Chapter six

Ginny expected pain to hit her. Or even shock What she felt when Harry told her she was a widow, however, what she felt was not pain. Not even close to pain. It was relief.

Relief that Jake would no longer have to suffer, that she would no longer have to suffer, and most of all, she was not married. Meaning she was free to marry the man she loved.

She did not say a word. Instead, she took the spoon calmly from Harry, and took a bite herself. The soup was great, she wasn't sure what was in it fully, but it was some kind of vegetable soup with noodles. Ginny didn't really care though. All she cared about was eating, and she followed Harry's words to eat slow.

When she looked at Harry, she saw that behind his glasses were ancient green eyes. Tear brimmed ones. They had seen too much, in his young life way too much pain and death, and killing. And now he feared that she was feeling pain.

"A doctor?" she inquired.

"A mediwitch to be exact, was a small clinic, and they respected me as Harry Potter, and thankfully never told the media I was there.

"Why am I your first one in over a year then?"

"Because I hated being a doctor."

She kept eating. "Why?"

"There was a tough case once. I never forgave myself when I was told to just let the person die, and I did."

"I see. I never did this you'd like the work. Why'd you do it? Become a doctor when ever since seventh year all you've wanted to do is teach?"

It took Harry a long time to answer that question. He stood up and walked over to the window. Ginny could still hear Fred and George's voices yelling outside. They must have been trying out a new product or something.

When Harry turned back to her, one tear rolled down his cheek. "I did it for you."

"Me?"

Harry glanced at the two boys in the room that were still sound asleep. "Yes you," he answered. He walked over and took the tray away. "You're done. I'm sorry, that's all you can eat Mrs. Andrews. You'll be eating mostly broth and drink loads, I'm afraid for the next few weeks. I expect you ever to lose some weight, but no matter how hungry you seem, you will be okay, I promise."

Ginny ignored what he said about her eating. She didn't care about eating anymore anyway. She grabbed his shirt sleeve. "Dr. Potter, why did you do it for me? How did you do it for me?"

Harry didn't respond. Couldn't respond. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, the tears coming down now, he quickly looked away. "Damn it Harry," Ginny hissed, "Tell me!" With all the strength she could muster, she pulled him towards her.

She pulled again.

Harry moved backwards toward her, fearing she would spend all her energy. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and the turned towards her. "I'm sorry Gin, I truly am," he whispered.

"The night I broke up with you, the second time, you recall, you were stripped of your magic. I took it from you. I took it from you to defeat Voldermort. I couldn't face you and tell you that. I couldn't. I'm sorry I had to, but I did it to save everyone else."

Ginny felt anger, and shock flow into her brain. She did her best to remain calm. "How did you do that? Why did you do it?"

Harry knelt by her bed, and forced her to lay back, putting one hand on her stomach. "Ginny, I swear, I didn't mean to. I didn't even know it would happen when –"

"When what?"

"The night we – had – did it. When we had ---sex, twenty four hours before the battle. The day after was the final battle. I didn't know it would be. Merlin, I swear I didn't, Ginny."

"Harry, just tell me what happened," Ginny almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"I read up a lot of things during those days. I ran across a book –" More tears fell from his eyes. He was getting her comforter all wet. She placed her hand in his. He looked into her eyes, continuing

"That's why I didn't want to have sex until after Voldermort was gone for good. I read that a really powerful wizard, one shared a bond with another, could strip a witch of their magic, if the witch had sex with one of the two that were bonded, and they fought within twenty four hours, the one who had had sex with the witch could strip them of their magic, if, and only if, the witch loved the wizard enough to give up her magic for him."

Ginny felt as though a rock had fallen on top of her.

Harry took her magic, Maybe on accident, but he was the reason that she no longer had magic, it wasn't a spell, or a curse that had taken it. It had been her love. Harry Potter had taken it, to use it to save the world.

She felt exhausted all of a sudden. She let go of Harry's hand and closed her eyes. She felt and hear Harry stand up, and walk across the room to leave. "No Harry, don't go, she said softly. "Please. I'd do it again, give up my magic any day, if it helped you. I would've then, and I would do it now.. You still haven't fully answered my question though."

Harry froze. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Harry," Ginny said again, "Come back, tell me the answer."

He turned back, and saw she still had her eyes closed. He sat on the edge of her bed, and said quietly, "I became a doctor to figure out how to get the magic that I have – your magic, -- back to you."

"And you figured it out, so you quit the job to do what you really wanted to do with your life. And you've been trying to contact me ever since then."

Ginny was very intelligent, Harry smiled to himself. He heard himself respond, "Yes, Gin."

"Then why are you sorry now?"

"I found two ways it would work. One, I brew a potion, and my blood, and you drink it. However, you can no longer have that way, because Dudley hurting you. The idea was you have none of my blood in your body, and you can get it that way, but then, since I was the one who gave you the transfusion for you to be able to live, it will no longer work."

"I see. And the other way?"

"I brew the potion, and we have sex again."

Ginny felt her heart go to her throat.

"There's also another factor. We have to be married."