A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while but I've been really busy but never mind that. Here's the third chapter coming you're way! Hope you like and pretty pleasey review. Thanks.

Chapter Three: St. Mungo's

Ginny appeared standing in her old backyard. She breathed in the smell that was so familiar to her that she almost felt like a kid again. She walked swiftly down the hill and into the garden. Her mother was visible from the kitchen window, washing dishes it seemed like. Ginny knocked on the back door and within seconds it was opened.

"Ginny!"

Her mother swept her up into a tight embrace. Ginny held onto her mother knowing that she must feel completely responsible for her husband's accident. With this thought in mind Ginny squeezed her mother tight.

Mrs. Weasley held her youngest child at arms length. They examined each other. The brilliant red of Molly's hair was interrupted by the casual grey. Her face was starting to wrinkle and her eyes looked weary.

Molly guided Ginny into the kitchen and sat her down in a chair at the table.

"Did you have dinner? I was just making salad," her mum bustled about the kitchen flinging her wand at various objects so that they placed themselves on top a plate of lettuce. Ginny didn't say that she had salad earlier that day, it would be rude.

"Mum."

"Yes, dear?"

"It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be just fine."

Molly brought the plate over to Ginny and said, "I know." She sat down across from her.

There was silence while Ginny ate. Both women were trying to keep pessimistic thoughts from intruding their brain. When Ginny took her last bite, Molly whisked away the plate and placed it in the sink.

"Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Ron, George, Percy and Harry and all the kids are here. Go on up and see them."

Ginny got up and climbed the rickety stairs. Her stomach did flip flops at the thought of seeing Harry again. She hadn't seen him since Hugo was born. Ginny rightly guessed that everyone was in Ron's room and as she got closer she heard voices. She knocked on his door.

"Mum?" Ron's voice called.

"No, it's Ginny…"

The door flung open and Harry was standing in the doorway grinning from ear to ear. Behind him was everybody else.

"Ginny," he breathed.

"Hi Harry," she said.

"Well, don't goggle at her, Harry, let her in!" George said laughing.

Ginny expected to hear Fred say something but of course she heard nothing. She stepped in. Everyone looked weary but they all smiled at her anyway.

"Ginny! Ginny!"

She looked down to see Hugo Weasley clinging to her leg. Ginny bent down and picked him up.

"Hi, honey," she said nuzzling him. "How are you?"

"I'm good," he said grinning. Ginny loved his voice, it suddenly gave her hope.

"What about me? I'm good too!" Rose said.

Ginny put Hugo down and hugged Rosie. Victoire came up to hug Ginny too, along with Ted. Ted wasn't her real nephew, she just called him that because it was easier than explaining the real situation.

Ron's old room was small and Ginny was still trying to figure out why everyone didn't just go downstairs.

"Why are we all up here?" she asked in the middle of all the conversations.

"We thought we'd give Mum some space. She's a bit frantic now," Percy said.

"She ez so worried," Fleur said in her airy accent.

"We should keep her company," Ginny said. She left the room and padded down the stairs. It wasn't until she was on the second floor that she heard footsteps pounding behind her.

They all sat in the living room, Hermione starting a clever fire.

"Mum!" George called. "Stop cleaning, come in here and join us!"

"Oh George!" Molly's voice replied. She came in looking frantic as ever but she sat next to Ginny anyway. Ginny snuggled closer to her mother, putting her arms around her shoulders. She felt a hot tear hit her own shoulder and hugged her mother closer.

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The Weasleys traveled the Muggle way to St. Mungo's. They walked rather quietly through London and stopped in front of the dilapidated, miserable department store, Purge and Dowse Ltd. Bill stepped up to the glass window and spoke to the female dummy, "Here, to see Arthur Weasley."

The dummy nodded and Bill stepped through. The others followed as well. Ginny hated the feeling she got when she stepped through the glass, as if she wasn't exactly whole. But the feeling always passed quickly and she found herself in the hospital's waiting room.

"Fourth floor," Bill directed them. They all squeezed into a lift and to Ginny's dismay she found herself pressed into Harry's chest.

"Sorry," she said trying to adjust.

Harry grinned. She looked away feeling annoyed.

"We didn't really get to talk," his voice ghosted over her ear making her shiver. It was definitely not in a good way.

"What did you want to talk about?" Ginny used her regular voice.

Harry ran a hand through his black hair. Ginny watched him unblinkingly. He looked as if he wished he had never spoke in the first place.

"We'll talk later."

Ginny wasn't listening. They finally arrived on the fourth floor. The Weasleys exited the lift and followed Bill to the right. He went through a door that said, Healer-in-charge: Emmanuel Furland, Trainee Healer: Theo Labasticus.

"Familee should go firzt," Fleur said. "'Arry, Ted, 'Ermione and I vill stay out 'ere."

Mrs. Weasley looked as if to protest but thought better of it and nodded following Bill.

Ginny gasped at the sight of her father. He looked so small and he was chalk white. In contrast with his graying hair he looked like a ghost. A tall, broad black man was next to Arthur's bed scribbling something on a clipboard. He looked up.

"You must be Mr. Weasley's family. I'm Emmanuel Furland and I've been taking care of Mr. Weasley, here," he stuck out his hand for Mrs. Weasley to shake.

"How is he?" she asked.

"Not much of a change since yesterday but he is considerably weak. The backfiring of the spell sparked through him causing his bones and muscles to become thinner. Mr. Labasticus and I have tried everything. We've even consulted the highest trained Healers in and out of the country, we've tried potions but the damage is done and might possibly not be reversible."

Ginny noticed the tears gathering in her mother's eyes and put a protective arm around her. She felt a hand clasp her free one and looked down to see Rose looking up at her, eyes wide. There was something about the way Rose was looking at her that made Ginny have to turn away.

"We are terribly sorry Mrs. Weasley, but he'll have to stay here until we can find a cure and at this rate we're trying everything. I'll leave you to it, then." Emmanuel Furland patted Molly's arm and left the room.

Ginny took her arm from Molly who moved closer to her husband. She watched as her brothers gathered around her father. She felt a tight squeeze in her left hand, Ginny squeezed back just as Victoire came up to her right side.

"Where's Charlie?" she asked.

"I have no idea," Ginny said. She hadn't talked to Charlie is years.

"He'll be okay won't he? They'll find a cure," Victoire's voice cracked.

"Oh Vic…they will, they will."

Ginny looked over to see Hugo holding on tight to Rose. He was unnaturally quiet. She looked back to her dad. They'll find a cure, they will, she tired to convince herself but she didn't feel completely reassured.