Chapter Six
Ill
"Ginny? What are you doing?" It was three days after Ginny's birthday, and they were sitting in Harry's hospital room, and Ginny was trying to fly. She'd jump off a chair and try to stay in the air, but she'd fall right back to the ground.
"I'm trying to fly! It's not as easy as the birds make it look…" Harry laughed. Ginny sat down and sighed. "Oh, well…"
"It's alright; you'll probably learn how to fly sometime." Smiled Harry. Ginny gave Harry a small smile.
Suddenly, Harry began to cough. He put his hand over his mouth, and coughed rashly. When he stopped with the coughing, he began to gasp for air. Harry looked at his hand, it was shining with blood. Ginny was at his side immediately.
"Harry! Harry! Are you alright!" Asked Ginny with concern.
"I-I'm fine." Harry's throat was sore. He could barely talk. Ginny gave him a look which plainly told him she didn't believe him.
"I'm fine, really!" Lied Harry. Ginny didn't seem to have heard him. She reached her hand out and felt his head. Harry hissed with pain, as her hand made contact with his burning skin.
"You've got a fever." Stated Ginny. Ginny pushed him back into the pillows, and covered him with the blankets. Harry protested, but Ginny wasn't listening to him.
Ginny told Harry to go to bed, as she walked out of the door. Soon, he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When Harry woke up, he could barely see, or talk. He had a migraine, and his bones felt like they were on fire. He shut his eyes then opened them again.
Harry saw a red blur looming over him. He grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. Ginny was leaning over him; a frown was plastered over her face.
"G-g-ginny?" Choked Harry.
"Yes it's me, Harry."
Suddenly, Harry leaned over the bed and started vomiting. Ginny screamed for help. Harry lay back on his bed, and but his head on the pillows and shut his eyes for a few seconds. After a few minutes of silence, in walked three healers. Sirius was following closely behind them.
"What is it, Ginny?" Asked Sirius. His eyes kept shifting to Harry, then back to Ginny.
"Harry's really ill!" Confessed Ginny. The Healers walked over to him. One felt his head, another put a thermometer in his mouth, and the third was checking him over and over with his wand.
A healer took the thermometer out of his mouth.
"He's got a high tempter. It's past 1'03. That's not good." Said the Healer. One healer left the room and came back with a vial of blue liquid.
He tipped Harry's head back gently, and tipped the liquid into his mouth.
When Harry swallowed the strange liquid, he felt worst. He bent back over the bed, and threw up all of yesterday's food.
Harry was stuck in bed after this and wasn't allowed to leave for anything, except the Bathroom. Healers came in every few minutes to check on him. Soon, Harry fell asleep.
His dreams were filled with death. He kept tossing and turning, and by the next morning he was worst then before.
Harry began to have a problem with breathing. He kept choking, and gagging on food. Soon he wasn't able to eat anything. He was only allowed Water.
The healers checked on him one morning. He looked worst then before.
He was pale. Sweat covered his face, and his sheets. He face was a really light green, and his eyes were dilated.
After awhile, Harry was put on a lot of Medicine. Harry had to take pain potions, and dreamless sleep potions.
After awhile his fever went down, and he was much better, and was allowed visitors. Today Ginny had come to visit him.
"Hey, Harry. I got you something." Ginny handed Harry a small package. Harry opened it.
He was holding a photo album, with pictures of him, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. Some had his parents, and some were of him at Hogwarts and him with the Weasleys.
Harry kissed Ginny on the neck, and whispered in her ear.
"I Love You."
(A/N) I know, Short chapter. Sorry about that, I'll try to make the next one bigger. Please read and review.