St Mungo's
Day 70
I almost passed out when I felt the faint flutter of a pulse. He was alive! He was breathing lightly but his eyes weren't open. I put my arms around him and waited for the others. When the walked up they saw me holding his hand and they knew he was alive. Whether he was OK or not was another question.
We picked Harry up. Hermione at his head and neck, me at his shoulders, back and waist, Ron at his feet. Fred walked behind us as we supported my boyfriend down the stairs and out into the carriage. If it was squashy before it was nothing. We met Neville outside with Draco. Draco looked almost sympathetically at Harry. Then we all squashed in the carriage. As silly as it felt (and probably looked) Hermione and I lay Harry across our knees. It was almost laughable. I put my hands on his stomach to stabilise him. I didn't know where we were going but the Thestrals seemed to so when we stopped I couldn't help but wonder.
Neville slid out first and then called, 'It's fine, we've been brought to St Mungo's.'
Hermione and I shuffled on our seat. How to get Harry out? Ron came over and began to drag Harry out by his hair. 'Stop it!' I shrieked. Hermione instructed her boyfriend to hold him around the neck and lift him. When Ron obliged, She lifted his feet and tried to shuffle out. I took her cue and began to lift his stomach. Now this plan could have worked. Except Ron tripped as I was moving and he dropped Harry's head. That left me to support both and I was standing on the edge. The extra weight sent me tumbling out of the carriage, Hermione not far behind me. We sat on the pavement, looking at each other.
Draco was smirking at us, 'Well that's one way to get out of a carriage.'
Draco began to jump down with the agility of a cat but Fred had other plans. As Draco was about to jump, Fred gave the boy a shove. So of course the ferret hit the concrete, sprawling. He sat up and he looked like he had broken his nose. He he he he.
I suppose
we didn't look much better. Hermione was covered in scratches and
grazes from the recent falls we had endured. Ron's ankle had
twisted and now he was limping. We approached the glass window and I
saw my waist length red hair was knotted and tangled. I got to the
window and tried to walk through like I did last time. But I walked
smack into it. That was frustrating. None of us could get in so I
leant towards the dummy. 'Oi. Buster.' I said to it shortly, 'you
will let me in the hospital now or I will smash your window. Harry
Potter is dying here. He is not ok. You let me in now or…' I
didn't bother finishing my sentence. The window cleared up and
Hermione and I lifted Harry through. Then the rest followed us.
We
went into the admin and a bunch of unimportant stuff happened. The
woman wouldn't believe that we had Harry and that he was dying. I
was tired and scared and angry by now and those three don't
normally make a good combination. I leaned forward and grabbed the
pink robes of the woman. 'Do I have to go to your manager? I am the
girlfriend of Harry Potter and I will seriously make sure you never
get another job again if you don't let me in NOW!'
The girl's eyes widened and we were quickly surrounded by Medi-Wizards and Healers. Harry was loaded onto a stretcher and then a Healer asked for family or close enough. Hermione nudged me and gently pushed me forward. I looked at everyone and they nodded, so I followed the Healer. She led me to a sterile white room. I clung onto Harry's hand as she asked me about him and where I found him. After about ten minutes she said she had to go work on Harry so she made a Medi-Wizard lead me back to a large room. The walls were a pale yellow and it reminded me off home. With a start, I wondered if I would have a home after this. I let the medi-wizard instruct me to get into a pale blue robe that all patients had to wear.
Then she led me into wear everyone else was. Everyone was being checked up on. I took a bed beside Hermione. My wrist was broken again, even though I had only fallen from a carriage. Hermione had broken her ankle and three ribs. She grimaced as her foot was bound up and she was given a set of crutches. She relaxed back on her bed and surveyed me. Ron had done no worse than a couple of scratches and all of us had a bad flu. They gave us food and some other items. I grabbed the hairbrush and began to attack my hair. Hermione braided it for me and then we both sprawled out on the visitor's couches. She had her foot propped up on one of them and I was lying on my stomach. An hour passed with no news on anybody else. Then half an hour later Fred came in from reception supporting George. Thank God. I was so glad to see him. Hugs all round and then Hermione and I began to talk again. 'Have you thought about what you're going to do when you get out?' I shook my head, forbidding those tears to fall. I didn't want to think about it. I was hoping that I had just imagined it all. Then I heard George muttering, 'Nothing Mum can't fix.'
It struck me. My brothers didn't know about mum and dad. I told Hermione what I was going to do and then I grabbed Ron.
We sat Fred and George down and then we had to tell them the worse. 'Fred, George. Mum and Dad are dead. They died in the war.'
Fred continued to stare at me and then he looked at Ron as if expecting him to contradict me.
'No… No! They can't be dead!' George began to go pale. He buried his head in his hands before standing up and storming out of the ward. Fred sat with his hands on his knees, looking up at us disbelievingly. 'What are you going to do Gin?'
I looked at him questioningly, 'Well. Ron's moving over to America for an internship next year, remember?'
I shook my head. My brother had never told me about that. I had thought I could count on Ron to take me in and that I would be ok. Now I realised, I was alone. Fred was engaged already and George was dating. They only lived in a small, two-room apartment. A scrawny sixteen-year-old girl wasn't going to fit with their flash lifestyle.
I stood up and told Ron to leave me alone. Did Hermione know about this? Was she going over to America with him? Was I going to be left alone in London on my own? I lay down on my bed. Hermione came over to me but I shrugged her off and rolled over. I was scared. Had anyone considered me as they made their plans? No. They had thought that I would be at home. I was terrified of the thought that I may not be able to survive. I began to cry. I don't know when I drifted off but when I woke up I had a blanket over my shoulders.
Now it is morning and I have managed to recall all the events of what happened since I entered the Hall. So much happened. I entered the Hall, slightly scared but reassured by the fact that I was safe. And I left the Hall feeling terrified for Harry's life and mine. I have no idea how to deal with these emotions.
A healer had just burst into the room. 'Ginny, can you come with us!' he cried breathlessly.
I'm off to follow the healer now. Cross your fingers.
Ginny.
