Harry couldn't sleep. Why do they think I'd do this to myself? It doesn't make sense. Even if I were going to cut myself up this bad, geeze I would just kill myself and get it over with. The room was getting brighter; the sun was coming up. He started to feel tired, and tried to sleep. He wasn't asleep long though, because a loud crash came from the kitchen. Harry opened his eyes and saw Ginny sitting in a big chair across the room. "I think she's angry." Ginny said "Fred and George really made her mad when they blew a hole in Ron's room." Harry moaned and tried to roll over, but his left leg wouldn't let him. It started hurting really bad. He winced and threw his head back onto the pillow. "Are you alright?" Ginny asked
"Yeah I'm fine." Harry said
"Are you sure? You don't sound alright."
"Does it look like I'm all right? My two best friends think I'm suicidal and my head feels like its going to explode, but yes, I'm great." Ginny looked down at her hands. They were both silent until Mrs. Weasley came in. She was carrying a plate with toast on it.
"Here Harry. Eat some of this. You need to eat before you take your medicine."
She left the room, and Harry set the plate on the floor. He didn't feel like eating. He just wanted to be alone. Mrs. Weasley came back with a few small bottles and a thermometer. "Come on Harry. You have to eat something."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well if you want to get better you'd better eat." She picked up the plate and handed it to him. Harry sat up and started eating some of the toast. "There you go." Harry ate two pieces of toast and then he set the plate back on the floor. Mrs. Weasley handed him the thermometer. Harry stuck it in his mouth and waited. When it was done, Mrs. Weasley looked at it and shook her head. "That's what I thought. 101 degrees (Fahrenheit - If you were wondering)." She pointed to the small bottles. "You have to drink every one of those. Better get started." She picked up the plate and went back into the kitchen. Every one of the medicines were extremely nasty tasting.
"Ginny have you ever had to take these medicines before?"
"Yeah."
"How often do I have to take them?"
"As often as mum says to." Ginny answered with a smile.
Harry was starting to feel sick. "I thought medicine was supposed to make you feel better."
"It wouldn't be too bad if she didn't make you take the one for blood clotting. It was the one that tasted like the sardine flavored every flavor beans." Harry lied back down and looked over at Ginny.
"Does everyone really think that I tried to kill myself?" he asked
"Well... yeah."
"Do you think that?"
"No... because I knew you wouldn't hurt yourself like that. But well after what's happened to you... if it happened to me I'd want to hurt myself. But I didn't think you were like that."
"I'm not. I was attacked. I guess you've never seen a vengeance demon." Ginny shook her head. "They're worse than dementors. Much worse."
"I've never actually seen a dementor either. Not what's under that hood, anyway." "Take a basilisk, give it some claws, and slice it up a little. That's what I saw." Ginny shivered.
"Yeah I'd have defiantly killed myself if I'd seen that."
Harry slept most of that day. When he woke up, Ginny was still sitting in the same chair. "You like that chair, don't you?"
"Well you took my couch." she giggled. The whole house seemed unusually quiet. "Where is everyone?"
"Fred and George went back to the shop this morning, Ron and Hermione are outside, Charlie is up in his room, dad's at work, mum went to Diagon Alley, and I'm sitting here." It took Harry a minute to remember why Charlie was at home. He'd been hurt by a Hungarian Horntail a while ago.
"Is Charlie alright?"
"You're just full of questions aren't you? Yes he's fine." They just sat there for what seemed like forever. Harry was starting to feel uncomfortable. He caught himself looking at Ginny. (winkwink hint hint) She looked at him, and Harry looked down at the floor. Suddenly she jumped out of her chair. "Mummy's home." Harry looked up at the clock and saw that the clock hand for Mrs. Weasley was moving toward 'home'. He could hear her and Ginny talking. Ginny came back into the living room. "She wants to know if you want to eat dinner."
Harry smiled "Sure." Mrs. Weasley followed Ginny.
"Are you feeling better dear?" she asked
"Yeah."
"Good, good." Mrs. Weasley went back to the kitchen, and Ginny followed. Harry leaned against the back of the couch. Soon he could smell what they were cooking, and it was making him hungry. Then he heard an odd noise coming down the stairs. Charlie was coming downstairs on what looked like magical crutches.
"Hello Harry."
"Hey." Harry noticed Charlie's leg. It was bandaged more than his was. "What happened?"
"Well to make the story short, the dragon grabbed my leg with his mouth."
"Ouch." Harry said. "And I thought my leg was painful."
"It should be after what happened." He started to hobble towards the kitchen. "Oh and Harry, don't believe what Ron keeps saying. We all know you couldn't have done that to yourself." Finally someone who believes me, Harry thought.
After dinner, Harry was still on the couch. Ron was teaching Hermione how to play chess, Ginny was reading, and Charlie was sitting at the other end of Harry's couch. Hermione beat Ron for the first time. As she was doing her victory dance ("Ha ha I beat you!"), she noticed that Harry was watching her. She finished her dance and sat back down to play again, looking slightly embarrassed. As Ron was setting up his pieces, Hermione stood up and whispered something to him. "Yeah yeah we will Hermione. Now move." Ron answered. Harry swung his legs around, so that he was sitting with his feet on the ground. Everyone looked up at him.
"Did you want me to stay in one position all day?" They went back to what they were doing. Harry really wanted to get up and walk around, but he didn't know if he could. Well, it's worth a try. Here it goes, he thought, and he stood up. There wasn't any pain. Even when he started walking around. Ginny jumped up and came to his side. "No, it's alright. I'm fine." He walked off across the room. Ginny went back to her chair.
"Harry be careful. Your leg hasn't healed all the way. You could tear open the cut." Hermione said. Harry ignored her and walked over to Ginny's chair. He sat on the arm and watched Hermione beat Ron again.