AN: Sorry this took so long! My computer crashed, and i thought i'd lost everything. argh, been an awful week, with finals and everything. anyway...here you go. this is a very short chapter but i just wanted to get it up quickly. next will be up soon.

Harry paced the living room, bouncing James gently, trying to get him to quieten down. His screaming seemed to increase in volume, however and Harry was very tempted to use a silencing charm.

"James, please!" Harry begged the young child desperately. "Mummy will be home soon, just please stop crying!"

"Maybe he's hungry," came a dry voice from the fireplace. Almost dropping the baby, Harry spun round in shock to see Malfoy's head floating in the fire. "You better come quickly, Potter. We're at St. Mungo's…Ginny's not well."

"What? Wait, why is she at St Mungo's? Malfoy!" But Malfoy had already withdrawn his head and the emerald fire returned to its usual crackling yellow. Harry swore loudly and James hushed for a moment, his tear-filled eyes staring widely at his father.

Harry shifted the child to his left hip, grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fire, yelling, "St. Mungo's" as he went.

Sneezing and blinking his watering eyes, Harry stepped out of the fireplace into a white-walled room: the foyer of St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Harry ran to the information desk, James bumping up and down on his hip, squealing happily.

"Ginny Potter," Harry said to the welcomewitch, his breath coming in gasps.

The witch let go of her piece of gum that she had been stretching out in front of her and sucked it back into her mouth before she tore her eyes away from the latest edition of Witch Weekly (Harry Potter: Internationally famous Quidditch player and loving father), and turned her attention to Harry. She glanced down at the magazine and back up again, her jaw falling open.

"You're Harry Potter," she breathed, standing in her chair. "I love you."

"Excuse me?"

"You're amazing. You're the best Seeker the Tornadoes have ever had. I'm your number one fan."

"I don't mean to be rude," Harry said hurriedly, anxious to find Ginny. "But I really need to know what room my wife is in. Please."

"Second floor. Room 12. It's…it's in the critical condition ward."

Harry felt his face pale and nodded. He'd been there before when Ginny had ruptured a blood vessel in her lung and was coughing up an awful lot of blood. "Thank you," Harry mumbled, running towards the nearest staircase.

"Anytime," the witch called after him. "And if your wife dies, give me a call, yeah?"

Harry took the stairs three at a time, James still clutched tightly in his arms, and burst out into the corridor. Room 3, Room 5, come on where was it? Room 10…Room 12! Harry pushed open the door and was met by Malfoy coming out.

"Potter! You're here. Thank god, what took you so long?" Malfoy didn't wait for a reply, but continued, "Ginny's gone into shock. The healers are doing everything they can but…listen I'll take James upstairs, you go and talk to the healers."

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to let go of his child, but he needed to see Ginny. A moment later however, Tania had lifted the small boy out of Harry's arms and pushed him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Ginny was lying in the bed, covered in blankets, a needle in her arm dripping a peculiar purple potion into her blood. She looked very small and very pale. A healer was taking her pulse and staring at his watch and hadn't noticed Harry come in.

"What happened?" Harry asked quickly, hurrying to the bed and taking Ginny's free hand. "What's wrong with her?"

"Shock," the healer murmured, dropping her wrist back down on the bed and sticking a thermometer into her mouth. "Body temperature well below what it should be…possible hypothermia…"

"You said it was just shock!" Harry protested.

The healer finally looked up at him, and Harry recognized him as Healer Fitzgerald, a grumpy man, who had fixed Ginny last time she'd been in hospital. Giving him a disapproving look, he said, "Do you know anything about shock, Mr Potter?"

Harry shook his head.

"Well then, let me explain. Shock is a medical emergency in which the organs and tissues of the body are not receiving an adequate flow of blood. This deprives the organs and tissues of oxygen. Because of this, Mrs Potter has slipped into a shock-induced coma and she has mild hypothermia. Severe shock can end in death, Mr Potter, so if I were you, I'd think again before calling it just shock."

Harry's mind seemed to be working excruciatingly slowly as he tried to absorb this information. He was still holding Ginny's cold, clammy hand, and realised how much it felt like a dead person's hand. As soon as he'd had that thought however, Harry chided himself. Ginny was not dead, nor would she die. He wouldn't let her.

"You can fix her…can't you?" Harry asked, hearing his voice shake.

"Probably, but it's hard to magically get someone out of a coma. Magic is very much a mental thing, and right now her mind is…well, who knows? I have to locate it and bring it back to her body, if it doesn't come back naturally."

Harry gazed down at Ginny and felt his eyes burn with tears. He'd yelled at her. Right before she left, he yelled at her. If he hadn't been so angry, she wouldn't have stormed off and he could have looked after her, kept her calm.

So now his wife was in a coma and his daughter was missing. His life had been turned upside-down in a matter of hours.

Okey dokey. please please review everyone. i appreciate them so much! and i need something to cheer me up at the moment! thanks for reading!