don't worry, it will slowly become a happy story again. definately.

Chapter 18

December 25

Ginny woke, her eyes not wanting to open. Her body felt sore and the bed was seriously uncomfortable. She almost forgot where she was.

"Ginevra?"

The room was kind of fuzzy and the voice sounded slurred, like a drunk person. Ginny almost laughed, she felt so dizzy.

"Ginevra?"

"Shut up." she whispered, feeling a little drunk herself.

"Excuse me?" suddenly things came into view and she could see a nurse standing in front of her. Her name tag said, Afton. The room was bright and everything was white, sparkling clean.

"I... I'm sorry... I..." she stuttered, it was horribly embarassing.

The chubby little nurse just smiled, "Of course... It's fine, don't you worry."

Ginny nodded, her face still red from embarassement. "Where is my mother?" she felt like a little child, calling for her mum like that, but she was the person she had missed the most.

The nurse kept smiling, her little dark eyes squinting at her. "I'll have her come right in." she rushed out, shutting the door after her.

When the door swung open again it was Molly Weasley that stood, in her usual attire, looking at Ginny. Her face explained how she felt, It looked as if she hadn't stopped crying in days, her eyes were squinty. Her hair was a complete mess of red, as Ginny supposed hers was. She had two different colored shoes, one red shiny one, and the other a black one with scuff marks on the front.

"Mum?" her voice rasped and she began to cry.

Molly rushed towards her and held her like a baby, letting her cry for a long time. "Oh, darling... everything's going to be fine."

Finally when Ginny had stopped crying she wiped her eyes and looked up into her mother's concerned eyes. "Mum... I'm not pregnant am I?"

"No, dear. They used a spell." Ginny nodded and fell into tears again, this time it was happy ones.

"Oh... Ginny... I'm so sorry..." her mother whispered as tears fell down her cheeks to.

"I want to go home."

Molly nodded, "Tomorrow."

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Ginny didn't see her brothers that day, although her mother said they were in the hall. (All but Percy) Molly said they had sent him an owl to tell him she was in the hospital but he hadn't sent word back yet. Ginny wasn't too suprised. Molly said the boys were all fuming and randomly sobbing, pacing out in the hall, Ginny had almost laughed at that, not seeing her brothers doing such a thing.

Her father had been in the room briefly, he looked as if he had been crying, he couldn't talk to Ginny without getting a sad embarassed look in his eyes. It made Ginny quite upset so her mother had agreed not to make him come into the room again.

Molly had left for the night and come back with some clothes for Ginny to wear home. It was one of Ginny's ugliest dresses, pink which clashed with her hair, and frilly white lace, somehow Ginny didn't mind very much. She was just glad that she was back, with her mother, who loved her.

As they were leaving Mrs. Weasley piled all of Ginny's many flowers and gifts onto a wheelchair. Her parents had given her some daisies, one of her favorite flowers. Bill and Charlie had gotten her some roses. Fred and George being their usual silly selves gave her some chocolates from their shop, knowing she would use them well. Ron and Hermione had give her a beautiful silk blanket, it was soft and a rich chocolate brown color, Ginny loved it and wrapped it around her shoulders as they walked out the door of her room and into the hall.

The floors were slick and shiny, Ginny was intranced. She looked into every room as they passed them, heading to the elevator. Suddenly Ginny remembered Harry.

"Mum... where is Harry?" she whispered. Molly nodded and signed a check out paper as she reached a large desk. The skinny tight lipped nurse behind it nodded to her without smiling. Ginny always thought being a nurse would be a job she enjoyed, she wondered why the woman was so unhappy.

"Can you tell me where Harry Potter is?" Molly asked the nurse in a business-like way.

The woman didn't smile or anything just pulled out a long list and pointed her wand at it. "Harry Potter." she muttered. Pages flipped until they reached the P page and Harry Potter was highlighted. "He's in room, 390. 3rd floor."

Molly nodded and they began to walk towards the elevator again.

When they reached the 3rd floor Ginny began to be nervous. What would she say to him? Would he look at her differently? Would he be alright?

Molly opened the door and peered inside. Harry was asleep and a no one else was in the room. There were loads of presents, teddy bears, flowers, cards, all from his adoring fans. Ginny almost laughed. Molly pushed her inside and Ginny felt as if she woud vomit, at least he was asleep. She stood by the bed and looked down at his face.

He had dark circles surrounding his eyes again, except they were much darker, he looked sickly skinny.

"Oh dear." Molly gasped, "He will be coming home with us... so skinny."

"When do you think they'll let him leave?" Ginny whispered, his hair was sticking up all over the place, it looked as if one of the nurses had tried to comb it, obviously making it worse off.

"Mum, let's go home, I don't feel well."

Molly looked at her worriedly. "Of course, Ginny, lets get you home to have some mashed potatoes and gravy."

Ginny tried to smile at it, make her mother feel good, but she did remember the mashed potatoes and gravy she had had while in the "Malfoy Manor". She knew she would always be trying to forget it, and not just the mashed potatoes.