A/N: I'm sorry it took so long – I just couldn't get Harry's perspective right! Hope you like!

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Chapter Three – The Ongoing Struggle Against My Own Body

HarryPOV

Honestly, losing consciousness after just defeating the greatest evil wizard of all time was not on my to-do list. The falling into the arms of my girlfriend was not the worst part to tell the truth, it was the fact that I didn't even get to celebrate my victory with her.

The last thing I remember was turning back to Ginny, my hand still raised in triumph and a grin plastered to my face. I felt a wave of red hot electricity run down my raised hand and through my body. Ginny started speaking but I couldn't hear her. It was like my brain was disconnected from the rest of my body yet I could see out my eyes and feel my arms and legs. Ginny must have noticed something because her face became worried and she stared at me with eyes full of concern. She said something that I couldn't hear, and then I lost complete control of my legs and fell into her arms. I was unconscious before we touched.

When I regained consciousness, I noticed something was wrong immediately. There were many signs but the main two were that a) I couldn't breathe and yet I didn't feel like I needed air and b) couldn't move, or even open my eyes. I was so caught up in my own mind that I didn't try to hear what was happening around me. I jumped (mentally) when I heard a door shut and heard a soft voice shaking with what might have been anger but sounded more like tears,

"You better wake up soon Harry Potter." The voice said. My heart skipped a beat as I realised to was Ginny. She was here. "You and me have a problem to deal with. Nine more months and your sleep won't be as peaceful." My mental face went confused – what did she mean 'Nine more months'? I search my brain for what she meant when I felt her bury her head into my chest, her soft hair fanning out over me, and listened and felt her cry. This hurt me. I wanted to get up and comfort her. To pull her into my arms and hold her until she stops. I strained against the invisible bonds that held me to the bed, then gave up. There was no way to escape right now. I felt my heart rate slow and began to feel tired. My mental eyelids began to close and I drifted off into a sleep that I was already in.

I woke up to shouting. Once again I tried to open my eyes and failed. I was still tied to my bed, held down my chains that covered my whole body starting from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes. I concentrated on the voices.

"- assure you miss." The voice of the Healer who I had met on my first visit to St Mungo's, Healer… Pimley, that's it. "We know what we're doing here and I assure you –its just stress."

"That's what you told me three days ago!" The voice was unmistakably Ginny's. she sounded distressed and upset, they way she did when no one believed her. "You also said that he would be awake by now! And I assure you-" her voice was dangerously low, "it is not stress – its something else. I don't care if you know what your doing because I know what I'm doing and harry potter is not under loads of stress because HE WAS OVERLOADED ON POWER!" There was a heavy silence in the air, filled with the breathing of all those around me. Finally someone said,

"You shouldn't exert yourself – not in your condition." It was the Healer.

"I don't care about any condition that's mine or anyone elses." Ginny said, breathing hard

"What did you mean 'your condition'?" Someone said, and I realised it was Ron. Where was Hermione?

"Didn't you know?" it was the Healer again, "She's -"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Ginny yelled. Then to my surprise I heard her flop down onto the chair beside me and began to cry into my chest again. I struggled against the chains and almost yelled in delight (mentally) when I found I could move my toes. I wiggled them as hard as I could, hoping that it would make the rest of my body moveably but no such luck.

"Harry?" Ginny's voice broke through my thoughts, "Can – can you hear me?" A light pressure on my cheek – Ginny's hand. I stopped momentairily and mentally sighed a few seconds later. I had lost it. I was frozen in my mind and not able to move. And so the ongoing struggle with my body continued.