(A/N):To my reviewers: First of all, thank you for the reviews, I check a day after I update and I have 30 reviews! Thank you. Second of all, a few of you think that no women fought in the war and that they were all at the Burrow…that happens to be wrong! There were many women that fought. The only one's that stayed at the Burrow were pregnant, orhad smallkids. Ginny and Angelina were the only 2 exceptions of that. I just wanted to clear that up, I'm not a sexist you know! Also, about the women that fought in the war. They're very smart, I mean, Hermione was there. The women did help immensly with defeating Voldemore, but of course I didn't say thtat in the story so I'm clearing it up now.

Chapter four: Healing.

Ginny froze, her heart beating widely.

She stood still as her mother and the rest of her family ran up the stairs. Ginny didn't know what to do, well she did, but she didn't want to go and see him if he was…if he didn't make it… She shook her head, but stayed in the same position she was in.

She heard her mother shriek, and she gave a small jump. Was it a shriek of happiness? Or was it a shriek of tragedy?

"GINERVA, GET UP HERE NOW!" Her mother's powerful voice filled with emotion shouted down to her.

Ginny raced up the stairs, her brothers were in the hall, watching her as she walked slowly towards the door of the room Harry was in. She was shaking, she couldn't tell from her brothers' faces if he had made it or not.

She entered the room to find the Healer standing by Harry at the bed, and her mother pacing.

"Wha..?" Ginny questioned, her mother certainly wasn't sad, neither was the healer…did that mean he was alive?

She turned to the healer as he began to spoke. "He's trying to come back." Ginny didn't know what to think of this, so she waited for him to continue. "Apparently he's having some trouble to come back to consciousness, something's stopping him. I've seen this situation before, and it's best that we try to encourage him. If he stops fighting, then…he will die." He ended on a grim note.

Ginny moved to the bed and dropped to her knees. She took Harry's cold hand in her small warm one.

"C'mon Harry..." She whispered, staring at his face, hoping, wishing, that she could see his bright emerald green eyes once again.

She gave him a kiss on his cold, lifeless lips, and cupped his cheek with her hand. He was so cold, so lifeless.

"Harry, please, come back." She said, trying not to cry. "You promised me, remember? You'd said you come back, don't leave me here alone. Please, don't break your promise Harry…please." She was now beginning to cry softly. She heard her mother and the healer leave the room to give her privacy.

She gave him another kiss then pulled away. She held on to his hand and brought it up to her mouth where she kissed it. "Please Harry…" She said again.

She gasped.

She felt something from his hand…. he was trying to move it, she knew it.

"C'mon Harry, wake up, and open your eyes." She said encouragingly. She felt his hand move again, it was squeezing hers. She was crying openly now.

"That's it Harry, now please, open your eyes." She whispered.

He groaned softly, he was in pain. He squeezed her hand again.

Ginny's gaze was now on his eyes, she waited for them to open.

Harry's mouth twitched and he moved his head a little.

She gaped. His eye twitched, slowly opening. His other eye doing the same. He looked at her with is bright green eyes, smiling at her.

"You're back." Ginny said as she threw her arms around him, careful not to touch his wounds, and gave him a hug.

Harry was now looking at her bright red hair, both eyes fully open. He gave a smile at the sight of Ginny. He tried to ignore the dull throbbing coming from his scar, and the pain in his chest.

"You helped me more than you know." He said, his voice a little hoarse.

Ginny pulled back from the hug and asked him, "Really?"

Harry tried to sit up, wincing. Ginny helped him up, propping a few pillows behind his back.

"I'm so glad you're back." Ginny whispered again. "I thought I was going to lose you." She sat on the bed next to Harry, holding his hand.

Harry used his other hand to wipe away the tears on Ginny's cheeks. "So am I." He was regaining his voice a little.

The door burst open and her mother, followed by her brothers and the healer rushed in.

"Oh, Harry!" Her mother gave him a bone-crushing hug, knocking Ginny to the floor in the process. "I knew that was your voice!"

"Ow…" Ginny said, rubbing her bum. "Muuumm…" She whined. She was ignored though, for all of the attention was on Harry. Her brothers and parents were all talking to him at once, leaving Ginny on the floor with a sore bum, nobody seemed to notice her. The healer was trying to get around them to treat Harry more, but her family wouldn't budge as they all began to question him.

Ginny quietly got up and walked out the door, shutting it softly. She figured that her family wasn't going to move anytime soon.

She walked down the stairs and out the back door to her backyard. On the way out, she saw Fleur coming in. "He's awake. In Percy's room." Ginny said as she went by her, looking at the ground as she walked

Fleur nodded and thanked her but went to the kitchen instead. She watched Ginny from the window.

She didn't know Ginny as well as she wanted to, but she knew her well enough to figure that she was sad. Fleur set a kettle full of water on the stove and waved her wand at it. She let it sit so it could boil. Next she moved to the dirty dishes in the sink.

Ginny walked around her backyard, heading toward the pond. She followed the trail of slippery rocks, trying not to fall. She thought of Harry, not really paying attention to what she was doing anymore. She was so happy that he made it, he did keep his promise. She knew that her mother would still be with him, so she wasn't going to go in soon. She liked the fresh air anyways. Yet she was still sad for being pushed out of the way by her mother. Ginny sighed deeply, well; her mother was worried too, since Harry was like another son to her.

She thought of his smile, his eyes, everything. But she was lost too deep in thought to notice Crookshanks brushing against her legs, and then spotting a garden gnome. He took off after it, tripping Ginny in the process.

She threw her hands out in front of her to brake her fall, but heard a sickening crunch from her arm as she hit the ground hard, hitting her head against one of the rocks and blacking out.

Fleur gasped. She had seen the whole thing.

She ran up the stairs, her long hair whipping around her.

Reaching Percy's room, she opened the door to find Harry sitting up in bed, watching a frantic Mrs. Weasley smoothing his bed sheets, Ron talking to him from a chair by the bed, Fred and George joking with Bill and Charlie, and Mr. Weasley talking to the Healer.

The attention turned to Fleur as she ran into the room.

"Come quick! Eet ees Ginny!"

Yeah, bad ending, I know.

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