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Chapter Two

No News Is Good News

Three years. It has been three years since he stepped out of this small and now dusty bedroom. It has been five years since he left and now he's back. When he left he was barely 19 fresh out of Hogwarts after the defeat of Voldemort, now he was 22 and he was finally at home.

The room was awfully tidy then he thought it would be. A long ray of sun came in from the window and room illuminated with its dusk light. With a loud thud his trunk found its place by the bed. He was dead tired but he knew that sleep was not an option, at least not before he'll take a shower because stench was controlling him throughout his journey back to England.

An hour later he was clean and his eyes were bloodshot red. He slumped on the bed without taking off the covers. He was one dream away from the perfect slumber when he heard his apartment doors crack open.

"Hello? Is someone in here?" he jumped of the bed took a hold of his wand and walked in quiet steps to his bedroom door. "Harry? Are you in here?" suddenly familiarity hit him and a small smile crept to his lips.

"Ronald!" he pushed the door open and saw his redhead best friend face for the first time in three years. "Good to see you, mate."

"Good to see you too." The tone of his voice was serious and much tired to his like. His eyes didn't twinkle as they had back when they were in school. "Put something on yourself, Harry, I have to take you to the Burrow." he sighed heavily as he the confusion on Harry's face. "Just do as I say, you can ask questions as soon as we get to the Burrow." Harry shrugged and walked back to his bedroom and was ready to go in no longer then five minutes.

When they apparted on the yard surrounding the Weasley residents it was already after sunset and the sky had a deep violet color with a few sparkling stars. They walked in silence to the back door of the house and into the Mrs. Weasley kitchen. Harry inhaled the home made cooking smell and his stomach clenched.

"Sit." Ordered him Ron and he set. Ron walked over to one of the kitchen's cabinet and took out two plats and two mugs. It took a few moments but in the end he handed Harry a plat full of Mrs. Weasley best cooking and hot cup of tea. "Let's eat first and then talk. I had a long day." Harry didn't say another word and he stuffed his mouth with food. After long minutes of only eating sounds Ron broke the peaceful silence. "She tried to kill herself. Ginny I mean. Ginny tried to kill herself."

A smashing sound rocked the quiet kitchen as Harry dropped his mug and looked at Ron with wide open eyes. "Is she…is she…….is she…." He couldn't say it he was afraid that if he'll say it it'll become the truth.

"Dead? No. Dad and I got to her on time." he was full of remorse and looked down at his shoes. "Things weren't so good since you been gone."

"How did it happen? When did it happen?" a pain spread in Harry's chest and he was out of breath but he didn't mind, he wanted to hear what happened to Ginny.

"After you left Ginny sank into a very deep depression, she was closed up in her room and wrote in that notebook pf hers. She didn't come out unless she had to take a shower or go to the bathroom, she hardly ever ate and when she did only in her room. It went like this for over a year until one day she walked down to dinner like nothing happened." He looked up at Harry's agonized face and smiled a small sad smile. "It was like having Ginny all over again, she made jokes, laughed with me and the twins helped Mum with the dishes and talked with Hermione about the latest books. It went like this for a couple of months, Ginny looked healthier then ever she was smiling she looked for a job she even agreed to Mum's pleadings and allowed her and Hermione to set her up with guys." Then Ron looked down sighed heftily and coughed lightly. "One night we all went to this important party at the Ministry but Ginny said she wasn't feeling well and was excused from going, we didn't suspect anything because we thought she was okay. When we got back from the party the house was dead quiet and when we called her name she didn't answered. Dad decided to go and see if she's asleep and I went with him." Suddenly Ron choked on his words and cleared his throat. "We found her lying in her bed with her wrists sliced open there was blood all over the place. We rushed her to St.Mungo's. She was barley saved." A single tear trickled on his freckled cheek and sniffed to stop the rest of them. He got up from his seat and poured himself more tea. He kept on sniffing and pulling his nose.

"It's called euphoria." Harry said softly and stared at his mug. Pictures of him and Ginny ran before his eyes. Ron set in front of him and drank slowly from his mug. "When someone decides to commit suicide they enter to this state of total euphoria and pretend like they're okay and well they look perfectly fine thus because they know that their pain will be gone soon."

"That's what the Healers in St.Mungo's told us when we brought hr there." Ron licked his lips and took another sip from the tea. "They recommend us to have her stay in the hospital for surveillance. Mum agreed and Ginny's there ever since."

"How is she now? Is there any problems now?"

"She refuse to see Mum, blames her for putting her in the first place. We try to see her often as we can, Bill and Charlie visit her whenever they come and the twins can't handle it very well but when they come she's a lot better. Dad, Hermione and I see her more then anyone. I see her almost everyday because I work there."

"You're a Healer? Since when? When I left you started Auror School."

"I changed my mind, I wanted to help Ginny and I like it, it as important as being an Auror. Never mind me though, how are you?"

"I'm fine." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, Harry never felt this old in his entire life. He was exhausted yet a sudden rush of adrenalin ran through his veins. "I want to see her. Now."

"It's after visiting hours. You'll have to wait for tomorrow, I'm sorry." His voice flat like he memorized it for this exact moment.

"You work there I can come with you and if they won't let me in all I'll have to is 'I'm Harry Potter' and show them my scar." Ron considered him for a moment and saw that he was dead serious. "You know it will work."

"You really want to see her?" Harry nodded and paused for a moment then looked at Ron again in response Ron starched his neck and got up. "Alright then."

The hospital was dim when the two apparted in. Ron said hello to every co-worker they so on the way, surprisingly none of them asked him where he headed to or who was the gentleman with him.

"They're used to having me here on this kind of hours, I like this time the best." Harry half smiled at him he was edgy then ever. Flashes of identical white and cold corridors ran in his mind he felt his T-shirt stick to his back because of his cold sweat, his heart beat raced and his breath was quick and sharp. "You're a little pale, are you sure you want to-?"

"I'm sure, Ron, I'm sure." But was he really? Was he prepared for what he may see? Every fiber of his body told him yes.

Ron showed him the way in through the doors with label SPELL DAMAGE and smiled an ironic smile at Harry. "It's the only place resemble to a muggle madhouse, we had a few thoughts about sending her there but Dad and I insisted to let her stay in her natural environment." Harry winced at the word madhouse but Ron didn't seem to notice. They walked in echoing steps through the corridor; here and there they were able to hear murmurs and sighs of nightmares from the rooms. Harry held his hands in a fist shape and his nails bore holes in the palms of his hands.

Finally Ron stopped in front of the last door in ward's corridor. He turned and faced Harry. "She's probably asleep by now but its okay if you want to sit with her and watch her, Dad do it a lot." He moved foreword and opened the door quietly it cracked softly. "I'll give you your privacy." He moved aside and showed Harry the way in.

With slow steps Harry walked in to the dark room. He heard her soft respires from where he stood. He saw her bed standing alone in the big room by the only window. It was a bigger window then the one Mr. Weasley had in his room back when Harry was in fifth year. "It must have been Ron that pulled a few stands for her to have the room with the biggest window." Harry thought to himself as he made a few more steps. He now saw her body on the bed. Two more steps were made. Her hair was the first thing he saw. It was vibrantly red and sprawled on her pillow in soft waves and curls. He was three steps away from her when he turned around and walked quickly out of the room.

"Let's go." He said to Ron coldly and paced as fast as he can away from the ward.

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