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Chapter Four: Sent Away

Ginny ducked and weaved her way through the fiercely duelling witches and wizards. She needed too get to Luna, she'd seen Luna run after a wizard, not knowing he was leading her too a bunch of hungry, bloodthirsty werewolves. Ginny dove to the ground in time too see Hermione knock out Draco Malfoy, who had attempted too harm Ginny. She shot Hermione a glance of thanks and quickly jumped up too get too Luna, only she was too late. Ginny screamed out, as she saw the werewolf rip of Luna's arm, another dove for her throat, causing blood too spray everywhere.

Ginny spun around with tears in her eyes and caught sight of Neville diving through the air too block a spell aimed at Ron. Ron fell to the ground beside his once roommate, yelling for Neville to wake up. A hand flew too Ginny's mouth in terror as she caught sight of Fred crumpling too the ground saving his twin brothers life. She spun away in time too see Lavender fall too her knees with curses continuously striking her body, one right after the other. An arm pulled Ginny too the ground just as she watches Seamus die too save his best mate.

Ginny woke up with a start; sweat covering her body in a thin layer. She stood up and walked over too her bathroom. She stood at the sink and turned the tap on cold and splashed her face with the icy water. It had been a few weeks since she had dreamt of that night. In a way she was beginning to believe she would never dream of it, but obviously that was not the case. In fact it had been two weeks since she had broken down in Harry's arms. They hadn't had a chance to really talk since them, with the OWL's and NEWT's approaching quickly.

Ginny turned the tap off and dried her face before walking back too her bed. She laid down under the covers and closed her eyes, willing herself too go to sleep. With a sigh she rolled back onto her back, starring at the ceiling. It was pointless trying too sleep after that nightmare. The only good remedy that helped was a nice hot chocolate. She got back up, pulled on her white silk nightgown and fuzzy black slippers and headed too the kitchens.

The corridor was empty with students sleeping along with Professor's, excluding Ginny of course. She made it too the kitchen undisturbed. She tickled the pear and pulled the door open, stepping inside. Four house elves were standing around, but once they caught site of Ginny, they ran over too her.

"Dobby, hi," smiled Ginny spotting Dobby as one of the four house elves, "Where is Winky?"

"Winky is sleeping Professor Weezy," answered Dobby, "What can Dobby get you?"

"A hot chocolate please."

"Hot chocolate at midnight? Won't that keep you awake?"

Ginny jumped a little and turned around too see Harry smiling at her, "Harry… hi."

"Hi. Long time no chat, huh?"

Ginny nodded, "Been busy with work."

"Oh… so why did I see you with Hermione yesterday by the lake talking? Was that work?" accused Harry with a tad of coldness too his voice.

Ginny looked away and thanked Dobby for her drink as he handed it too her. She turned around to answer Harry but he was gone. Ginny sighed and headed back too her office. She'd have to speak to him tomorrow. Now all she wanted too do was to drink her hot chocolate and try to get as much sleep as possible.

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The morning came a lot sooner then Ginny wanted it too. She headed too the Great Hall in a complete daze, hardly noticing any students walking past her. Thankfully it was Sunday, allowing her to catch up on sleep before the new school week. Once in the Hall, Ginny sat down eating her breakfast in silence saying hello too those who said it first.

"Hey Gin," said Hermione sitting down beside her, "How are you this morning?"

Ginny sighed, "Well I hardly had a wink of sleep and Harry is angry with me."

"Again?"

Ginny nodded, "We haven't spoken in two weeks and you know I have been busy, but yesterday he saw us chatting by the lake and probably thinks I am avoiding him."

Hermione sighed, "But it was the only break you had because I forced you to. Didn't you tell him that?"

"I didn't have a chance too. He left before I could."

"What about the dream? Was it of that?"

Ginny nodded, "It's been nearly four years."

Hermione sighed, "I thought you said they had stopped."

"I thought they did… but obviously not."

Before Hermione could say anything Harry walked in looking as tired as Ginny did. Ginny excused herself from the table and left, having barely eaten two bites of her breakfast. As Harry sat Ginny exited the Great Hall through the back entrance only teachers could take.

"Hi Harry," smiled Hermione, "Bad night?"

"How'd you guess?" replied Harry cutting his bacon.

"Ginny mentioned last night too me. She truly has been busy Harry. I made her take that break yesterday… it was only short."

"She never said that."

"You apparently left before she had the chance."

Harry nodded guiltily, "Hermione… has Ginny ever mentioned something about a chance for us to get back together… at all?"

Hermione sighed, "To put it bluntly… you lost that chance a few weeks ago. She said she doesn't love you and Ginny never lies about that. I guess…" Hermione paused not knowing how to word it, "You keep your heart covered in stone. Every time Ginny tries to get closer you go cold. But it seems when you try, she does exactly the same."

"Maybe she is playing hard to get," joked Harry with the first true smile directed at Hermione.

Hermione smiled a little but shook her head, "You both have a lot to deal with from the war. I did… I cried and mourned the losses, so did Ron… but Ginny…"

"What about Ginny?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"She didn't mourn, cry or anything. She just got into cleaning up. She was a zombie. I thought that was her way of dealing with everything. But now she is a complete workaholic, she hasn't dealt with anything at all. She hates crying. I know that."

Harry sighed, "Is that why she won't let me near her? Because I bring issues into the relationship?"

"Harry, what she wants from you is a friendship… she doesn't want a relationship. Why don't you just think of what Ginny would like from you, instead of what you want from Ginny?"

Harry nodded, agreeing with what Hermione said, "But how do I tell her that when she won't even go near me?"

Hermione shrugged and said, "Send her a letter maybe?"

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Ginny sat in the library searching through the Restricted Section for anything that may hold the cure to her brother's paralysation. So far she had found only two books with actual information. The reason they were in the restricted section was because the remedies were extreme and inappropriate for students to attempt. Other books either screamed at Ginny or were full of unidentifiable writing. Those books Ginny didn't know why the kept. No one could read them.

Ginny sighed after she shut another screaming book. They were beginning to give her a headache; then again the headache was also from lack of sleep, stress and not eating any breakfast. She left the restricted section and borrowed out the two books, to read in the privacy of her room.

Students passing looked at their Professor in confusion, never before had they seen her walking around without a smile or in a serious conversation with a fellow Professor. This was a Professor they didn't know walking past them.

"Ginny, there you are!"

Ginny looked up from the ground and gave Hermione and half smile, "Hi Hermione."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Just tired. That's all."

Hermione sighed as she walked alongside Ginny, "Ginny, you look and sound exactly like Harry… and that isn't you."

Ginny looked at Hermione in disgust, "I'm nothing like Harry, because unlike him I care about people and didn't ignore them for three years."

Hermione watched Ginny walk off shocked. The red haired woman walked off at a quick pace, clutching her books to her chest. Hermione bit her lower lip in worry before walking off to do something urgent.

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Dearest Ginny,

I know you are probably furious with my behaviour since my arrival at Hogwarts and I guess I don't blame you. This is why I am writing to tell you I am going to seek some professional help. Until I am better and more emotionally stable I don't want us to, I guess, talk. You and I have a past Ginny but for us to have a future I need to help myself first.

I know it is selfish of me but I don't want to burden you anymore because I have seen you spiral into depression over the recent weeks and it isn't fair. We need space from each other Ginny. It would be best that neither of us converse with each other in anyway for the next few weeks or months.

But know this Ginny, I love you and always will no matter what.

Love,

Harry.

Harry folded the letter and gave the letter too Hedwig to take to Ginny. He walked over to the window and looked out at the students playing in the melting snow covered grounds. He sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them. What he did was the right thing. He had to get help. He couldn't keep living the way he was. He didn't want a heart of stone. He wanted to be happy, he wanted to enjoy his job, he wanted to enjoy loving Ginny, he wanted to not be angry with everyone.

With a nod Harry left the owlery to begin seeking help.

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Ginny folded the letter back up and looked at the wall across from her with tears in her eyes. She bit her lower lip to stop crying in anyway. She stood up clutching the letter and left her living quarters. She walked briskly through the school corridors, up the staircase and was soon banging on the door of the one she was seeking. She took a deep breath but once the door opened the tears began falling down her face.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" she cried as she was let into the room.

"It needs to be done. Don't you understand that?"

"I-I do! But not talking for weeks, possibly months? Are you insane Harry?"

"What? Ginny, one minute you are talking to me, then the next you are screaming or you are just not talking to me at all. Why does this bother you so much?" replied Harry.

"It just does! You… you are the only one who understands!"

"But Ginny… you can't help me and I can't help you!"

"I need you Harry! I'm sorry for not talking to you… is that why you are doing this?" blubbered Ginny.

Harry looked at Ginny stunned, this person, crying in front of him, begging him to not leave her in away, wasn't the person he knew. Where was the bright and happy person with her fiery temper?

"Ginny… calm down," pleaded Harry leading her to sit down.

"I can't cope without you Harry… you have to stay."

"Ginny, we need space from each other."

"No, no, no, no! I need YOU with ME!"

Harry stepped away from Ginny as she began rocking back and forth crying. He walked too the door and pulled it open to go find Hermione when her and McGonagall came walking up the corridor.

"I was coming to find you," said Harry, "It's Ginny… she's cracked… completely."

"I know," replied Hermione, "I have spoken to her mother by floo and McGonagall… we have all agreed she needs to go to St Mungo's for help. Because she hasn't dealt with everything, it's all piled up… and now look at her."

"I know. That is why I am seeking counselling before I go like Ginny," admitted Harry, "So if it alright with you Minerva I'd like every Saturday off to get counselling."

"Of course Harry. Now is Ginny in there?" asked McGonagall.

Harry nodded and led them into his office. Ginny was still seated rocking back and forth. Hermione ran over too her and hugged Ginny tightly. Ginny clung onto Hermione crying but pulled away to look at McGonagall.

"M-Minerva… sorry about this," mumbled Ginny wiping her eyes.

"No need. Ginny your family, Hermione and I agree you need help. Which is why we are sending you away from Hogwarts and too St Mungo's psychiatric ward for you to get better."

Ginny's eyes widened in shock, "What? NO! I don't need help. I am perfectly fine!"

"No your not Ginny," said Hermione rather harshly, "You have nightmares, you are depressed and emotionally unstable. Look at you! You have fallen apart… Ginny if you were fine you would not have even considered sleeping with Harry!"

"I am fine. I don't need help."

"Then how come you were telling me how much you needed me?" said Harry with a forced angry tone.

Ginny's mouth opened and closed a few times but in the end she submitted to being led out of Harry's office. They walked to Ginny's office where Hermione and McGonagall packed her trunk and then she was taken to the carriage waiting for her. Hermione climbed into the carriage with Ginny. They rode out of Hogwarts in silence, but stopped at the gates. There waiting for Ginny were three people dressed in St Mungo's robes. Ginny reluctantly let them hold her, then apperate her to her new home for who knew how long.

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It had been one week since Ginny was admitted to St Mungo's, well almost. They were one day from it. Ginny wasn't allowed to see any friends of family for three weeks, which was the hardest part for Ginny. She couldn't even get her letters first hand. They were checked to ensure no one sent her anything with more problems for her to handle.

Ginny woke up in her hard bed with white blankets. She dressed into her outfit; all patients wore standard pale blue robes with their names printed across the front in block letters. She made her way to the eating hall, where her fellow patients greeted her like they did every morning. It was to build communication said the counsellors that were constantly on Ginny's case everyday. They drove her insane, acting like they cared and understood her issues. How could they? They didn't know her, or knew her history.

"Good morning Miss Weasley," greeted her personal counsellor, "How are you this morning?"

"Fine. When can I leave this place?" replied Ginny eating the horrible runny scrambled eggs.

"When you are fully healed. They have found a temporary replacement for you at Hogwarts."

"Who?"

"An Australian witch, her name is Rebecca Lismore."

Ginny nodded even though she had an instant hatred towards a witch she didn't even know. She began eating her horrible food and ignored the others around her. She hardly knew the peoples names, and it didn't bother her one bit. She was too tired to care really. Her sleep was still interrupted from dreams, but what scared her most was not all of them were about the war; some were of her family members getting killed right before her eyes.

Her counsellor, a male with kind blue eyes, butter yellow hair, tall with a fit body looked at her intently. Ginny purposely ignored his eyes by biting into a warm muffin. He reached out and took the muffin from her, earning a glare from Ginny.

"Miss Weasley – Ginny, I want to help you leave this place. But I cannot do it by you not telling me everything. I know you are still having nightmares. I have monitored your sleep for the past few nights."

Ginny sighed, "I have told you so many times, Jim, I am fine. I was only a little emotional. The person who I thought understood me told me he didn't want any… contact with me. How would you feel if someone told you that?"

Jim looked slightly pleased. Finally after nearly a week of being Ginny's personal counsellor they had made a little progress. Part of her issues were cause of this person she just mentioned, most of it had to do with the war and by not mourning over the ones lost. But Jim also knew other things that have happened in Ginny's life have helped lead to her having a major break down at only 20.

"This person… what role does he play in your life?" asked Jim casually.

A bitter look crossed Ginny's face, "Friend, true love, betrayer… golden hero… betrayer… self pitying bastard!"

Jim nodded, "Ginny I am going to give you this," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a brown leather book, "I want you to write everything that bothers you, or makes you feel a certain way."

"Will you read it?" asked Ginny accusingly.

"To help you, I need too."

Ginny sighed and pushed her plate away. She stood up and left the eating hall, not even taking the diary with her. Jim stood and followed her down the plain white corridor and into her boring room. Ginny was pacing across the floor with her hands clenched tightly.

This, Jim knew, couldn't be something cured over night. It would take weeks, possibly months.

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Harry walked into the well-styled room with elegant furniture decorated around it. On the walls were paintings of random flowers, landscapes and pictures of people Harry didn't know, though they had a familiar look about them. He sat down on the two-seater chair and waited for his Doctor come in. Just as he leaned forward to look at a picture on the table the side door opened and in walked none other then Cho Chang. Her long black hair was still as shiny and her skin; clear of blemishes or other marks. She was stressed stylishly in crème and pale pink robes.

"Harry, hi," smiled Cho as she sat in the single seater side on from where he sat, "How have you been?"

"Well that is what I am here to see you for isn't it?" replied Harry with a smile.

Cho nodded and looked down at the form in front of her, "You wish to talk about the war and battles you have faced before that, along with those who died to help you with the defeat of He Who Still Must Not Be Named, correct?"

Harry nodded nervously.

Cho nodded and opened a wad of parchment and posed her quill to begin writing, "Let us start with what you remember from the night of your parents murder, shall we?"

A/N: Not much I know. But you get that. And with next chapter the rating will increase to M due to graphic scenes, not gory or all telling. Just enough to increase rating… and better to be safe then sorry. Well review me on what you all think!

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