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"Emily! Get over here and bring a blood-replenishing potion." Emily, thanks to her common sense, heeded Ginny's call and brought over the potion. Ginny held Harry's head, just like she had so many times when he was sleeping, and poured the steaming red potion down his throat. But the potion had no effect.

"What happened?" he said, groggily, later on when he woke up.

Ginny looked at him concernedly. "Well…I think that spell that you said didn't take actually did something horrible to you." She fussed with his bed sheets, seemingly avoiding telling him.

He waited for a moment and then asked, exasperated, "What?"

Ginny sighed. "I think that spell is preventing you from healing properly. Each time I've tried to heal your wounds, they open up again. You're loosing so much blood and…" she trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"And what?" He suddenly noticed that she was wearing a different sweatshirt and her hair was much messier than it had been before he passed out. He looked outside, and daylight was fading slowly. That didn't make sense…he'd been brought to the tent in the early hours of the morning…he hadn't slept a whole day, had he?

"Gin…what time is it?"

Ginny sighed again, patting his arm. "Harry, it's nearly six. You've been asleep for a very long time."

Six…okay, that was alright. Why, though, did Ginny look so concerned? He'd only slept a few hours, hadn't he? He looked questioningly at her.

"Harry," she said softly, "you've been asleep for twelve days."

"What? Twelve days?" Harry asked, shocked. He couldn't be out of combat for twelve whole days! Voldemort was growing weaker. Harry and the Order and all their apostles were killing more and more Death Eaters each day. It was almost time for Harry to do what he was meant to do. It was almost time for Harry to kill The Dark Lord.

Harry couldn't be sick anymore. He needed to get back out there; he needed to finish this. "Ginny. I need to get out of here! Why can't you just figure out what's wrong with me and let me go?!" he said, rather rudely.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him and stopped checking his vitals. "Harry. It is not my fault that you are here," she said very slowly, annunciating each syllable. "I do not know what is wrong with you. You've been awake no more than five minutes, and you are already pestering me. Let me do my job so that you can do yours."

Harry stared at her, his mouth hanging open slightly. When did she become so sure of herself? If Harry had said that to her a few years ago, she would have blushed and mumbled something rude about him. He jumped when he saw her staring at him with an incredulous look on her face, and rearranged his mouth. "Sorry…it's just… I guess I'm not used to hearing you talk like that."

Ginny smiled. She certainly had changed. As for Harry, he was already as grown up as he was going to get. Being forced into war when he was barely of age did a lot to a man.

"Well, I think we've both changed. I'm definitely not the same person I was a few years back," she said calmly, her tone resorting back to its original easy manner. "Rest up, champ," she said, as she began to walk away.

"Yeah, 'cause there are so many other things I have to do here," he said, falling dejectedly back on his bed.

Ginny chuckled at his flippant nature and busied herself at her computer, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. The rest of the day was pretty easy for Ginny. It seemed as if the soldiers were getting more self-sufficient on Healing Charms; only a few serious cuts and breaks made it to the tent that day.

What I really need is Hermione, Ginny thought to herself, abandoning the pointless search for the answer to Harry's ailment. She gathered a pen and some paper, with the intent on Owling Hermione. Ginny knew she was busy with the Order, doing work far removed from the battle field, but Ginny was desperate. She scribbled a quick note, glanced over to Harry who was conversing in hushed tones with Lupin, and left for her private tent. She had a lot of work ahead of her, especially if Hermione was willing to help.

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