A/n: Please R&R
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of course .
Harry watched, horrified, as Ginny slipped of her broomstick completely limp. It was as if someone had pressed a button to make everything slow motion. Harry didn't know what to do . . . he couldn't think.
The next thing he knew, he had accio'd a random broomstick, clambered onto it, and was speeding as fast as he could toward Ginny. Dumbledore had already cast some kind of wand-less spell on her to make her fall slower so he got beneath her in time.
Ginny hit his outstretched arms heavily, making him grunt in pain. The impact pointed the broomstick downwards in a steep dive, causing both Harry and Ginny to hit the ground. When Harry opened his eyes, he knew something wasn't right. There was a sharp pain throughout his whole knee.
He hardly cared about it when he saw that Ginny was barely breathing. The breaths that she took were short and sharp as though she was forcing herself to live. Harry glanced up from Ginny to see teachers came pouring onto the field, Dumbledore in the lead. It frightened Harry even more if possible when he saw the old man's face.
"We need to get her to the Hospital Wing immediately. She could have broken her neck."
If there was any color in Harry's face before, it was all gone now. Either it was because of his shock over Ginny, or his mangled knee. Dumbledore took one look at it and said, "Perhaps you should go as well."
His knee was bent completely the other way. When Ginny had landed in his arms, his foot had got caught in her billowing robes. It had still been there when the broom landed causing both Ginny and Harry's weight to be pushed onto it.
"It's nothing, really," Harry said looking up at the headmaster. "I'll Run and inform Madam Pomfrey that we're coming." Then, gently lifting Ginny off his lap, Harry gingerly tested his weight on his knee.
"Actually," he said after a large gasp, "I'll ride there." With that, Harry shot off toward the castle on the broomstick. The few students who had not gone to the game were quite surprised to see their professor riding a broomstick down the corridors. They poked their heads outside to see a stretcher with Ginny laying on it coming into the entrance.
Harry meanwhile, nearly bumped into the door of the Hospital Wing when he tried to pull up. He ran in the best he could and panted to Madame Pomfrey that Ginny was coming.
"A Broken neck eh? Too much danger is being put on these students! It's just like when they brought the Dementors and the Dragons and the-"
She was cut off when Ginny appeared in the doorway with Dumbledore right behind her.
"Oh dear," she said when she saw the state off Ginny. Harry looked up at her, his own face screwed up in pain.
"You can help her can't you? She's not going to, to . . . ," he broke off not wanting to say the words.
"Let's figure out how bad it is. Then we will be able to tell what we will do." Madame Pomfrey took out her wand and muttered a strange spell. The light glowed crystal blue and then red.
"It's all we can do for now. Her results should show up in ten minutes time. I cast the whole body exam. It should show how injured she is."
Harry exhaled deeply. The Weasleys would want to be here. He should get them. It was after all their only daughter. Besides, everyone was always cautious around Ginny after the incident in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Sir," Harry said suddenly. "The Weasleys should be here. They should know about Ginny."
"You are correct of course Harry. Fawks is already on the way. Every single one of the Weasleys should be arriving right . . .about . . . now."
A loud crack sounded throughout the Hospital Wing as all nine of the Weasleys (Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione) appeared in the room, all sporting equally white faces.
"Oh my goodness," Mrs. Weasley gasped when she saw Ginny.
"What happened," asked Bill.
"What's Wrong with Ginny?" asked Percy.
"Tell us Harry," Ron exclaimed, looking at Harry, which caused everyone to turn around and stare at him too.
"Well, um, you see . . . Oh all right. Apparently Ginny had just scored a goal when the Slytherin Beater whacked a Bludger at Ginny. It well . . . it hit the back of her neck. She fell off the broom and-" he broke off once again, staring at the floor.
Dumbledore smiled a small smile and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "What Mr. Potter is trying to say is that when Mrs. Weasley fell of her broom, he flew under and caught her."
"Merlin! How many times do you have to save her life Harry?" Fred and George asked.
"You saved her! Thank you sooo much dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she leaned down and squeezed him hard.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGG," Harry grunted loudly, causing Mrs. Weasley to spring back.
"Harry," Charlie said calmly, "You should get that fixed. It looks like it hurts like hell."
"No really, I'm fine. Besides, Ginny's results are ready."
Everyone quieted as Madame Pomfrey Waved her wand to get Ginny's results. A crystal blue light shot out of it which then changed to red.
"I'm hoping that doesn't mean what I think it does, "Fred started.
"Think of all the bad things that start with red, blood, muscle, hell, and-"
"Shut it!" Harry said sharply looking at Madame Pomfrey intently, searching for any sign of negativity.
However, Madame Pomfrey sighed in relief, turning to the mini crowd. "Her neck is not broken. The most she'll get are damaged tissue and a huge headache."
Smiles appeared among the crowd. "Thank Merlin she's okay," Hermione sighed, tears in her eyes.
Mr. Weasley spoke for the first since he had arrived. "Will it be all right if we stay here Dumbledore? We all want to be here when she wakes up, to show we were here for her."
Dumbledore stood up and straightened his robes. "Of course. There is plenty of room at Hogwarts. For right now, I must attend the school. You are welcome to come to the feast. Afterwards, I'll have a house elf take you all to the Room of Requirement."
At the mention of that room, every one of the Weasley Children blushed except Percy who looked like he had never even heard of it before.
Fred noticed this and shook his head. "Never stood a chance. It's a wonder how he'll ever have kids."
"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley Bellowed. The last thing Harry heard as the Weasley clan and Dumbledore left the room was Mrs. Weasley shouting at a cowering Fred and George.
He glanced up at Madame Pomfrey who was measuring out some potion for Ginny's neck. "Do you mid if I stay here?"
Perhaps it was the look of pleading in his eyes, the fact that he was a teacher, or even because he too was injured, but whatever it was, she let Harry stay.
He just couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was breathing normally now, and her face wasn't as pale as it had been. It was a frightening feeling beyond all reasons when you see someone get hurt and there is a possibility that they might die. It scared the shit out of Harry when he had seen her fall. It made him think that if anyone, for any reason, was to hurt Ginny in any way at all, they would be dead like that.
Harry jumped out of the clouds when Madame Pomfrey tapped his shoulder lightly. "You aren't going to keep your knee like that forever are you?"
For the first time that day Harry grinned a little. It seemed that he would always get hurt, no matter where he was or how, he was always in the Hospital Wing. He even had his own bed reserved for when he was there. Madame Pomfrey often joked about installing Harry his own room in the Hospital Wing.
"Yeah, it would make things easier if you healed it." Then Harry lifted his knee up onto the bed. It had swollen almost twice it's normal size. Shaking her head, Madame Pomfrey tapped his knee with her wand. It healed before his eyes.
"Thanks," he said, turning his attention back to Ginny. Carefully taking her hand in his, he slumped into the chair and continued to stare at her. After a while, his eyes began to droop. Not wanting to fall asleep incase Ginny awoke in the middle of the night. Harry switched a small light on.
Minutes turned into hours as Harry sat in silence. All was quiet until the door creaked open. Harry turned around, but nobody was there. "Curious," he thought sleepily.
He flopped back down in his chair, and was just about to fall asleep when a soft voice erupted within the room.
"So Harry. When were you planning on telling the Weasley's that you love their daughter?"
Harry jumped a mile as he turned around to see a shadow sitting in the chair beside him . . .
To be continued . . .
A/n: Sorry that it was so short! I just wanted to get something up before I went on my trip to Palm Desert. I may not be able to update for at least a week or so. Don't worry though. I plan on bringing a notebook so I can have the next chapter post ready!