut feeling that he's responsible," Ginny said shaking her head. "Merlin! I think he knew I was in England!"
"How would he know?"
"I wish I knew," Ginny sighed. "Actually, I wish I knew how Harry was doing more than anything."
"The healers will come and tell us as soon as they know anything for sure," Tonks assured her. "Right now we just have to wait."
"Can't you go arrest Jeff? Or at least question him," Ginny said.
Tonks shook her head. "We've already gotten his statement, and the only other thing we have to go on is your gut feeling. Plus, since he's had a constant Auror guard it's unlikely anyone will really think he's guilty of anything other than bad aim."
"There's something else strange about him," Ginny remembered. "He says his father is an Auror that works out of the country."
"There are very few British Aurors out of the country right now that aren't here," Tonks interrupted.
"My point exactly. Can you check out his father and see if that brings anything up? According to Jeff, he's in Germany right now."
"I can go enquire about an Auror with the last name Collins in Germany, but I don't see how that'll help anything," Tonks replied.
"Just check… It's something to do to pass the time," Ginny sighed.
"Okay, well, I'm going to leave you in here, then. I'll see what I can do about getting someone down here with you. Promise me you won't go barging into Harry's room again without permission."
"I promise," Ginny said resignedly. Tonks nodded and left the small room. Ginny took a small sip of the tea Tonks had prepared for her and tried to think of anything else that would incriminate Jeff. He'd always been so nice to her; he'd even taken up for her before she and Harry and settled their differences. In fact, one of the only reasons she'd given Harry a chance to explain himself was because of the things Jeff had told her about him. It seemed rather impossible to think that the nice bloke she'd been working with had been plotting to destroy his teammate's life, all for the sake of a little publicity. If it had been Jeff that was threatening Harry, something had made him step up the intensity of his attacks after the first match.
"I should yell at you for disappearing like that," her father said as he walked into the room with Hermione. Hermione's face was stained with tear tracks and her father looked like he'd had years taken off his life.
"Sorry," Ginny said quietly, still trying to grasp the concept that Jeff was the guilty party.
"Tonks filled us in on what you think," Hermione said, sitting down in the chair next to Ginny. "Do you really believe Jeff is capable of hurting so many people over a little publicity?"
"I don't know, but it's the only thing that makes any sense to me," Ginny sighed. "Have they heard anything else about Harry?"
"Tonks was going to go check with the healers before she came back in," Arthur replied.
"I wish she'd hurry. I feel like I've been in this room clueless for hours," Ginny moaned.
"I'm just glad you seem to be doing better," her father replied. "You really scared me before."
"I've been distracting myself by thinking about Jeff," Ginny admitted. "I had to do something to keep from going crazy."
The door to the room opened and Tonks walked in followed by Healer Brown.
"Healer Brown!" Ginny exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm one of the few healers cleared to work with Harry," the woman replied. "I follow him just about everywhere. Didn't you see me when you burst into his room?"
"No," Ginny admitted. "I was a bit preoccupied going out of my mind with worry. Please tell me you have good news."
"I'm afraid it isn't that simple," Healer Brown sighed. "It appears that Harry's body shut down in order to protect itself. We believe that he used all of his magical energy to try and stop his fall, and then when he couldn't stop his body just shut down."
"What does that mean?" Ginny asked impatiently.
"It means that we've healed Harry's body the best we can, but we can't do anything to make him wake up," the healer replied. "And if he does wake up, he'll be serving months of bed rest."
"If?" Ginny whispered.
"I'm afraid I can't make you any promises," Healer Brown said.
Ginny felt the tears start falling down her cheeks again. She felt someone hug her from behind, but she couldn't stop crying. There was a chance that Harry would never wake up. She dropped her head on the table as the world around her became fuzzy.
"So what is your plan?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking.
"We're going to take him back to England."
"Does he have to stay in the hospital?" Tonks asked.
"No, as long as he has someone there to care of him," Healer Brown replied.
"I can take time off work and then Lily and I can move back into our old flat," Hermione said quickly.
"I can stay with him during my time off," Tonks added. "Actually, the Ministry will probably want an Auror around anyway."
"No," Ginny said softly, picked her head up from the table.
"What?" Tonks asked.
"I said no," Ginny replied firmly. "I'm going to be the one that takes care of him."
"You don't have to do that," Hermione interrupted.
"I want to!" Ginny snapped. "I love him, I don't have a job, and I'd just spend all the time I wasn't with him going crazy with worry. You took care of him before when he needed someone, and I'm going to do it now. You've both questioned whether or not I'd be there for Harry when he needed me, and I'll be damned if you take away my opportunity to care for him."
Hermione and Tonks both stared at Ginny like she was insane. Ginny stood up from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, daring them to argue with her.
"I'm sure that we'll all work something out," Arthur spoke up, putting his hand on Ginny's shoulder. Ginny knew that he was trying to help her keep her emotions in check, but she felt that if Hermione or Tonks was going to try and keep her away from Harry, she wouldn't hesitate to hex them.
"Well, I think I should be getting back to Harry," Healer Brown said, obviously uncomfortable in the situation.
"Tell him I love him," Ginny called as the healer left the room.
"On a completely different note," Tonks said awkwardly, chewing on the corner of her lip, "you were right about Jeff's dad, Ginny. There is no Auror working for the British Ministry that has the last name Collins."
"What does that mean?" Hermione asked quickly.
"It means that Jeff's a liar," Ginny answered angrily. "Can you go arrest him now?"
Tonks shook her head. "The only thing we have on him now is a hunch and the fact that he lied to his teammates about his family history. That's not nearly enough grounds to bring him in, especially considering the scandal it would cause. Minister Bones is very fair, and unfortunately, bringing Jeff in based on the little we know isn't fair."
"So, he's going to get away with it?" Ginny spat. "He's going to get away with almost killing Harry and Dustin, not to mention all of the people that were in the box?"
"The only thing we can do right now is keep looking. The less he thinks we suspect him the more likely he is to slip up," Tonks sighed.
"So we wait," Ginny said.
"We wait and watch," Tonks corrected. "If he's guilty like we think he is, he'll slip up… eventually."
The door to the room opened again and Healer Brown walked back in.
"Is something wrong with Harry?" Ginny asked quickly.
"No, but we would like you to come stay with him incase he starts to have more nightmares," the healer replied. "Will you come?"
"Of course," Ginny answered instantly.
"If you'd like to go back to your room and get some things that would be fine," Healer Brown said as she ushered Ginny out of the room.
Ginny shook her head. "No, just take me to Harry." Ginny walked back into Harry's room and immediately crawled into bed beside him. She placed her hand over his heart and took comfort in its steady heartbeat. "I'm here, Harry," she whispered. "I'm here for you. Just come back to me. You have to come back to me." Ginny wiped the tears from her cheek before resting her head on Harry's chest. "I love you, and I'll never leave you."
A/N Well, that is the end of Seeking the Truth. I do still have the epilogue to write, and it will be posted as soon as I can get it written and it can go through my beta. Just remember the key word here is sequel. That's important right now. Also, check out the revised version if you get the chance, there are a lot more clues and hints in there! Thanks for your support throughout this story. I never thought I'd write something that got 1000 reviews! Check my site this summer for updates on the sequel, the prequel series I'm writing, and the revisions. Thanks for all your support.