Here you are, Chapter 3! Thank you for the 20 reviews!

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CNJ: The women who were at the Burrow where either pregnant, or had small children to look after. Angelina was the only exception to a women who didn't fight. Molly faught, and so did many other women. Glad you liked it though.

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Chapter 3: Aftermath

A week.

It had been a whole bloody week.

Ginny was now sitting on her bed, her favorite picture of Harry in her hands. She smiled at it; she had been playing around with Colin's camera and had gotten a candid of Harry. He was laughing at her imitation of Ron. Ginny remembered it like it was yesterday.

The Burrow had been occupied ever since the war had started. The women had all been quiet, only speaking to quiet the children. They were all waiting, so worried for their loved one's. They, like Ginny, had not been able to fight. Their spouses or boyfriends didn't want them hurt, mainly because most of them were pregnant. Even Fleur, Bill would definitely not let her fight. She had only found out the news a few weeks ago, even so, she had wanted to fight but Bill had put his foot down since it was a greater risk for the baby. Ginny gave a sad smile; she would be an aunt soon….

Someone knocked on Ginny's door; and a second later Angelina's head peaked through.

"I thought that's where you'd gone off to." She said with a smile. She walked in and set a plate of food down on her desk. "Go ahead and eat something, I haven't seen you leave your room today."

Ginny nodded numbly, still thinking of Harry. She wasn't hungry at all, if anything she felt sick to her stomach. What if he didn't make it? What if he doesn't come back? The thoughts overwhelmed her from what felt like the umpteenth time that day and she felt a few stray tears fall down her already tear-stained face. She felt her bed shift as Angelina sat next to her. She knew that she was watching her.

"Ginny…" Angelina started; she really didn't know how to handle this situation. She put a hand on her shoulder in a sisterly way and kept it there.

"What if he doesn't come back, Angelina?" Ginny said, her tears blurring her vision as she tried to look at her. The sadness was easily heard in her voice.

"He will, I know he will." Angelina said firmly. She herself even doubted this, but she couldn't stand Ginny being so distraught. She herself was worried about Fred; she knew that he could be extremely stubborn sometimes, and that he wouldn't do anything without George. She forced herself not to think about the thought of losing him; she had to be strong for Ginny. She of course, had demanded to fight, but Fred had won that fight of her. Alicia went in her place, George was definitely more willing to let her fight than Fred was.

Ginny sniffed a little and grabbed a tissue from her bedside table. She wiped the tears from her eyes and threw it in the rubbish bin. "I guess all I can do is hope." She said quietly as she went to sit at her desk.

Angelina lay back on Ginny's bed. "'Atta girl." She said encouragingly. "He will come back, believe me." She gave a sigh, glad to see Ginny eating something, she had become so skinny. "Those kids downstairs are driving me nuts, if I have to play hide and seek one more time I'm going to crack."

Ginny gave a small laugh, trying to eat her food. She was just about to respond when she heard a blood-curling scream from downstairs.

She was instantly on her feet, Angelina behind her. The Burrow was empty except for the few confused babies who sat in their spots on the rug, still playing with their toys. All of the women had run outside.

"T-they're back." Angelina stuttered, racing towards the door.

Ginny's eyes widened. She rushed outside and stood on the porch. Far in the distance she could see a large group of people slowly making their way to the Burrow. In front of her, some of the women had begun to run to them. In a matter of seconds Ginny was ahead all of them, all out sprinting.

She was there in a few minutes. She saw red hair; her father was in front, leading the group. She ran and gave him a huge hug.

"We did it Gin, he's gone." He whispered into her hair. Ginny was now crying with happiness. She pulled back and looked at her Father. He looked a wreck, his robes were torn, his hair graying, and his eyes looking very grave. Her mother was at his side. Ginny enveloped her in a hug. But she hadn't seen Harry yet. She looked around, still not spotting his mop of untidy black hair. "Where is he? Where is he!" Ginny was shouting now, wanting to know where Harry was. Her father stayed silent, but then turned his head to over his left shoulder.

Ginny gasped. There was Ron, looking even worse than her father. Around her she could hear the other women shouting charms and such to heal the wounded. But she blocked the sound, her gaze still on Ron.

Ron was carrying a still limp body in his arms. Ginny took a few steps towards him. "No…" She whispered, her heart beating faster and tears falling rapidly from her eyes.

Ron looked hurt. He was wincing with every step he took and occasionally glancing down to the body he was carrying. It was Harry.

"NO!" Ginny screamed. She broke out into a run towards Ron, only to be stopped by Hermione, she was trying to hold her back. "Move Hermione!" Ginny was getting a little hysterical now, but Hermione had kept her back.

"Gin…" Hermione started, only to be stopped by Ginny.

"HE'S NOT!" Ginny screamed, absolutely not believing that Harry could be dead. Hermione was wrong, Ron was wrong, he was alive…. he was alive…. Ginny would not allow herself to think otherwise, but that didn't stop the angry tears that fell rapidly down her cheeks.

"No, he's not." Hermione said quietly. "We don't know if he's going to make it. But-"

Ginny never heard the rest, she heard a whooshing sound around her ears as she fell to the ground like a limp rag doll, in a cold faint.

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1 day later.

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Everything was black. Ginny couldn't see anything. She moved her hand a little, just to see if she could. Then she heard sound.

"Shhhh! Don't bother her now, she's resting." It was her mother's voice. But why was she sleeping now? Everybody had just gotten back from the war- oh. Ginny opened her eyes, but then shut them from the sunlight that was pouring in from her window. She tried again, this time using her hand to shield the light. The voices in the hall kept going.

"But Mum! We need to get something in her! Angelina's told me that she hasn't been eating, she looks sick, she's as think as a paper doll Mum! " She recognized the voice as Ron's. Ginny smiled to himself, he definitely was her favorite brother.

"I know, I know. But now, we just have to wait." Her mother seemed tired. "Has Harry made any progress?" Ginny's ears perked; finally they were talking about Harry. Now she was sitting up, leaning against the headboard of her bed. She did feel weak, she faintly remembered the week when the war was going on. Ron was right she didn't eat enough.

"He's still unconscious, the Healer said that he does have a small chance though.." Ron sounded grim.

That was enough for Ginny. She slowly pushed herself to the edge of her twin bed. She let her legs drop to the ground, a loud squeak emitted from the worn wooden floorboards.

"Did you hear that?" She heard Ron ask suddenly.

"She's awake!" Her Mother sounded happy.

Ginny was just slipping her feet into her pink fluffy slippers when her door opened and she was found victim of her one of her Mother's bone crushing hugs.

"Mum, gerreofme." Ginny mumbled. Her mother pulled back and held her at arms length.

"Ginny, we've been so worried, your Father-" Ginny cut her off.

"Harry." Ginny said, her bright brown eyes turning cold. "Take me to Harry."

"Ginny, we're not supposed to disturb him…" Her mother started. But Ginny's heart was now beating fast again. She pushed past her mother and Ron and went straight to Percy's room. She got opened the door, and felt her heart increase speed.

"No…" She whispered, walking over to his bed. She dropped to her knees so she could have an eye-level view of him.

He looked horrible. There were bloodstains around his scar, which looked raw and wounded. His faced looked relaxed, lifeless. Ginny could see a large gash in his chest; thankfully, it wasn't over his heart, but lower, right above his stomach. She cupped the side of his cheek with her hand…his skin seemed so cold. Ginny felt a tear drop from her cheek onto his bedspread.

The door creaked opened, Ron walked in, and a Healer was behind him.

"Gin, come on out, he's been like that for a few days." Ron seemed sort of afraid to have to take her away from Harry.

"No, I'm staying here." Ginny said stubbornly.

"Gin, the Healers going to look him over, come on, we've got to leave him to do his work." Ron said a little more firmly. He walked over to her and helped her up; she was too weak herself to do so. She saw the Healer put a medical bag down on the desk.

Ginny didn't protest any longer, she allowed herself to be helped by Ron out of the room, and towards the bathroom.

" Go ahead and clean up, then come down for some lunch." Ron said, pushing her in the bathroom and then closing the door.

Ginny nodded. A few minutes later she walked out in a towel, her wet hair clinging to her face.

She went to her room and slipped on a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts, even though it was summer she still felt a little cold.

She found all of her family sitting at their table in the kitchen, she was glad to see that none of them were hurt. She sat down in her usual seat, and her mother pushed a full plate of food towards her. She thanked her and began to eat.

She felt a little more at ease as she joked and talked with her brothers. She had finished eating and felt that she had regained a little strength, she was standing up to put her dish in the sink when she heard the Healers voice yell down.

"Mrs. Weasley! Come quick! Hurry, it's urgent!"

A/N: I love Cliffhanders. ;3

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