ABBIE: Hi everyone, I didn't get very many reveiws for the last chapter, so unless I get ten or more there will be no update, got that? Good!
MEG: Er, Abbie where is Eevee?
ABBIE: She will be here soon, but for the time being, I am going to bring my other freind Katie into the fic! (Katie pops up)
KATIE: Wow, how did I get here?
MEG: Abbie brought you here by the power of imagination!
KATIE + ABBIE: Are you drunk!
MEG: NO!
ABBIE: OK people, disclaimer time! I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I would be Mrs Potter and Eevee would murder Malfoy!
MEG, ABBIE + KATIE: NOW ON WITH THE FIC!
Mission Successful
Harry had never run as fast as he was now, ever! Not when Dudley's gang was beating him up, not when his uncle had come to abuse him, not even when he had tried to catch Bellatrix Lestrange in the department of mysteries or chasing Snape after he had murdered Dumbledore. No, this time was different. This time there was something that he could do.
He took the stairs six at a time, not feeling the burning protests that his body was giving.
Nothing mattered except getting to Madam Pomfrey. He had to help Ginny, not because she was Ron's youngest sister. No, because she was the one person who knew what Harry felt like right now, used. Voldemort had used her as a puppet in her first year. Now he was projecting images into Harry's mind, Harry didn't know why, but he did know that he wanted that son of a bitch out of there!
Too entranced in his thoughts to watch where he was going, Harry suddenly lost his footing and tumbled painfully, with a loud yelp, down the enormous flight of stairs. Pushing himself of the ground cursing (muggle curses you baka fools) he threw himself up onto his feet and started running again, he was only two floors away from the hospital wing.
Finally he made it to the hospital wing, running through, he threw the wing doors open and ran in like a man possessed.
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey, I need your help!" He screamed loudly, not noticing the other inhabitants of the wing.
In a flash the matron ran into the large room, looking like an angry lioness, ready to pounce on the shouting boy who was disturbing her patients. "Mr Potter, what do you think your doing, shouting like a hippogriff? I will perso…" She began, but was cut off by a distraught Harry raving like a lunatic!
"Madam Pomfrey, it's Ginny Weasley, she's in the Gryffindor common room, and something's wrong with her. . . . . I don't know what it is. . . . . . But she has a really weak pulse, she needs help!"
"Take me to her!" The matron shrieked she would not let anyone in this school be injured; this girl would have a lot of questions to answer, but not right now.
Harry stood back as the matron examined the small red head in the chair carefully. All he wanted to do was throw madam Pomfrey of her and make her better, hold her hand, do something that didn't make him feel as useless as he now felt.
Madam Pomfrey had shown Harry a shortcut to get to the seventh floor much more quickly then the stairs, they had entered the common room to find that the youngest Weasley's condition had deteriorated during the time it had taken Harry to find the matron.
What if she doesn't make it, what if, what if…Damn Harry, pull yourself together, she needs you now, and you can't afford to be a weakling, falling apart at every opportunity. You're the strong one now, Ginny needs you to be.
"Potter!" Harry was rudely awakened from his thoughts by the sound of an angry Madam Pomfrey yelling his name.
She glared at Harry for a moment before she was sure that he was listening. "Miss Weasley should be fine in a few days, it looks as if she was hit with a sleeping charm, but the caster was either a poorly skilled witch or wizard or was intoxicated at the time. She will need to stay in the hospital wing until I can figure out how to wake her. Otherwise she is stable" She added seeing the panic stricken Harry gasp in horror.
"I shall take Miss Weasley down to the hospital wing now, Mr Potter, can I give you the task off finding the other remaining Weasley and bringing him to the hospital wing." The matron asked rather kindly, well at least more kindly then usual, sensing that Harry was in a sense of shock. A nod was Harry's only reply as he turned on heel and walked quickly out of the portrait hole.
Harry continued walking at this speed until he came to the third floor corridor. He gazed at the door remembering his first year. The year he met Ron and Hermione, he even met Ginny that year on the platform. She was beautiful then as well. He had been so happy in his first year, so ready to learn about a new world that awaited him after ten years at the Dursley's. A compensation for living in hell. Harry snorted at the thought, some compensation, having to save the world every year!
He tore his gaze away from the door, remembering suddenly that he needed to find Ron and tell him about Ginny.
Again he started walking at a quick pace, the faster he walked, the faster he could tell Ron and then go, check on Ginny. He leapt down the stairs, but lost his balance and tumbled into moaning Myrtles bathroom. He lay on the floor staring at the sink. Suddenly images of Ginny on the floor of the chamber of secrets rushed past his vision. Ginny deathly pale on the floor. Ginny with a weak pulse. Ginny leaning over a dying Harry, wait where did that last one come from. Pushing himself off the floor and wiping the unshed tears from his eyes Harry left Myrtles bathroom and continued down the stairs. He practically ran to the castle doors and threw them open; with a bit of difficulty mind you (remember those doors must be very hard to open!).
Now out in the open Harry sucked in fresh air and ran. For some reason he seemed to know that if he looked at the quidditch pitch or the lake it would bring back another set of unwanted memories. Running straight for the greenhouses with his head down apparently worked, no more memories surfaced in his brain, and for once, he could think clearly.
Harry opened the door to greenhouse three, hoping beyond belief that he had the right greenhouse, he didn't want to be alone in greenhouse three. Thankfully he had chosen right.
"Oh Mr Potter, how good of you to join us, maybe you could come and work on the Mandrakes, seeing as you have missed half of the class already." Apparently Professor Sprout was not very happy with him.
"I'm sorry professor but I've been sent to collect Ron Weasley, Ron your gonna have to bring your stuff mate." Harry added turning to a dumbstruck Ron.
"Okay, Mr Weasley you may go, but I will give your homework assignments to Miss Granger." She sighed loudly and allowed the two boys to leave her class.
"Harry mate, where are we going, who asked for me? Harry, will you just stop!" He yelled as he lost his temper. Harry, who had been in a daze since he had collected Ron from Herbology, turned around and stared at Ron
"Huh, did you say something Ron?" he said confused at his friend.
"Yeah, I wanted to know where we're going, but I think I'm more worried about you, what's got into you Harry? You've been like this for months, what's going on?" He asked, Ron seemed genuinely concerned about Harry.
Harry turned away and ran, he knew Ron would follow him. He couldn't tell Ron, he had to let him see for himself. Though he was hard pushed to outrun Ron, last year he could have done it no problem, but in his weakened condition, he was fighting a losing battle. He could hear Ron's footsteps closing in but he was so close.
"Harry, what's this about?" Ron gasped, grabbing Harry's shoulder to keep him from running further. Harry let the pressure on his shoulder stop him and turned to face his best friend.
"See for yourself" He said, pointing to the hospital wing doors.
Ron moved past Harry and pushed the doors open
"Ginny!"
ABBIE: I know, I'm evil, but I got writers block and I just wrote this today, I er blame Eevee!
EEVEE: Hey, you wait my Hikari, your in for a whole world of pain.
KATIE + MEG: You leave our mate alone!
ABBIE: Thanks guys, and meg, hikabikaboo!
MEG: Booya!
EEVEE + KATIE: SHUT THE HELL UP!