A/N – Happy 100 days til HPB everyone! (I posted especially on this day) It doesn't seem so far off now, does it? Actually, yes it does for me, but I'm just trying to be positive. Well, only 4 more chapters after this one, hard to believe right? A big thanks goes to Emma and Nessa for this chapter, they're unbelievable.

PLEASE READ: I've changed my penname to Sede2113 now, it's just easier and more… simple. Hope it doesn't confuse too many of you!

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Ch 24 – The Weakness in Me

Dedication: Smile88 – happy belated birthday!

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Last chapter:

And then Louise was gone, almost like a dream, a ghost. And in her place lay a single, familiar feather. Along with the pain Ginny had been relieved of for so little time.

Ginny stared at it and began making her choice.

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I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love

But to you, I give my affection, right from the start.

I have a lover who loves me - how could I break such a heart?

Yet still you get my attention.

Joan Armadtrading – The Weakness in Me

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"Today's the day." Arthur Weasley said with no emotion in his voice; no wavering, no weakness, just stating the truth. He knew – they all knew – that Mrs Weasley was going to leave them today. She had been spiralling slowly downwards since yesterday and the Healers predicted that today would be her last.

His sentence was met by the rest of the family with grim acceptance. They all had to finish saying their goodbyes today. And then, soon after that Ginny would follow her mother.

"Are they positive?" asked Ron, though he already knew the answer. He drummed his fingers anxiously on the armrest of the chair.

"They're not positive, but – they – think that it…" Mr Weasley said.

"Today's our last day with her," said Fred in a daze. "We're never going to see her again." He looked around, not at anyone in particular, looking like he couldn't believe it.

"I wish that we could all go to sleep and wake up to find that the past few months have been a dream," said George. Everyone silently agreed.

It was hard to believe they had all been happy yesterday with the news that all the charges had been dropped against them. They owed no money, the Burrow was theirs again, and Ginny could get her job back. Now there would be a new headmistress at Enfantes and the family at the Burrow would be a broken one.

Harry coughed and stood up. Everyone turned to look at him as he strode across the room to stand in front of them all. He looked nervous; he was tugging on his collar and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

"I, um," he coughed again and looked down, then back up again. "I've been thinking for a while – well actually not a while, only recently but what I wanted to say is that, er."

"Spit it out, Harry," said George sarcastically, but his mouth was twitching.

"Well, because of all this I've been thinking, well, I've decided actually that I'm not going back to Romania. My contract with the Rockets hasn't actually run out yet but Quidditch isn't a life-long thing. People play it in their prime and if they're good they can sometimes continue playing until they're thirty."

"Which is what you should do!" Ron interjected.

"Harry, you shouldn't ruin your career simply because of this, son," said Mr Weasley, frowning.

Harry shook his head. "No, I actually have been thinking about it for a while. Quidditch is great but it's not what I see myself doing for the next eight years or so. Of course, I'll still play for fun but …" He trailed off and shrugged. "Yesterday, I told Greg, my coach, that I was leaving. He wasn't happy but I think he sorta understood."

"Well, what else are you going to do?" asked Hermione, perplexed.

"I've put in my application to train as an Auror," said Harry, now looking nervous. He didn't know what they would think about this.

Every jaw dropped.

"An Auror?" Ron looked stunned.

"You don't think it's a good idea?"

"Are you kidding? It's bloody brilliant!" said Charlie, grinning.

"It's great idea, Harry! I even need a new partner, so when you've finished training, I'll ask the boss if you can come with me." said Ron. Harry grinned, his heart feeling lighter now.

Harry swivelled around to look at Hermione. "What do you think?"

Hermione smiled and looked pleased. "I think it's a wonderful idea. I'm surprised you didn't try for Auror training right after Hogwarts finished," she said.

"I guess because life as a Quidditch player sounded more…"

"Rich and famous material?" George suggested.

Harry blushed. "Maybe a bit, but more exciting, too."

"Wait, when did you put your application in, mate? They usually tell us when new people apply," said Ron, raising an eyebrow.

"Um," said Harry, "A few weeks ago?"

"But that's before this happened…" said Ron suspiciously.

Harry looked uncomfortable. "Well, this wasn't really the only reason for me quitting and staying here." Everyone waited for the other reason, or perhaps some of them knew, but wanted Harry to say it himself.

"What was the other reason?" asked Percy, looking baffled.

George coughed and it sounded oddly like he said 'Ginny!' in the middle of it.

Harry hesitated; he would have to tell them sometime, even if Ginny wouldn't be there with him. He sighed, as that thought depressed him once again. He wouldn't know what to do without Ginny, he was lost without her. They had only just found their lost love and now she was going to be snatched away.

"I fell in love with Ginny again," he said.

This statement was met with a silence, not an angry one, just a silence for them to process it. Harry felt like he had sealed it now; their love existed even more when other people knew. Now that love between them wouldn't die when Ginny did. Hermione looked proud that he had come out and said it, but Ron didn't know how to feel. He did, however, know that he would choose Harry above anyone for his baby sister. Every one of his brothers would. And Mr and Mrs Weasley.

Mr Weasley walked over and hugged Harry, tears in his eyes. "It's good to find someone who loves her as much as we all do."

Harry felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, like a weight dropping.

Someone else loved Ginny as much as they all did, too. That someone, though, didn't know she was dying, even though he deserved to. Jason Banton had every right to know Ginny was dying and Harry was damned if the man was going to be left in the dark simply because he and Ginny weren't engaged anymore.

"I do love her, Mr Weasley. More than anything. And I think – I think that Jason deserves to know about her. He loves her, too."

"I'd completely forgotten about him," said Fred.

Harry looked at them all. "I'll be back soon, I'm going to go tell him."

With that, he walked out of the room.

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He had to ask a few people where Jason Banton lived, but it wasn't long before he was standing at the gates of the huge beautiful mansion where Jason lived. He hadn't been at his office in the Ministry, so the only other place Harry could think of was his house.

He opened the gates and strolled up the path, noting the big green garden and clear pond. Ginny would have loved it here, being such an outdoors person. Harry felt a pang shoot right through his heart. Would have. She wouldn't ever now. Not that it was only because of her illness, but because she had broken the engagement.

Harry knocked on the front door, letting the big glossy wooden knocker fall back with a thud. The door was opened after a few seconds by a perky, bright faced girl whom Harry assumed was the housekeeper.

"Hi, is Mr Banton in?"

"Yes, sir, he is but I don't think he's up to having guests right now."

"Please, it's important," said Harry, staring at her intently.

"Well…" The girl looked troubled but she sighed and stepped aside to let him in.

"Is he ill?" asked Harry once he was inside.

"No, no, not ill. I think something went wrong with his fiancé because he's kept to his office since she came to see him yesterday." The housekeeper looked sympathetic now. Harry gulped; Jason had obviously taken what Ginny had told him badly.

"All right. Well. Um, yes. So." Harry shifted from foot to foot nervously. "I'll only be a minute or so."

Suddenly, the girl's eyes widened. "Say, you're Harry Potter!"

"Er, yeah." Harry felt stupid. He wasn't that bloody famous. Well, okay, he was, but that was all years ago. When he had destroyed Voldemort.

"Wow." The girl just looked at him, like one would look at a fascinating piece of art.

Harry rolled his eyes discreetly and waited for her to show him to Jason's office. She snapped out of her reverie quickly.

"Follow me, its right down the hall." She kept throwing him admiring glances as he followed her down the long, richly furnished hallway. She stopped outside a large oak door and rapped on it smartly.

"Yes, Amy?" called the voice from inside the room.

"Someone here to see you, sir," she replied.

"Who is it?"

"Harry Potter."

There wasn't even a second's hesitation before Jason said, quite coolly, "I have no wish to speak to him."

Amy looked at Harry, eyes wide. "I'm sure it's not personal, he's just a bit upset. Is it really that important?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm sure it's personal," said Harry grimly. "And yes, it's very important."

"Mr Banton, he says it is very important."

"Amy, I want him out of the house." The door was still closed.

Amy looked apologetic. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "But I think you're gonna have to leave."

"Please, I need to speak to him!" Harry begged.

"I'm sorry, but he won't see you." Amy truly did look unhappy. "Not today, at least."

"He needs to know! Otherwise it'll be too late and he'll regret it!" Harry yelled.

Amy looked interested. "Too late for what? What will he regret?"

Harry ignored her and moved passed her to get to the door.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, trying to stop him.

Harry tried the door but it was locked. "Jason, get out here now! Stop being so stubborn and bitter!"

"Get out of my house before I call someone to have you dragged out," said Jason, his voice filled with rage.

Harry kicked the door in anger. "Dammit Jason, just open the door!"

"Amy, call the Ministry," said Jason curtly. Amy looked torn, she wanted to obey her employer but didn't want to kick out one of her heroes.

"Jason, Ginny's dying!" Harry yelled, trying one last time. "And if you don't get out here now, you'll never get to say goodbye!"

Everyone stopped. Harry heard footsteps on the other side of the door and seconds later it swung open. Jason stood in the doorway looking pale and worn. Amy looked between the two men, transfixed.

"What?" Jason whispered, staring at Harry, all his anger forgotten. Harry's anger faded too; Jason had every right to be bitter.

Harry closed his eyes and said in a tight, hollow voice. "She's dying. She's gotten sick and she's dying."

Jason stood there, looking like he couldn't believe it. "No. No! She was here just yesterday, she – she was fine!" he said hoarsely.

Harry nodded miserably. "I know."

Jason looked at Amy. "Thank-you Amy, we're fine now." Amy nodded, still wide-eyed and walked back down the hall somewhat reluctantly.

Harry followed Jason into his office, feet dragging every step of the way.

Jason turned back around and faced Harry. "How? What happened? Where is she?"

"The accident at Gringotts, they thought she was fine but – but she…"

"Wasn't," finished Jason, looking aghast.

"How long does she have?" His voice was clipped.

"Probably a few days," Harry stared out the window determinedly.

"Oh my Merlin, she can't die," Jason's head was in his hands. Harry looked at the young man in front of him, for the first time appreciating just how much Jason loved Ginny.

"The Healers don't expect Mrs Weasley to live past today," said Harry.

"Today? But – but that's…"

"It's too soon; she's too young to die, I know. Both of them are. I'm not sure the rest of the Weasley's will get through this." Harry wasn't looking at Jason, just staring at nothing.

"Is she at St Mungo's?"

"Yes."

Silence fell for a few minutes. Then –

"Why did you quit the Rockets? You had a huge career still," said Jason.

"I found something that was more important to me," said Harry.

Jason looked at him carefully and then spoke very quietly. "Do you love her?"

Harry sighed, not wanting to get into this. "Jason…" he began.

"No, tell me, dammit, I need to know. Do you love her?" Jason was gripping the side of his desk so hard that Harry thought it would break, but Jason's face remained eerily calm.

"Yes," said Harry simply. "More than anything, or anyone. I can't imagine how every man isn't in love with her. She's perfect." The words were slipping out his tongue, gliding through him. "And I know she won't even be here much longer but if I was here, in England, I'd feel closer to her somehow. Like – like…" Harry moved his hands about him, not knowing how to express himself. "Like if I went back to Romania, it would be more like she didn't exist. While here, people know her. They knew her. I can talk about her and know everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about because they loved her, too."

Jason nodded. "Good." He looked at Harry honestly, raw emotion showing on his face. "I wouldn't give her up for anything less than that."

Harry realised how good a man this person was and a stab of guilt went through him. He knew that he had felt the same way as Jason when he thought Ginny loved Jason more. In the end though, neither of them would have her. They would only have her memory.

"You should go see her while she's still conscious… it won't be long until…" Harry didn't finish.

Jason was staring at his lush green carpet. "Of course."

"Right. Well, yes. I'll go now," said Harry weakly. His earlier anger was gone, replaced by sympathy.

Jason nodded and walked him to the door. "Listen," he began. "Thanks for – for coming and telling me." Jason looked awkward as he said this.

"You're welcome," said Harry.

"I was bitter, but I can see you love her and she obviously loves you and… any man she loves is fine by me."

Harry was humbled. Ginny could obviously do no wrong in Jason's eyes. Sure, he'd be angry. He'd be upset or confused or… but in the end, Ginny was his everything and he was letting Harry have that everything.

"Thank you."

And then Harry left, not quite sure if he was more or less troubled after the visit with Jason.

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Ginny stared at the feather. It lay at the end of her bed, still glowing in some sort of enchanting light. She closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow, biting her tongue to keep from crying out at the pain. The feather had taunted her all day, sitting there innocently on her bed. A reminder that last night was not just a dream and that she, Ginny, was going to have to make the hardest choice she'd ever have to in her life. Save her own life, or her mothers?

The door opened and someone walked in. Ginny turned her head slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was. George's sad face gave a half-hearted smile when he saw she was looking at him.

"Hello Gin," he said as he sat down. His eyes were wet.

"Were – were you… crying?" Ginny whispered.

George shrugged, not meeting her eyes. He looked pained and embarrassed and upset. So many different emotions; Ginny couldn't tell properly that he was feeling.

"Just spoke with Mum. Well, talked at her. She can't answer. She…" George swore and stood up, pacing about the room.

"She what?" Ginny watched her brother with her eyes; it took up too much strength to move her head.

"Today." His voice was croaky. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. "She's going to – leave… today."

"Leave?" Ginny was confused.

"Die, Gin. They said that she's used the last of her strength. She won't last until dawn. She's never going to see tomorrow."

Ginny felt her stomach plummet. It was too soon, too unfair.

George swore again and crossed the room to the side of her bed and grasped her hand in his two large ones. "Ginny, don't leave us. Please don't die. We - we can't live without the both of you!"

Ginny felt tears prick at her eyes and she squeezed his hand as tightly as she could, which wasn't much. "Oh, George. I wish I could. You don't know how much I wish I could."

George let his head drop on the bed and his shoulders heaved. "What have we done to deserve all of this? All that's happened… we – we don't deserve… we…" His voice was muffled.

She was going to go insane. She was lying in this bed while her brother laid himself bare and vulnerable, her mother was dying, and she couldn't do a thing about it – or even see her.

Or maybe she could.

Her gaze lingered and fell on the single white feather lying on her bedside table. There was something she could do. But could she?

Life wasn't the same for her anymore, too many things had changed. Ginny didn't know how to live in a life without her mother and with so much misery surrounding her. Besides, who would miss her if she was gone? Sure, there was her family and possibly Luna and Neville, Jason then perhaps Cath and… and…

Harry.

Harry would miss her. Ginny bit her lip. Love. How did she know if love could last a lifetime though? She had thought Jason and her would love each other forever but look where that had gone. The only reason she had found Jason in the first place was because her and Harry's love had been ruined. So love wasn't really a good reason in the first place.

She looked down at George. That reminded her about what George had said about Harry thinking of her as a schoolgirl with a crush. He probably had no idea that his angry comment that hadn't been true had caused Harry to leave the country. And that proved that love wasn't really forever and eternity. She was deluding herself and she knew it, but she only wanted to justify her decision.

No one would be able to plough onwards without Mrs Weasley. She was the soul of the Burrow and the family. The Grandmother of all. Ginny wouldn't be missed as much. It was pure and simple, though no one would come right out and say it. Ginny bit her lip; she knew deep inside that she was only lying, but it made her feel better for what she was about to do.

So Louise was wrong, that choice wasn't so hard in the end.

"George?"

Her brother lifted his head, eyes red.

"I'm – I'm feeling quite tired. Would you mind if I…?"

George nodded, standing up abruptly. "No, no, you get your rest. You need it." He hesitated and then squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead. Ginny stared at him. George wasn't into public affection. Well, not even affection really. It was too serious. But then, what could be a more serious situation than this?

Ginny closed her eyes and pretended to doze off. The door closed and everything was silent.

And Ginny lay in wait, staring fixedly at the feather until her chance came.

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Night. Everything was still and quiet. Only the occasional rustle of a Healer's robes could be heard coming down the hallway. Moonlight streamed through the open curtains of Ginny's window and created an eerie pattern of shadows on her small bed. Other than that, not a single sound pierced the night. She stared at the silvery orb through the window and then back at the feather, noting the similar glow. The room was dark but she could see the outline of everything, shadows stretching over the floor.

Ginny took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut as she drew off her covers and the cool air hit her legs. She couldn't get cold feet now, the choice had been made and she would see it through. Ginny panted, a cold sweat breaking out over her forehead. She didn't have the strength to do this; she was too weak and ill. She already felt like dropping dead after only sitting up. Her bare feet touched the ground and she shivered. She stumbled to the desk across the room, grabbed a sheet of paper, walked unsteadily back to where the feather lay innocently on her bedside table, and picked it up with the paper.

Slowly she turned towards the open door. The corridor was lit dimly by lanterns that flickered incessantly, making Ginny blink. The light made the calm, white hallway look eerie in effect. Ginny gripped the feather tighter in the paper and took another deep breath before shuffling shakily towards the door. She reached the door and gripped the knob, breathing heavily and feeling slightly dizzy.

Ginny stepped out of the room cautiously and looked left and right before making her way slowly down the corridor to where her mother lay, nearing death. She had her hand supporting her by leaning on the wall and she kept having to stop to catch her breath to stop the dizzy feeling for a few minutes.

Images were running through her mind. Laughing in childhood, first days of Hogwarts, first glimpse of Harry, growing up surrounded by love, then being surrounded in Harry's love… and then Jason's love… and back to Harry… Bree Warren's sly, malicious face… The images kept flashing through her mind, blinding her and hurting her and making her feel powerless and small. Her life. Her life was flashing by her eyes and she couldn't stop it and she knew why: she was dying.

Ginny could tell even without the help of a Healer that she wouldn't live as long as her mother had in the coma, what she was doing now was stealing all her energy and there would be a price to pay. And that was an earlier death. But that didn't matter; it was inevitable that she would die. Why not speed it up and get it over with?

She stumbled and hit the ground with a painful thud. Colours flashed behind her eyes and for second she couldn't move or breathe; the pain was so bad. She sobbed aloud, tears dropping onto the ground that was inches away from her face. The feather had landed a few hand spans away from her arm and she reached out and grabbed it, careful not to touch it herself so it would transfer its power into her instead of her mother. She shuddered a deep breath and put her hand against the wall to heave herself up with difficulty.

Once up, she continued on blindly, one foot in front of the other. An image of Harry standing above just before he kissed her flashed into her mind without warning and made her stumble and fall again. She swore inwardly as the pain overcame her and enveloped her. Doggedly, she picked up the feather again and stood up, wobbling dangerously. She was numb from the pain. Needle like pains jabbed into her forehead and then she began feeling the pricking of needles all over her head. She couldn't see anymore.

She walked a few steps further and stumbled again. She flung her hands out to stop from falling over but it was no use. She struck the ground and lay there, unmoving. Tears were running down her cheeks and the feather had fluttered away from the bit of paper onto the floor. The pain was unbearable and she wanted to cry out and scream and never feel again.

And she knew she would never fall again because she would never get up again. She had no strength left. Ginny sobbed and reached her hand out and grabbed the paper and then picked up the feather with it. She tucked it into her sleeve and looked up from where she lay on the ground. The corridor seemed endless, almost timeless. But she had to get to her mother before it was too late.

Slowly, she stretched her hand in front of her and dragged herself forward. Then she reached out her other arm and laid her hand down on the floor and pulled herself forward again. She wept from the pain but kept on dragging herself onwards. The doors on either side of her blurred as she went by them, everything hazy. The wall, the flickering lamps… only her hands remained the same, pushing her forward as she kept going.

Each time she laid a palm down to drag herself ahead someone she loved appeared in her mind. It was if those images were taunting her, teasing her, trying to make her give up and use the feather for herself.

No, Ginny thought with desperation, I must do this.

Blood was rushing to her head and she couldn't tell the ceiling from the floor or left from right because she was so dizzy and in pain. Colours were dancing wickedly behind her eyes and she felt a dry retch contract her throat.

Then…. she was there. She had reached her mother's door. It was open a crack and Ginny grabbed the edge of the door frame and dragged herself into the room. She pulled herself over to the bed, where her mother lay as silent and as pale as the dead. Mrs Weasley's breathing was laboured and Ginny could tell she was possibly only minutes from slipping away into the spirit's world.

Ginny shivered; the pale nightdress did little to protect her from the cold. Her hands shook as she pulled herself up to her knees so that she could reach Mrs Weasley's hands. Merlin, please let this work, she begged silently. Her head was spinning and Ginny felt faint as she placed the feather in Mrs Weasley's hands and placing them over her mother's heart.

And then she stumbled to her feet and she felt a rush of blood to the head. The room spun and Ginny wobbled, but now she didn't care. Her mother was safe and she had nothing to worry about.

She was unconscious before she hit the floor.

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"Mr Weasley?"

Mr Weasley jerked awake, shaking his head and looking around dazedly. It must have been about two am in the morning.

"Er, yes?" he replied, still looking half asleep. The rest of the Weasley's were sleeping soundly in the waiting room still, he was the only one awake. Mr Weasley looked into the eyes of the anxious Healer.

"It's your daughter, sir," said the Healer nervously.

Mr Weasley was instantly awake. "Ginny! What? What happened to her?" He was on his feet now, glasses on properly.

"She's gone into a coma. I just found her on my shift. She was-" The Healer stopped and looked confused.

"Where? Where was she? Where is she now?" He was becoming even more worried.

"She was beside your wife's bed, collapsed on the floor unconscious. The Healers are looking over her now but her condition is critical and… yes, she's in a coma."

Mr Weasley was angry now. "How did she get there? Why did no one see this? You're saying this was during your shift!"

"There are a number of rooms and corridors on my shift," said the Healer as gently as possible.

Mr Weasley sunk back down onto the couch. "So I can't see her?"

"Not until morning at least. She – she won't live more than two days now." The Healer looked sad now, pitying. "I suggest you get some rest and tell the rest of your family in the morning."

Mr Weasley nodded, still in shock. "And – and … my wife?"

"Not yet…" she sighed. "Not long though. I'm sorry," she whispered.

"She won't be… tomorrow morning."

"I'm sorry." And with that the Healer turned away with a swish of her robe, hiding the tear in her own eye.

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Kay Eventide walked down the hall, checking the papers on the doors outside each hospital room. Everything seemed in order. Time to do the job she least wanted to do. It was times like these she regretted her life as a Healer; times when she had to be the first to check on a dead person - a person who had died in this hospital, times when she had to tell the grieving family or sweetheart who had lost a loved one, times when she wished for a miracle.

In this case, a mother and wife. Kay stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. She had heard about the troubles of this particular family. Heard how one of the son's wives had lost a baby, how the daughter was now in a coma and would die soon too, like her mother. Her mother who lay dead behind this very door. It was too much tragedy for one family, a good family. A good family who didn't deserve all of this.

Taking another deep breath, Kay opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hello, dear. Would you be so kind as to get me a spot of tea?" asked a cheery, motherly voice from the bed. "I'm very parched, it's like I haven't had anything to drink in days."

Kay gasped and gripped the doorknob, knees going weak as she stared at the bright and smiling woman in front of her, sitting up on the bed and looking at her expectantly.

"Oh and dear? Could you please tell me why I am in St Mungo's?"

It was a miracle.

I trust you enjoyed this chapter, hopefully the next one won't take so long to post. But until then, as my friend and beta always says: keep HPing!

Thanks to: Harry and Ginny 4eva, Ms. Realista, IndiaInk, JayBird, ginnyroxmysox, Queen Tigress, michaelrccurtis, silversneverbeenbetter, The Stump, Harrys lover, Becca, VoicezWithin, Lil Lillian, Kimberly, HpC0ldplay, harrysmom, sunlitmist, Harry kid, Akemi, kareema, XxHellzAngelxX, lily-potter2010, Geminia, Smile88, xiaoxiao, James Potter's Lily Flowe, little-angel123452000, AndromedaBlack-thelesserknown, william488, How I Rescued the Potato Salad, Bruinen, hershykat, mello80, dnd4ever

shakerchica8890 – Ginny took longer to fall ill from the gas because she was in less contact with it than Mrs Weasley.

iamJulianne – glad I made you cry, (in a good sense, of course!), getting an emotion like that our of a reader always makes me smile.

Hannahlulu – I agree, stupid feather, it shouldheal 4 times but alas, no. That's not the way it goes. I'll definitely tell you when I begin posting TD but if I'm on your alerts you'll automatically know.

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CrazedChipmunk – I LOVE California, whereabouts did you go?

Tortured-Maz – so glad to hear from you again – of course I remember you! Thanks for your concern, I'm doing a lot better now. Kind of. I'll have a look at those drabbles.

Trina – oh my goodness, someone finally mentioned the Mr/Mrs Weasley scene! I'm so glad you liked that, I put a lot of thought into that, even though it was so short and was hoping someone would notice it. Thankyou thankyou!

Swishy Willow Wand – I definitely suggest Message in a Bottle then. And his books (if you like reading), they're superb as well. They usually reduce me to waterworks lol. Good guess by the way.

A Lack of Colour – an opportunity to record? That's awesome! You must be sooo excited. Well, you'd at least better finish your fic. I'm doin alright, better – at least.

Caillion – you brought a smile to my face. Nice to know you care. I've never head or Sofie's Choice, but it sounds sad. Glad you liked the Quidditch bit.

CSIcrazy – hey thanks for all those excellent reviews! I love when a new person reviews not just the latest but all the chapters. Really means they love it, so thanks.

cggeek241 – another reviewer said exactly the same thing, but I've never heard of Sofie's Choice. Is it good?

Deer boy – eep, this fic probably doesn't help to much with what you're going through at the moment. I hope you're feeling better! I wish I could give you a hug. You've got me all worried about you, young lady!

Well done for those of you who knew who Ginny would choice. Isn't it great being right? I'm surprised none of you have guessed what's going to happen though, you should soon. Anyway, happy 100 days until HPB comes out day! Love Sede