Chapter 9: Tears

The Lost song- The Cat Empire

i had nine lives but i lost all of them
and ive been searching the night
and ive been searching in the rain
i tried to find them
but they disappeared
they walked away they dressed in black
they left my side and all i say
is that i wasted time
when i looked for them
for now i know that things gone past
are never to be found again
no never never again
i had nine lives
but i lost all of them

The red head sat next to a white bed, her head resting on the sheets. She moved her head up and sat properly, watching the occupant of the bed. The girl was a mess, her hair and clothes dirty with dirt and dried blood and torn, her eyes with dark bags under them, revealing the fact that she had not slept in many days. There was evidence of a large cut on her cheek, which had been cleaned and healed, and evidence of a large wound on her left side could be seen through a large tear in her shirt. Her eyes were watery and red and the area around them was swollen and a deep pink. Signs of someone who had cried until they ran out of tears. She was exhausted and in pain, but she had put aside these feelings long ago.

Suddenly the boy in the bed stirred and her heart leapt in hope. But his green eyes stayed closed. His untidy black hair was now cleaned of the blood and muck that used to mat it, and he looked much cleaner than the girl who sat beside him. The lightning scar on his forehead came into view as he stirred.

But Harry Potter did not wake

Ginerva Weasly sat back down in her chair, heaving an upset sigh. There was food layed out on a tray next to her, but she refused to eat. She wouldn't eat until she knew his fate. Harry had been in a coma for a week and two days now, but Ginny had lost sense of time. She had been at his bedside the whole time, not moving, not sleeping. Madam Pomfrey had been desperately trying to get her out, or to make her eat or rest, but Ginny just shook her head and declined. Ron and Hermoine had also tried to get her out when they came to visit. But she wasn't going anywhere. She was staying here, in this chair, beside this bed, where the sleeping Harry Potter lay. But he wasn't sleeping, for when you sleep, you most certainly wake up.

And there was no knowing if Harry Potter would wake.

After the battle Ginny had sat, crying next to Harry's dead body. Many had tried to move her, but she would not budge. During the battle she had somehow gained a wound on her side and a scratch on her cheek. They both hurt but she pushed away the pain. It was in this state that she had seen it.

A tear had fallen onto Harry's cheek, and as it made contact, splashing onto his skin, he had twitched. Ginny would not have noticed it, if she hadn't been looking at his face. Her heart had jumped.

Harry was alive!

Soon after they had apparated into Hogsmeade, then ran up to the school as fast as they could, Harry's body levitating behind them. Ron and Ginny had taken Harry up to the hospital wing, while Hermione had raced up to alert MaGonnagal.

Ginny had tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed silently into the white sheets, soaking them. She had not thought that she could cry anymore, but she had proved herself wrong. The memories of everything were too much, and did not make her conscious clean. Everytime she remembered, it seemed she felt more and more guilt. Although she was glad she was alive, and that he had defeated Voldemort; she couldn't help but feel things would have been different if she had not made so many mistakes. They were mistakes that had almost cost Harry his life.

Firstly, she had cheated on him. Although she had been sorry for it; she still knew that this was the biggest mistake she had ever made. If only she could go back and change what she had done. But this was something that only happened in fairy tales. And if she was in a fairytale, she would be the wicked witch.

Then she had been there. He had not wanted her at the final fight, and she knew that she had made a huge mistake going. What had made it worse was that she hadn't stayed in the background; but she had gone right up to the fight, and Harry had lost concentration. She had been the diversion! She had almost cost Harry his life; and she would never forgive herself.

She didn't even think she was worthy enough to sit by his bedside; be the one to wait for him to wake. If he ever did, that was. She was the one who had caused this, and she thought he would not want to wake up to see her there; the one who had done this to him. The one that had broken his heart.

Though at the same time, she thought she had some sort of duty. She wanted to be there when he woke so she could tell him she was sorry. She did not expect him to forgive her, but she felt she owed it to him, to tell him she was sorry before he started out again without her.

When she did think about it, though, she would have liked it if he would take her back. But she thought of this as selfish so she pushed it to the back of her mind. She did not deserve him.

Ginny rested her head on the side of the bed, head up against Harry's sleeping form. Her arms were providing a pillow for her head as she closed her eyes and drifted off into restless sleep.

She was woken suddenly when she felt movement. Her head shot up, causing her to feel dizzy, and she looked at Harry. Her heart was leaping as she watched him stir. But his eyes still did not open. He was not awake yet.

Ginny sighed and placed her head back down on the sheets, wondering if he ever would wake up. She closed her eyes in an attempt t go back to sleep. Then she heard it.

Harry groaned!

It was fairly faint but her head shot up once more, eyes darting over to his face.

His green eyes watched her

Her heart leapt for joy as she was rendered completely speechless. Emotions were running through her, and she could barely keep up. Relief. Happiness. Joy. Many others. She managed to smile at him.

Harry blinked and groaned again, placing his hand on his head for a moment. Then he looked back at her. It was then that she managed to get some words out.

'Harry! I'm so glad your awake!' She cried. 'Madame Pomfrey, he's woken up!' she yelled, so that Pomfrey would know.

Harry frowned as she turned back to him and smiled. She was about to say sorry when he said something.

'Who are you?'

A/N: mwa hahahahaha evil evil evil cliffhanger! Anyway review! Express your outrage hehehe