A/N: To all of my loyal readers and reviewers, I am so sorry. Wow, It has definately been more than 3 days. I love you all so much and thank you for the reviews. I will never promise you another update again. I can't believe that I promised you something and didn't follow through. I am a horrible person, but hopefully a better writer. I , all of a sudden, became very busy, with a lot of things. My friend has been having some troubles and she needed someone to talk to, making it hard for me to take time for writing. But I finally did it, knowing that this is important to me, and maybe, important to you to. This is long, sorry. Thank you for everything that you do to uplift me and support, and critique me, I really appreciate it, and will try to be better in the future. Lots of Love, Sloane Peterson.

Chapter 34

Ginny woke up feeling stiff and tired. At first she didn't know where she was but slowly her surroundings came into view. She was at St. Mungo's...

No one was in the room and she felt very alone and frightened. Her skin tingled and she wondered what had happened to get her there. Where was Harry, how had she survived, what had happened.

She slowly rose up out of the bed and stood on the ground carefully, feeling her own weakness. The room was chilly and she grabbed a large sweater lying on a nearby chair. She didn't know who's it was and she didn't really feel like thinking to hard about it.

She opened the door into the hall, being blinded by the bright lights. The people were buzzing about, as if she weren't there.

A doctor walked past her and got up the nerve, "Excuse me." she called after him and he turned around to look at her. Then he frowned.

"You must get back to bed." he ordered her, his voice firm, his dark bushy eyebrows furrowed, and he shuffled her back into bed.

"No, wait... I'm so confused..." she mumbled.

He nodded at that.

"Please, do you know what happened to me... what happened to Harry... I'm just so confused."

The doctor nodded again and shoved his hands into his pockets nervously. He didn't answer for a long time, he stuttered and mumbled things.

"What happened to Harry?" she asked urgently.

He looked back up into her eyes, and blinked. "He's... on the 5th floor..."

Ginny almost couldn't breath, hearing that he was alive. "What happened to him?"

"He... he who must not be named..."

"Yes..." she urged him.

"He was torturing him..."

"Yes, yes... I know that part." she cried, wanting to know what had happened after she'd passed out.

"Then... you came out of the trees... and people are saying..."

"What are they saying!" she cried in anticipation.

"That, when you walked out... he who must not be named was just about to kill Mr. Potter, that he was going to use... a... a horrible curse, and when you walked out you yelled a spell, with your wand out..."

"What was it?" she asked.

He looked at her curiously, "You don't know what you said?"

"I can't remember, please tell me." she begged.

"Mei-amor-vienco."

"Oh." Ginny sighed, the breath leaving her body.

"It was only the second effective use of the spell in all history."

Ginny just nodded, barely able to breath. 'Mei-amor-vienco' was a spell used to save someone, but the person could only be saved if both people loved each more than anything else in the world, with every part of themselves. If the two people did not love each other this way than the spell would counteract and kill both people. If Harry and Ginny hadn't loved each other completely, desperately, than they would both be dead. Rupert Hexylene was the founder of the spell and he and his wife were the only known (living) users of of the spell. They had also had a rare connection that Ginny had read about in only a few books it was called "The Knowing".

Ginny sighed and gasped for air. "He's alright?" she choked on her words.

The doctor shook his head, "He's living, but he isn't alright. He was in quite a bit of trouble before you got there."

"May I go see him?" she asked.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, you had better stay in bed."

She shook her head, "I'm fine... and I need to see him." she saw understanding in the older man and his eyes softened, only for a few minutes, he'll be asleep."

She nodded and they both walked quickly out of the room, leaving to find Harry.

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Ginny shoved the door opened with all her might. She couldn't stand another minute without being with him, even if he was unconcious.

His head was layed against the pillow precariously, his mouth opened, his breath coming in gasps. His face was contorted in what seemed to be pain.

Ginny frowned and put her hand out to situate his head in a better position. He groaned and closed his eyes tighter. She slowly ran her fingers along his face up to his hair, trailing them through the tangled mass of black. His breathing, went from pained to contented within a few minutes.

Ginny smiled at that, happy with that little victory. He would wake up with time, and they could marvel together at the chance they'd both recieved at life through each others love.

A/N: Just wanted to say, thank you again.