This Summer is Different
By Yellownotepaper
Chapter Four
The next ten minutes were a complete blur to Ron, who upon apparating into his little sister's room, almost fainted at the sight of Ginny lying unconscious on the floor. He steadied himself and rushed to her aid, propping her up with pillows from her bed.
Hermione was almost as worried as Ron was about his sister; after deciding that the pillows weren't enough, they carried her up to the bed so she wouldn't have to lie on the cold, hard floor. Hermione was scouring every inch of the room, and just as they were about done supporting Ginny again on her bed, a piece of cloth caught her eye by the closet. Ginny had only opened it a few inches, so you could only see into it if you were standing right by the opening.
While Ron was worriedly brooding over Ginny, Hermione cautiously tiptoed over to the doors. Carefully picking up the slip of cloth, she pulled out what appeared to be a cloak, and, quickly realizing what this meant, she flung open the closet doors.
She audibly gasped, eyes tearing up in shock. Blood was flowering out in a dark puddle, and, suddenly, things went blurry. Blindly groping around the closet, she found his shoulders and pulled him to her chest, tears silently running down her pale face. Clutching her face painfully, she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes.
"Ron! Get Ginny off of the bed!" She cried, abruptly snapping back to her normal, bossy way of thinking. What was I doing? She mentally scolded herself for letting her emotions take over and hurriedly began to rush about. Upon laying eyes on Harry, Ron's eyes widened in shock and he began to tremble almost uncontrollably. As he dragged Ginny's limp body off the bed, Hermione muttered the same charm that she had performed on her leg just fifteen minutes earlier, only it was aimed at Harry.
He was a mess of blood; she couldn't even tell where it was all coming from. The most obvious place was his forehead… whatever had happened, someone had screwed Harry up very well. In the place of his scar was… a bloody hole. You could see the pinkish white of his skull through the blood if you looked very hard, which was very disquieting.
"I thought Ginny said he left a note…" Ron said softly, shivering and patting Hermione on the back. She was crying silently into his shoulder while Harry was lying on Ginny's bed, barely conscious. The whole thing was a huge mess.
A:N/Sorry, short chappie I know, but I can only go off of what Laur already wrote until she writes the next chappie. Very very sorry. Really. I am. snickers Here, howabout a deal – you review, I'll get Laur to write another chappie. Sounds good to me!
Erin