A/N: Soooo…how was the first chapter? Loved it? Hated it? Gosh this is so nerve wracking! Well anyways, just give it time and let the plot unfold.

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Chapter 2

St. Mungo's

Hermione followed Tonks and Ron to the Welcome Witch.

"Next!" The witch shouted.

"Yes, erm…Ms. Weasley's room please." Tonks bent down so that only the Welcome Witch could hear her.

"Full name?"

"Ginevra Molly Weasley." Tonks whispered.

"Yes…Ms. Weasley… Fourth Floor, room 417."

"Thank you." Tonks pulled Hermione and Ron away from the desk and hurried them up to the fourth floor.

"Wait…Tonks…why are we—" Ron began noticing that they were outside a patient's room.

"Just…go inside. Your mother will explain. I'm so sorry." Tonks said and left.

The two pushed open the door. Hermione gasped and buried her face in Ron's shoulder. Ginny was lying sleeping in a bed. She was covered in bruises and cuts.

"Mum! Mum, what happened?" Ron asked, seeing his mother standing there.

"I-I d-don't k-know!" Mrs. Weasley wailed. "She's i-in a c-coma!"

The three collapsed upon each other sobbing, and remained that way until visiting hours were done.

No one noticed the boy. He wore a cloak that covered his face but from what little you could see, he was a handsome boy. A handsome boy with messy black hair. It was almost as if he didn't want to be noticed. So, of course, no one did. They were all too busy with their celebrations to notice a shy boy slipping up to the fourth floor. But yet, the boy was there. He walked to a room and opened the door. He let out his held breath when he found it empty. He felt like avoiding everyone. He slowly made his way to the patient's bed.

"I'm sorry Gin." He whispered. "I shouldn't have left you."

He felt silly, talking to the girl. He knew she couldn't hear him, but yet, it felt good. It felt good to talk to tell her what happened, to let it all out. But it made him feel worse this time, knowing that she couldn't whisper "It's ok."

He stayed for hours talking to her. He talked so much he didn't even notice how tired he was or how late it was getting. When he did finally notice, it was dawn, and he disappeared with a crack.

Ron Weasley was having a nightmare. He watched in his mind as Hermione was ripped from his side and dragged away. He saw Ginny disappear, and Harry fall.

"Ron!"

"Wha—"

Ron jerked away to see Hermione standing over him.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Bloody brilliant." He said sarcastically.

"Well excuse me for waking you up. I just thought it would interest you that Harry's disappeared. But you can go back to sleep, because apparently I thought wrong." Hermione turned to leave.

"No! Wait! What d'you mean Harry's disappeared?"

"Well, I mean that no one apart from you father, has seen him since yesterday. That worries me. I know he bottles things inside, but this is one big thing for his bottle."

"I…wait…what?"

Hermione sighed.

"He can't leave this bottled up Ron! He has to talk about it! I mean just knowing that—"

"That he did us all a favor by murdering the most evil wizard of all time? Come on Hermione, how can that possibly be bad for him!"

"You honestly don't see it?" Hermione asked.

"No."

"Ron, this is Harry we're talking about! He's been through enough—" Hermione stopped, searching for a word.

"Shit." Ron supplied.

"Well, yes. He's been through so much that I doubt he'd be able to handle it if someone told him the Dursley's had died! As much as I hate to admit it Ron, I don't think Harry's mental capability will ever be fully innocent or whole ever again."

"What so you think he's insane?" Ron asked, his face growing red with anger.

"No. I just think he needs help."

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