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Ginny slowly applied a light coat of mascara then examined herself in the mirror over her dresser. She sighed heavily, then grabbed her purse and was about to apparate to Hermione's flat when she remembered it wasn't good for the baby. With that in mind she took a pinch of floo and said clearly into the fireplace "Hermione's", then stepped in. The swirling immediately made her stomach hurt, but she was soon in the familiar living room.
"Oh, Gin!" she said coming out of her bedroom, "I'll just be a minute," she grabbed her purse and they headed to Diagon Alley to go baby shopping.
The heavy heart that Ginny had had since Harry's disappearance did not lighten any as they were filing through racks of baby clothes at Bundle of Joy, a small store in Diagon Alley.
"Hermione, this just doesn't seem right, you know without Harry here," Ginny sighed replacing a jumper she had been examining. "Maybe we should just postpone this until we can actually find him."
Hermione sighed, and turned to Ginny, "Come on, let's go find a place to eat." They were both silent until they took a seat at the Leaky Cauldron. It was making Ginny slightly uncomfortable until Hermione looked into her eyes and held her hands on top of the table.
"Ginny, I need you to hear me out. He's been gone for almost 6 months, honey. I know it hurts, and I know it's painful. Believe me, you may have loved him in a different way, but trust me I loved him too. He was a wonderful, fabulous man. But, you're having a baby, his baby. Even though it's hard you have try to put your own feelings aside and worry about him or her. I'm just afraid that once your baby is born, you're going to be so wrapped up in missing him that you won't be able to love again. You need to try."
Ginny looked into Hermione's chocolate colored eyes, the sadness that filled them was almost unbearable to look at. "Hermione, why won't you say Harry's name?" she demanded angrily.
She looked down at the table, "It hurts too much to remember, to think about him."
Ginny rose from the table, "It hurts ten times more to forget. How can you possibly ask me to forget?" as she reached down to the floor to grab her handbag a horrible pain shot through her stomach. She gasped in pain and grabbed her belly.
"Oh, God," Hermione exclaimed and she rushed to Ginny just in time to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Come on Potter, get up," said a loud, cold voice from under the hooded cloak. The figure kicked him again, this time into the stone wall, of what appeared to be a cell. Harry made an effort to rise, but it didn't seem like he could. His face was covered with dry, red blood that matched the stains on his tarnished robes. They were torn and tattered, through the rips Harry's ribs could be seen sticking out under his skin. "I SAID GET UP!" He rose slightly, but soon his legs gave out beneath him. Another kick was directed at his stomach, then to his head.
The hooded figure laughed, raised his wand, "CRUCIO!" Yet, instead of Harry crying out in pain, a gold force field surrounded him. Frowning, the deatheater lowered his wand. Harry folded over on the ground exhausted. "CRUCIO!" He was too weak this time. The curse hit him, straight on. His face was scrunched up tightly, he was trying his hardest not to scream.
"Come on Potter, scream!" Harry wouldn't make a sound though. The deatheater held the curse until finally a whimper escaped his dry lips. Harry fell to the ground, out cold. Sniggering, the man walked over and flipped Harry over one his back. Removing his hood Lucious Malfoy raised his wand yet again; he chanted "Turnokii loff," a blue light rose off his body into his wand.
"That'll do for a while, I'll be back later," with one last kick, he left the cell and a bleeding Harry behind him.
Ginny felt the sweat dripping down her face from the nightmare, and she could hear quiet whispers around her, but her eyes were so heavy she couldn't open them.
"Ginny, love, wake up," she knew that voice! It was Harry's voice! With all she had in her she wrenched her eyes open, only to find herself alone in a white room. This wasn't the first time it had happened since Harry's disappearance. She had heard his voice before, yet it was still as disappointing as the first time to wake up and find yourself alone.
Silent tears were sliding down her face as the door opened and a puffy faced Mrs. Weasley walked in.
"Oh, darling, you're awake! I'll just run and fetch a Healer then," not two minutes later a tall, thin healer walked in.
"Hello, Mrs. Potter, how are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, but I'm all right. What happened?"
"To be completely honest, I'm not quite sure," then a horrible thought crossed Ginny's mind.
"How's my baby?"
The Healer smile, "Your baby is perfectly fine, Mrs. Potter. Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
Thinking about it for a second Ginny shook her head, "No, I think I'd like to be surprised."
"Very well, I'm going to have to ask you to stay the rest of the night however. Just as a precaution and you'll be free to go in the morning," Ginny nodded her thanks as the healer left.
"Ginny, you had us so very worried. Hermione said you just sort of fell over. She rushed you here of course and then flooed us. Thank God you're all right," Ginny felt an instantly guilty about the way she had talked to Hermione. She was just trying to help.
"Is Hermione still here?"
"Yes, but she's working her shift. She said she'd stop in when she's through. I had better go and tell your father the good news. They would not let him out of work." After fussing with her pillow and a kiss on the cheek Mrs. Weasley left.
Sitting in the room, Ginny was alone with her thoughts. She had had other nightmares about Harry, but none had been this vivid or gruesome. No matter how hard Ginny tried the image of Harry passed out and bleeding wouldn't escape her mind.
A soft knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. "Come in," said Ginny wondering who it might be. Hermione poked her head through the door.
"Okay to come in?" she questioned looking slightly nervous. Ginny nodded as Hermione entered.
"How are you feeling," she said looking at her feet.
"What's wrong?" She shuffled her feet and when she looked up there were tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry I did this to you Gin. I'm so very sorry."
"What are you talking about? This wasn't your fault. The Healers aren't even sure what happened."
"I know but I made you so upset, and I was wrong. You can't forget. He was your husband. It was just stupid of me to sugg-."
"Is," said Ginny slowly.
"Is what?"
"Harry is my husband, not was."
"Oh, right," said Hermione looking as if she didn't want to upset Ginny again, but never the less doubtful.
"I just had a dream that Harry was in a cell and being tortured by Lucious Malfoy. He kept torturing him and kicking him. He was bleeding so badly," Ginny' eyes filled with tears, but she kept going, "And then when Harry passed out, Malfoy said some sort of enchantment and a blue light shot out of him, into his wand," Ginny shivered, "It was horrible."
Hermione's head shot up, "A blue light?"
"Yes, but why?"
"It went straight into his wand?"
"Yes, but I don't see-,"
"Was he sleeping or knocked out or anything?"
"Yeah, but why does it matter?"
"It might not, I have to go, Gin. Feel better I'll see you later," Hermione rushed out leaving a very confused Ginny behind.
Hours later Ginny was still in the hospital with only her kicking baby to keep her company.
"Sweetheart, you constantly playing football is making Mummy very uncomfortable," Ginny told her stomach realizing how weird it would look if someone walked in on her having a conversation with her belly. And that's just what happened.
Ron's red head could be seen poking in the door. "Hey Gin, how are you feeling," he asked with a concerned voice, bringing in a bouquet of flowers with him.
"I'm fine Ron; I just took a little spill. We're fine," she said patting her tummy.
"Oh good, you gave us all quite a fright. You were out for quite for some time. I was just able to get out of work."
"It's fine, but do you have something I could do? I'm bored out of my bloody mind in here."
"Er, just some parchment you could doodle on?"
"Good enough," Ginny said eager for anything to do.
"Well, have to get back to work; I was just able to sneak out for my lunch break."
"Thanks, Ronnikins," she said sweetly as he leaned down to peck her on the cheek.
Alone again with her thought Ginny started absent mindedly doodling on the parchment, her mid elsewhere. After a while her quill ran out of ink, as she reached over to the nightstand more her eyes fell onto the parchment. The quill fell to the floor, and Ginny's eyes widened. Sketched on the paper was a tall stone castle, dispersed all around its enormous exterior. Floating over it was the dark mark.
A/N: That was probably boring for the most part. Sorry about that, please REVIEW. As you can tell I'm in desperate need of help. Lol. Thanks again to those who reviewed.