Ginny returned to St. Mungo's only a few hours after the quidditch match with Ravenclaw. As she walked down the hall toward Harry's room she greeted several healers on the way. During the time she had spent there, she had come to know many of them quite well.

Ginny rounded the corner that would take her to room two, and found Remus Lupin sitting outside the door along with Tonks.

"Welcome back, Ginny," Tonks said as she stood to greet her.

"Thanks," Ginny said. "It's good to see you again, Professor Lupin. What did you do to dislodge Moody from his chair out here?"

"Oh, he just had to take a letter over to the Ministry to be checked out," Lupin said.

"Checked out?" Ginny asked. "Was there a problem with it?"

"Well…" Lupin said. "It's nothing you need to worry about for now. There is someone who is very anxious to see you right now."

"Funny thing," Ginny said. "I happen to be anxious to see someone myself."

"Ah, to be young and in love," Tonks said with a glance at Lupin.

"Healer Snagprat is in with Harry now, but I think you can go on in," Lupin said not daring to look at Tonks.

Ginny walked into the room just as Snagprat was saying, "…let you know if there is any further progress."

"Ginny," Harry said with a smile spreading across his face.

Ginny was almost at a loss for words as she looked at Harry. When she had left him he was still laying face down on the bed unable to move anything but his hands, and not being very happy about it. Now he was sitting up in the bed reaching his arms out to her for their first real hug in months. She quickly ran to him and wrapped her arms around him, feeling his arms envelope her gently as the feeling of joy washed through her.

"Oh, I missed you so much, Harry," Ginny said.

"I missed you too, Gin," Harry whispered in her ear.

"Well I'll leave you two to catch up for now," Snagprat said. "I'll check in on you again later."

When he had gone, Ginny asked, "Was that your progress he was talking about when I came in?"

"Oh, no," Harry said. "Just something else we've been talking about."

"Well, anyway," Ginny said smiling, "your progress seems to be going quite well. Just look at you sitting up in bed, and looking as handsome as ever."

"I was right you know," Harry said. "I do like this view better than the one of the floor."

Ginny smiled as she asked, "So how are you doing? You look like you could walk out of here today."

"That's still the problem, I'm afraid," Harry said. "I still don't have any felling in my legs. The healers say it could take quite a while before I'm able to walk again."

"But they do think you'll make a full recovery though?" Ginny asked, hopeful.

"I don't want to keep anything from you, Ginny," Harry said, deflating some of her hopes. "They actually say that there may have been too much spinal damage that they weren't able to repair properly. There is always the chance that I won't ever walk again."

"Oh, Harry," Ginny said. "I am so sorry."

"Don't be," Harry said. "After what I've been through, I'm happy just to be alive."

Ginny was silent for a few seconds while she thought about how to say, "Harry. I want you to promise me that you won't over do it on my account. I mean, I just don't want you to push yourself to hard too fast just because you think I need you to be walking again. I'm going to love you no matter what, Harry."

"I know, Gin," Harry said lifting her chin so she was looking into his eyes. "I do have a confession to make to you before you say anything else though. I should have told you right after it happened, but I was so angry that I let it happen in the first place that I wasn't thinking straight."

"What is it, Harry?" Ginny asked, concerned.

"The day of the accident," Harry began, "when you found me flying in the rainstorm, I was trying to fly out my guilt over something that happened when I was in the room of requirement with Cassidy."

"Harry," Ginny said cutting him off before he said any more. "You don't have to tell me."

"But I do," Harry said. "I swear I didn't want it to happen."

"It's all right, Harry," Ginny said with a smile. "I already know everything that happened in that room."

"But how?" Harry said just as a sudden memory came to him. "Wait a minute. I was in there giving Cassidy a lesson when I suddenly had a feeling like you were somewhere near. I was so sure of it that I even turned around to look and see if you were there, but I didn't see anybody."

Ginny couldn't keep the knowing grin from spreading across her face as Harry suddenly realized what had happened.

"I guess I should have expected it," Harry said. "You don't grow up being the youngest in your family and not know how to sneak around when you want to. You were wearing my invisibility cloak weren't you?"

"Please don't be mad at me, Harry?" Ginny said. "I know I should have trusted you, but I was just so jealous of you spending time with Cassidy. I knew she would try to steal you away from me."

"How long had you known that?" Harry asked.
"Since the first time she introduced herself to you," Ginny answered.

"I wish I had noticed it before I did," Harry said. "I guess I didn't quite know it until a second after she started kissing me. Looking back on it I guess I should have picked up on it sooner. Maybe I could have avoided it if I had known."

"Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy it even a little?" Ginny asked.

"Of course not," Harry said surprised. "It made me feel disgusting. Dirty somehow. I don't want any lips touching mine other than yours."

"I'm so glad to hear it," Ginny said with a smile as she moved in and kissed him tenderly.

"Should I wait outside until you two are finished," Moody said from the doorway, making Harry and Ginny separate to look at him.

"Come on in, Mr. Moody," Harry said. "What can we do for you?"

"I just came from the Ministry of Magic," Moody said, his magical eye focused on Harry. "They've cleared me to give you a letter that came for you this morning."

"Why did the ministry have to clear it?" Ginny asked as Moody handed the letter to Harry. "Who is it from?"

Harry turned the envelope over and said, "Voldemort," as he examined the wax stamp of the dark mark that had sealed the letter."

"What?" Ginny asked quickly.

"Sorry we had to open it, Harry," Moody said. "We had to make sure it wasn't poisoned or have some spell attached to it."

"I understand," Harry said flatly, still staring at the wax mark. "Not exactly the person I expected to get a get well card from."

Harry took the letter out of the envelope and read out loud:

Harry,

I'm glad to hear that you have not expired early. I am so looking forward to bringing your life to an end myself. But don't let that worry you right now. Your constant door guards can go home. I have no intention of killing you until you are fully recovered. It would do me no good to defeat you while you are unable to defend yourself. I want you to be at your full strength for our battle. Then the world will know that there is no one who can stand against Lord Voldemort. Make your recovery a speedy one though. My patience will grow thin quickly. Before you leave Hogwarts, you and I will meet one last time. Until then, your friends will not enjoy my benevolence. The attack on the Grainger girl may not have been successful, but perhaps you will not be there to help the next one. I wouldn't let little Ginny out of my sight if I were you, Harry. A nice girl isn't an easy thing to replace.

Yours Temporarily,
Lord Voldemort

Harry laid the letter down in his lap and looked at Ginny as he said, "I don't think it will be you that makes me speed my recovery, Ginny."

"Don't worry about any of us, Harry," Ginny said. "He won't be able to touch any of us at Hogwarts."

"He almost managed to get to Hermione," Harry said. "Tell everyone in the D.A. to watch their backs. Everyone needs to keep a shield charm up at all times."

"Well," Ginny said, "I'll see what I can do. The D.A. as we knew it is almost gone. After your accident, Cassidy tried to take over teaching the classes. The only thing she succeeded in doing was to increase the numbers of Slytherin in the class. Most everyone else just stopped going. It just wasn't the same as having you teach it apparently. Hermione tells me that the stuff she was trying to pass off as advanced magic to the sixth and seventh year classes was barely even up to the level that you started with when we started the D.A."

"I'm not really surprised," Harry said. "To tell you the truth, I don't even know how she managed to defeat Hornquist in the first place. Her knowledge of magic seemed a bit average in the little time I actually spent with her in the classes."

"I think you should know something then," Ginny said. "After you left the Room of Requirement I heard her say something I didn't expect. Harry, I think she came to Hogwarts to try and defeat Voldemort herself."

"I hope you're wrong about that, Ginny," Harry said seriously. "She won't stand a chance. Other than me, and perhaps Dumbledore, no one realizes just how powerful Voldemort really is. Ginny, I realize that you probably don't like Cassidy very much, but as a favor to me, please try to stop her. She'll never survive."

"I'll do what I can, Harry," Ginny said. "I may not like her very much, but I don't think anyone should go into a battle not knowing what they really face."

"So," Moody said, reminding them that he was still in the room, "you should know that the ministry is increasing security here at the hospital and sending as many guards as Dumbledore will allow to Hogwarts. Dumbledore has put the order on alert. Everything that can be done is being done to make sure no one is attacked."

"What in the world would make Voldemort send you a letter like that now anyway?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe this had something to do with it," Moody said as he pulled a newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Ginny.

Ginny opened the copy of The Daily Prophet and read the headline and the first part of the story that said, 'THE BOY WHO LIVED, LIVES AGAIN. Once again the wizarding world learned never to count out Harry Potter. Mr. Potter is reported to have regained consciousness and be making a full recovery after a horrific fall months ago at Hogwarts. Oh, we of little faith. No fall could ever kill the person who even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named failed to destroy.'

"It must have driven Voldemort crazy to read that," Moody said with a wide grin of satisfaction..

"I think I should send an answer to him then," Harry said, looking as mischievous as any Weasley ever had. "First, I need to write a note to Fred and George."

Ginny looked at Harry questioningly until it dawned on her what he was planning, and she said, "You aren't going to do what I think you are, are you?"

"Very likely," Harry said with a grin as Moody handed him a piece of parchment and a quill. "I just need to have Fred and George set it to run automatically when he opens it and remove the password to turn it off."

"Are you planning to send him one of those little models of the ministry of magic?" Moody asked.

"Yep, " Harry said with a smile.

"Blasted fine idea," Moody said. "I have two of the little gadgets myself."