I looked at her, her red flaming hair, her milky white complexion, and the little freckles that seemed as though they were sprinkled upon her. Ginny. I thought keeping her away would serve as means of protecting her not making her worse!

I was at St Mungo's hospital, Intensive Care Unit. Physically, Ginny was fine, all the cuts and bruises she had brought upon herself the wizards and witches of St. Mungo could have easily repaired. No, she was fine physically, but mentally, her conditioned worsened every second. No one was allowed inside the room, none of the wizards or witches could think of a way to rid her of her mental disability. They had told us, her whole family and I that she had brought this anguish upon herself and only she could take it away. It was a question of whether she would have the determination to undergo the sufferings she would have to endure. My Ginny, my baby was suffering because of my doing. Even though I was outside, starring into the room's transparent section of wall, I could here her screaming, crying, shrieking for the drug. My eyes were red from the many hours of crying I had tolerated.

I whispered her name, the words entwined with the Earth's wind and echoed silently inside my mind. A feeling of emptiness captured me. What had gone wrong? Why had it gone wrong? I felt the bottle, hidden inside my pocket. My pity traveled to the Weasleys. They could barely afford to pay their children's school fees, for their books and ink, etc. Now they had to worry about the hospital bills, and it was all because of me.

Maybe if I had listened to my heart, maybe then she would still be shining her smile towards me. Maybe then she would still be well and full of good health, maybe then; she would have no desire of killing herself. Her reason for doing so was so that I could be happy and she wouldn't be a burden to everyone, least of all me. I know the Weasleys may be sharing their grief with me but deep within me I know that they blamed me for what Ginny had done to herself, what she wanted to do to herself.

She screamed my name over and over, I longed to be by her side but I wasn't allowed inside. Fresh tears began to form in my eyes… what God would allow this?

"HARRY! Harry!"

The name echoed through my mind, there were strange people all around me, trying to hurt me, to torment me. I screamed for all I was worth. Those people were trying to hold me down and voice in my head kept whispering, "Die…die…die…death is the only option…"

"NOOOOO! Nooooo! Get out of my head! Get out! GET OUT! HARRY! HARRY!"

"Death…only option…"

"HARRY!"

My tears sprayed unto the bed I was being held unto, unconsciously my body moved in all directions on its own accord, the more they tried to push me down the more my body struggled. My mind, my heart, my soul was tired of this life, how people want to treat me, how they discriminate me. Through my tears I could see Harry starring at me, his face tear stained. For just a small moment, time stopped and our eyes locked, seeing through each others pain and understanding the others reasons. For a moment, even time stopped for our love.

I was brutally shaken awake and everything around me came to focus. I could see something glinting in the bright light of the room. A needle. What were they trying to do? Why did they want to hurt me? WHY!

"What are you doing, get it away! Get it away! NOOOO!"

I felt the needle slide into my skin, my flesh, through my neck. Surprisingly there was no pain, maybe because I had felt too much of it. All of the sudden I became dizzy, my head began to spin; everything around me became a blur as I slipped back into nothingness.

"Hey! Hey! What did you do? What did you do to her?" I asked questioningly, banging on the door.

"Harry, Harry, calm down. They're just giving her something to calm her down, so she doesn't hurt herself," Ron answered, his hand on my shoulder.

I just nodded and told myself to relax. Of course, that seemed logical. Didn't have to overreact. Get a grip Harry. "Harry, you okay? I think you need a little fresh air," Ron suggested.

I nodded in response. Yeah, that's what I needed, Fresh air. But I can't leave Ginny alone, not in the condition she's in. "Yeah, maybe I'll go later."

"Ginny will be fine Harry. You need to rest. I'm pretty sure you didn't sleep last night," Mr. Weasley said, "It's okay. We'll be here for her."

I couldn't speak. It was as though something had stuck something down my throat. All though I tried to say something, nothing came, so I nodded and followed Ron towards the exit.

We walked in silence; everything around us seemed to feel our sorrow, which explained why no noise could be heard. People around us watched with curiosity, it was as though someone had put up a big sign over our heads that had a certain pitiful appeal to it. My mind kept racing back to Ginny, How was she? Was she okay? What was she feeling right now?

Ron broke the silence with a cough, "Harry?"

I looked at him, "Yeah?"

"You know we don't blame you, right? About what Ginny did, I mean. It's not your fault man."

"Yeah."

Silence fell over us again as the awkward moment passed. I felt like sleeping, sleeping beside Ginny. Being what we used to be. To hear her sarcastic comments and see her radiant smile. I smiled as I remembered the first time I kissed her. A proud moment in my life. The happiest memory that would ever reside in my mind.

Memories of her and me floated across my mind, remembering the moments we shared, trying to forget recent occurrences. What have I done to her? Was a question that echoed through my mind and into my conscience.

I didn't deserve to be here, to watch over her. I had never deserved to her love. Everything around me seemed to vanish, and Ginny's face floated in front of me. She was smiling, wind blowing through her flaming red hair, her hazel eyes shining with glee. She held out her hand and gestured for me to come closer.

"Come on Harry. Come and play with me."

I shook my head. What's gotten over me? But even though I shook my head, Ginny's face was still flying in front of me. She giggled.

"Oh silly willy. You don't have to do anything. Come on, come play with me."

"Ginny?" I asked uncertainly.

"Who else baby? Come on, there's a warm bed waiting for us. You know what that means."

"Yeah, yeah I do."

I was brutally shaken back to reality. Ron's face starring at me.

"Harry! Harry! Snap out of it!"

I observed my surroundings and realized that I was at the stairs.

"You almost fell! What were you thinking?"

"I dunno," I said, my voice shaking.

"Serves him right for what he did to my Ginny."

A familiar voice said form behind me. Out of curiosity and anger I turned back and my eyes widened with surprise and astonishment. What was he doing here?