To all who are afraid that I'll stop half-way, I would not if the reviews are coming in but the reviews are getting less, I might just give up. As you know, I'm very extremely busy with school work, the work load is driving me crazy and that's why I'm updating kinda slow, hope you all would understand. I would end the story nicely if I would be too busy to write anything as long as there are supporters.

Just review and I'll do my job of delivering fanfics to brighten up ur day!! There is the chap of the day, just for you!!

One more thing, I'll like to thank The Backliner here for beta reading this chap in recorded time. He finished it in 6 hr, and mind u 6 hr later is the time I check my mail, heaven knows he must have finished it in less than 6 hrs. Isn't it a wow thing? Thanks Backliner!!

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Ginny had left the room by the time Harry returned from the bath, Harry felt thoroughly refreshed after the hot bath but there was something that was not very right with him. The headache simply refused to go away and in fact, it was getting worse. Harry had to fight his way back from the bathroom to his room, his vision was so blurred that he almost walked blindly onto the stairs and would most probably had fallen to his doom.

The weather was chilly after the rain, and Harry put on a jumper. Despite him being warmly clothed, Harry still felt cold and he was shivering. His stomach was churning and the feeling made him want to throw up. He felt so uncomfortable that he simply heaved himself onto the bed trying to make himself more comfy.

Harry wanted to sleep for he was sure he would feel better if he did so but his mind simply refused, concentrating on the discomfort instead; refusing to close up. Harry tossed and turned in the bed in pain, the feeling was so terrible that he wished to just end everything. Finally, he could not take the protest of his body any longer, Harry slipped quietly into semi consciousness and the people in the rest of the house had no idea that he was severely sick.

* Ginny didn't want to linger around in the room when Harry was in it so she decided to go over to Mrs Figg's house to spend the day watching people move in a box. The old lady was lonely and always welcomed visitors; she was so oblivious to her surroundings that Ginny doubted if she would notice Harry's absence.

Ginny knocked on the door of No.8 Privet Drive and she was greeted warmly by the peculiar old lady. Ginny stepped into the house and settled in front of the television watching 'The Simpsons', which was her favourite show although she was always puzzled why does those people looked so funny. Ginny watched television and cuddled one of Mrs Figg's cat, Thi Thi, which was Ginny's favourite among the others, through the rest of the afternoon until too soon the sun had set.

Although Ginny was reluctant to go back, she still bade Mrs Figg goodnight and promised to return the next day thinking whether she would be turning up with Harry the next day. Ginny retreated from Mrs Figg's house and walked slowly back to the muggles' house in the peaceful night.

When Ginny entered the dining room, the three Dursleys was already going through the second dish. The moment they saw Ginny, they stopped whatever they were talking about a moment ago as she walked over to settle down at the seat at the far end of the long table. Her food was already set on the table together with Harry's but he was nowhere to be seen at the table. Ginny's intuition told her that something was wrong but she ignored the warning alarm and ate her dinner. Looking down at her plate, Ginny sensed someone moving towards her and settled on the seat at her side. Thinking it was Harry, Ginny raised up her head expectantly but was greatly disappointed to see a pig like face looking back at her merrily. Ginny was annoyed that Dudley had took the seat Harry usually sat at and rolled her eyes at him in detest, she continued eating, paying no attention to the unwelcome intruder.

Although Ginny did not acknowledge Dudley's presence, he didn't seem to be put off. Dudley tried to engage Ginny in a conversation by asking her where she had been the whole afternoon and how he was looking for her around the whole neighbourhood for he wanted to introduce his friends to her. Dudley was so engrossed in trying to get her to reply that he didn't notice that his parents were staring at them wide-eyed. Ginny noticed that but was not amused by their reaction for she was too preoccupied in wondering why Harry hadn't come down for dinner.

Ginny recalled that something was not right about Harry; his eyes had been dull and blank when she saw him in the room early that day. Half-way through her dinner, Ginny stood up abruptly and left the table leaving behind a bewildered looking Dudley and an astounded Aunt Pertunia and Uncle Vernon.

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Ginny entered the room and stood in the dark for a while before her fingers found the light switch and turned it on; the sight that welcomed her was shocking. Harry was lying on the bed reeking of vomit, his face was pale white and he seemed to be semiconscious. He was moaning softly and wasn't aware of Ginny's existence. Ginny was frantic, she didn't know what to do. She was thinking of writing to her mum to tell her but it would be too late by the time she received the letter, Harry was extremely sick and she don't think he could hang on without any attention any longer.

Ginny felt so helpless that she was in tears, she paced around the room unsure what to do and the sight of the mess Harry was in upset her. Ginny chided herself and suddenly a thought stuck her, she could try to make Harry feel better by making him comfortable. Not wasting any more time as a lot had been wasted, Ginny rushed out of the room and returned with a basin of lukewarm water and a small towel. Ginny tried to heave Harry up to a sitting position and began taking his sodden jumper and the T-shirt under it off, she then cleaned the filth off Harry.

Ginny helped Harry put on a clean set of tops, changed the bed and laid him back onto it, his head propped up with pillows and a thick blanket covering him. After cleaning up Harry, Ginny checked Harry to find out what was wrong with him when she realised that he was having a temperature (fever). Without thinking Ginny rushed out of the room with the basin of mucky water and returned with a basin of ice-cold water and several more small towels.

Ginny soaked the towel in the cold water, wrung it and laid it on Harry's forehead, neck and chest. Harry looked better, he was no longer moaning and in fact, he had fallen into a peaceful slumber. Ginny was very pleased with herself; seeing that Harry was feeling better and left the room with the sodden clothes and bedsheets.

The muggles had turned in and Ginny was left to wash the bedsheets and Harry's clothes and hang them up, she felt very tired after doing so much without magic. She made herself a hot drink and was enjoying it when she suddenly remembered that Harry hadn't taken his dinner. Ginny searched around the kitchen for some food but there wasn't any leftover from dinner, not even any soup.

"He couldn't do without any food especially when he's all frail and ill", Ginny thought and she decided to cook some plain egg porridge. With much difficulty, Ginny managed to find the eggs, rice and utensils, turn on the electric stove and cook the porridge. Ginny always helped her mum with the cooking, and egg porridge wasn't a problem only that she didn't know how to operate the electric stove that had no fire, but Ginny managed to get a bowl of delicious looking egg porridge all right.

After the tedious battle with the electric stove, the kitchen was in a mess. Knowing that Aunt Pertunia would scream if she saw the state the kitchen was in, Ginny forced herself to clean it to its original state despite her muscles protesting against doing additional work. By the time Ginny was done with the cleaning, the porridge was still warm and she hurried upstairs to bring it to Harry before it turned cold.

Harry was still soundly asleep when Ginny returned, she whispered in Harry's ear,

"Harry, I've got you some egg porridge, eat it before it turns cold. I know you don't want to risk eating anything but trust me, you will feel better after eating it". Not waiting for a response from Harry, Ginny pulled him to a sitting position propped up with pillows; blew the porridge and fed him; she was afraid that Harry would not swallow it but as if he had really heard Ginny, Harry swallowed spoonfuls and spoonfuls of porridge slowly without opening his eyes. After the porridge was almost finished, Ginny left Harry at that position for a while for she wanted to make sure the porridge was on the process of being digested before laying him back onto bed.

Ginny sponged Harry with wet towels continuously throughout the night until she unknowingly fell asleep sitting on the floor with her head resting on the side of the bed and when Harry tossed in bed, he by coincidence happened to place his hand on Ginny's sleeping head.

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Poll: I'm planning to write a new fanfic. It's gonna be a H/G fic, the setting would be at Harry's 7th year and he planned to fight volde one day without telling any1. he was sure he ws not going to survive and left ron, herm and gin a letter but gin discovered the letter before harry went. Harry's letter to gin said that he loved her but is afraid to tell her cos he knew he have to leave one day. After discovering the letter, gin rushed to harry's private room and hugged him. The mature stuff happened *cough cough* (you-know-what) and harry left before gin woke up. Gin woke up to find harry gone and went to look for him and ...

I'm not going to say anymore only that the story is to be a very extremely sad one. Pls tell me what you think, all comments will be taken well!!