Chapter 5

Fleur stood still, breathing heavily in the doorframe. "Eet ees urgent! 'Urry!" She shouted again, they seemed to be looking at her in shock, not doing anything, until Mrs.Wealsey rushed out the door and to the backyard to where she saw Ginny. She heard the loud thundering from the stairsas the rest of the boys rushed down the stairs.

There on the trail of rocks lay Ginny. Her face was screwed up with pain, and there was blood making a trail down from her forehead to the ground. Her right arm and wrist had swollen to an extremely large size. And yet, there was Crookshanks, chasing after a garden gnome with not another care in the world.

Fleur had walked down after the boys and stood by Mrs. Weasley, who was now kneeling over Ginny, cleaning the blood from her forehead.

"I saw ze whole thing. She was walking down ze path, and zat 'orrid cat, Crookshanks az you call eem, ran past 'er feet and tripped 'er. She landed on 'er arm, but hit 'er head on ze rocks"

Ginny's brothers were now standing in a circle around her, all trying to help out.

Mrs.Wealsey got frustrated and shooed them all away, wanting to work on her own.

For the next half hour Mrs.Wealsey could be seen in the same kneeling position over Ginny, poking at her wounds with her wand, her mouth moving with incantations to heal her wounds.

5 hours later

Ginny had still not wakened, and her mother had never left her side after she levitated her up to her room. She felt that it was all her fault for pushing her off of the bed in the first place.

Ginny had given herself a deep concussion, and broke her arm in 2 places. Her head curently had thick bandagdes wrapped around it, and her armed was wrapped tightly. The magic Mrs. Weasley used had gotten rid of the major damage, but Ginny would have to tough it out for the next few weeks for her arm and head to fully heal.

Mrs. Weasley scooted the old wooden chair closer to the bed and watched her daughter sleep. She laid her hand on Ginny's forehead, she had gotten a fever. She stood up to go and get the medicine. She was had reached the hallway when she heard a cry of pain from Ginny's room. She rushed back in to find Ginny with her eyes open, tears pouring out of them.

Ginny had no idea where she was, what happened, or why she had a migraine. She had heard her mother leave the room when she woke up. She went to lift her head to get out of bed when she felt a great deal of pain coming from her forehead. She cried out in pain and let her head drop back down to the overly fluffed pillow. The pain was overwhelming, the throbbing in her head was unbearable, and her arm felt stiff and swollen. She vaguely remembered falling on some rocks, but it was all blank from there. She couldn't help the tears that poured down her cheeks, she just had a very low pain tolerance. (A/N: I doubt that she actually does, but hey, tis my fanfic.)

"Oh my. ARTHUR! RON! GET UP HERE NOW! SHE'S AWAKE!' Mrs. Weasley's booming voice made Ginny shut her eyes as the noise penetrated through her ears and to her already pain filled head.

"Mum…. Shut up, will you?" She said groggily. She tried to feel her forehead, but couldn't when she saw her arm wrapped up so tightly that she couldn't flex it at all.

"What happened?" She asked, shutting her eyes, a grimace on her face.

"Well-" Mrs. Weasley was interrupted by a very dirty Ron and a sweating Mr.Weasley bursting into the room.

"You gave us a right scare there Ginny. Harry was worried sick, but of course Mum wouldn't let him out of bed-" Ron started, only to have Mr. Weasley cut him off.

"Oh Ginny, we're so glad you're awake. We didn't know if you were going to make it or not!" Her father started, before Ginny cut him off. It seemed that nobody in this room was patient enough to let a full sentence out before cutting them off.

"Will somebody just tell me what the hell happened?" The migraine was makingGinny extremelycranky.

At once, they all launched into great detail of what Fleur had told them. Ginny nodding a little here and there to confirm that she remembered it.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;4 hours later. -;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ginny was bored.

After hermother, brother, and father had explained what had happened to her, they checked up on her wounds a little, then Mr. Weasley and Ron left the room.

After all of the talk, her mother made her sit still eat soup, and recoverfor the rest of the day, making sure to keep a watchful eye on her. Ginny hated being confined to a bed, it was uncomfortable, and she longed to see Harry. Yet there was no way she could leave the bed with her mother watching her every second. She would have to wait until night.

It was now 10, and she had just heard the last of her brothers trudge up the stairs to go to bed. As soon as she heard the last door close, she sat up.

She sat still until she knew that everyone was sleeping, and then got out of bed.

Quietly, she put on her slippers and the sling her mother had gotten for her. She strapped her arm securely in it's place and headed out the door. It was hard for her, to not do things with her right and dominate arm, but she'd manage.

Her toes barely touched the floor as she hurried up the stairs, reaching Percy's room. She opened the door carefully, and walked in.

Harry was sitting up in his bed, the pillows she had propped up for him still behind him. He was looking out of the window, an unreadable expression on his face. He turned towards her as she made her way to his bed and smiled.

"I'm glad you're alright." He said quietly. He made room for Ginny to sit next to him. She accepted the offer and settled herself close, leaning her head on his broad shoulder.

"I'm much more happy that you made it back." She said, looking ahead at the empty room.

"You helped me through it all." Harry began, his voice still quiet. "He was so close to killing me, his wand was raised over my head and everything. But then I thought of you." He gave a small smile. "I remembered your smile, your laugh, everything about you. You stayed on my mind the whole time. It gave me the strength to defeat him." He trailed off, now looking at Ginny. "And then I thought I had lost you when I heard what happened this afternoon."

"I never knew." She responded quietly. She took her head off from his shoulder and gave him a soft kiss. "Sorry for worrying you."

"Don't be sorry." He said. He placed his lips on hers once again, missing the feeling of their kiss.

The two stayed up and talk for most of the night. They talked about everything, from Quidditch to school, enjoying each other's presence and love. They shared memories, good and bad, laughed, cried and smiled.

They fell asleep in each other's arms. Ginny's head on Harry's chest, his arm placed protectively around her.

The scene had never looked sweeter.

(A/N): See? I didn't kill Ginny! Like it? Hate it? Love it? COMMENT! ;3

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