Ginny lay in bed starring at the ceiling, her hand stroking her stomach without her realising it. She hadn't slept properly in over a month and she knew she wouldn't for a long time yet. Ron was still in hospital, Hermione constantly at his side. Her father was still wrapping everything up at the ministry and her mother was constantly fussing in the kitchen. The one person she was truly worried about hadn't appeared yet. The battle had raged and they'd won but Harry hadn't returned. She knew deep down he was alive, there was no way she'd be able to breathe if he wasn't, but as the hours ticked by she became more and more worried.
The wizarding world had rejoiced at the victory, but the Weasley family had been solemn. Mrs Weasley saw Harry as a son, and so mourned his lose like a mother, and the whole family had joined with her. Ginny couldn't bring herself to leave her room unless it was necessary, not even to visit Ron. Watching him lying comatose in bed only made her thoughts darker. And for now she needed to keep her mind clear, she needed to hold on; despairing now would only drag her into a void she knew she couldn't escape. She had to stay strong for herself, for Harry, and for their baby.
Early the next morning Ginny woke with a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. As she rolled over and starred out of the window at the rising sun she knew something was happening. As there came a small tap at the window she knew exactly what was going on, Ron. She ran to the window and retrieved the owl. It sat patently on her bedside table as she undid the small note and as soon as she did it swooped back out of the window. With shaky hands she unravelled the note and instantly recognised Hermione's writing.
Ginny,
Ron has woken up, your mother is here with us now. She didn't want to wake you since you've not been sleeping well but now he's come to more he knows where Harry is. The last time he saw him he was being dragged into the Forbidden Forest by a hooded figure. Ron thinks that it was one of the Death Eaters we missed; you have to get here now.
Hermione.
Before she'd even finished the letter Ginny had pulled her jeans on, and as soon as she found a top she flew out of the door and down the stairs. Sat in the kitchen Fred and George were fighting over who was going to cook their breakfast since there mother wasn't around.
"Hello there Ginny, sleep deprived much."
She shot them the darkest look she could muster that early as she pulled her winter cloak around her shoulders.
"We have to go now," she said as she ran into the living room.
Luckily she heard the scrape of chairs behind her and the shuffling of feet as they followed.
"What's going on?" George asked as he and Fred both pulled their own cloaks on.
"Ron's awake and he thinks he knows where Harry is."
Without a second word they were in the fireplace and making there way to St. Mungos.
Ginny was the first to burst through the ward doors not caring if she disturbed anybody. She had to know where Harry was and she had to know now. She needed him badly and every day that past by the ache in her heart got worse. She spotted her mother near the back and headed clean towards her, ignoring the dirty looks from one of the newer nurses. As she reached her mother she threw her arms around Ginny's neck.
"I'm so glad that you came hunny I knew you'd get out of bed for your brother."
She hugged her mother back, but had to fight the urge to say she didn't care about Ron right now. He had an idea where Harry was and that was all that was on her mind.
"It's alright mum everything is coming together."
Ginny pride herself from her mother just in time for Molly to rap her arms around Fred and George's neck.
Ginny pulled up a chair and sat the opposite side of Hermione next to Ron's bed. She smiled broadly at her brother as he was sat up in the bed fully aware of what was going on; unlike the last few times she had seen him. He reached down and squeezed his baby sister's hand lovingly.
He seemed to read her thoughts as they touched though and sighed deeply, "I know that you're happy I'm awake Ginny, don't worry, but I also know that you desperately need to know what happened," he squeezed her hand lovingly again.
As he laid his head back on his pillow Ginny watched a spasm of paintare through his body. Ron may have been awake but he was far from out of the woods. Ginny hated herself at that point, hated the fact that just because her brother was here and seemed fine she didn't spare him a second thought.
"Maybe we should do this later," Hermione whispered to Ron hoping Ginny didn't hear.
She knew Ginny was anxious but she had no right to put Ron through unneeded stress. She wanted Harry back as well but not at the cost of sending Ron back into a coma.
"It's alright Mione I need to tell you this, we need to find Harry."
He squeezed her hand and smiled lovingly at her, god she hated him for that. He had such undying love for her and she still didn't know what to do with herself. Hermione gave herself a mental shake; this wasn't the time or the place to be thinking about such things, yet.
Ron breathed deeply as if mentally getting himself ready for what he had to say.
"Alright here's what I can remember, bare with me I'm still piecing things together," he paused for a moment while Fed and George pulled up chairs and Molly perched on the end of the bed, "I followed Harry as we tracked a group of death eaters that had headed down near the forest. Harry wasn't in the best state but he wouldn't listen to me when I said we should go back. We managed to disable one that had fallen behind, not before Harry took a nasty gash to the leg though. But even then he wouldn't stop; he'd torn after the others before I could stop him."
Ron paused again and looked down at his baby sister. He wantedso badly to protect her from everything but he was in no state. He needed Harry to be there for her but he didn't want to loose her in the search for him.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, "before I knew what was happening I'd got hit from behind and went down really hard. I guess they didn't care about me but the last I saw one of them was dragging Harry off into the woods. I tried to get up but I got hit in the back of the head and that's the last I remember."
Ginny sat back in her chair and rubbed her forehead. Not as much as she was hoping for but it was a start. At least she knew a ruff location where he had been which was more than she had that morning. She also knew that whoever had taken him, had taken him alive, this gave her hope that they would find him alive as well.
"Thanks Ron at least I know that he was still alive."
Ginny hugged Ron, being careful not to squeeze him to hard. When she sat back down, George draped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.
"If I know Harry he's fine there's no way that he'd give up."
Ginny couldn't hold it anymore she'd tried her hardest to be strong but the pain she felt couldn't be bottled away anymore. She silently cried into her brothers shoulder, feeling him wrap her up protectively. She felt Fred's arms go around her to, and soon Hermione had joined. Ron patted her lightly on the shoulder, and Molly hugged Ron. They stayed like that for a while, letting themselves just feel.
