More slightly depressing stuff, don't worry, happiness should arrive soon. I know I have a reviewer about ready to murder me if I don't move the plot along. So, the fic, yeah, and more should follow soon.

It was as if Ginny had been swimming in darkness since that night. She had been aware of nothing but her own thoughts rushing through her head. She was scared and confused she felt like screaming just to hear a sound.

But she couldn't, she was trapped in this all-encompassing darkness and she was completely helpless. She couldn't see or hear or feel or move or scream or...or anything. She just had to stay there in the darkness trapped and scared and powerless to do anything. She just had to wait and hope.

Eventually, she became aware of dim light seeming into her darkness and if she had been able, she would have been crying with relief. But still, she was powerless to do anything. Being aware was different from being able.

Kit slouched in her chair in the corner of the room. She folded her arms and looked at the two girls in front of her. She felt angry when she thought someone could do this to them. She was about to get up and contact Molly, to see if they had any news, when she heard a small croaked breath.

Ginny felt like she was dieing. Light and sound seemed to rush over her. It was too much for her to take and she tried shut it all out. She shut her eyes as tightly as possible and tried to sink back into the darkness she had become used to.

Then suddenly, feeling came back to her body and pain surged through every part of her. She tried to breath but the air seem to drag through her throat like sandpaper and her eyes seemed to burn from the glaring lights around her.

Kit looked up and saw Ginny's open eyes. She jumped out of the chair and rushed to the far bed. She leant over the girl and whispered softly.

'Ginny?'

Ginny's looked at Kit questioningly. She was trying hard to remember this face.

'Kit?' she rasped, wincing slightly as she spoke. Kit smiled.

The confusion on Ginny's face suddenly turned to fear and panic.

'Hermione! Where's Hermione? … Oh God, where is she? What happened?'

Kit backed off slightly and the sadness in her eyes was clear. She looked up but its not to Ginny. She stared past her to the next bed where Hermione lay. Ginny turned slowly and painfully to see what Kit was looking at. Her eyes widened.

'No!' she screamed ripping the covers away from her and scrambling to Hermione's side. 'Hermione?' she whispered softly.

She reached up a hand to the girl's cheek but drew it away quickly, scared to touch the damaged skin. Her knees gave out and she sat, resting against the bed, as tears started to roll down her face.