Here's another chapter for your enjoyment! I would have posted soon but I was given a challenge by a friend to re read 5 books in 6 days before the 6th in the series came out... and of course I succeeded with flying colours but it did mean all I was doing was reading...

Anyhow, enough about me, onto the story!

Oh and there will be an author note at the end which will hopefully clear things up... maybe... :P

Chapter 9: Complications

"Harry! Harry! HARRY!" Ginny screamed as soon as she turned her head when she realised he wasn't behind her. Running frantically towards him, all animosity aside, Ginny fell to her feet to cradle Harry's now bleeding head, one hand pressed against his forehead while the other stroked his burning cheek as though to soothe his pain.

"Please, Harry, stay with me. I need you. I'll make it better; I promise, just knock yourself out of it and come back to me!" Ginny's pleading softened to a whisper.

Finding herself searching desperately for anything or anyone to help, she completely forgot the thin piece of wood that stuck of her side pocket until her panicked hand brushed past it. Yanking it from its usual place, Ginny held her wand aloft, pausing to try and remember the needed details of her desired spell. It had been so long since she had needed to conjure a patronus and even longer since she wanted to but at that very moment she knew it was the only thing she could do to help. Scanning her brain for any memory that could have been classified as good, Ginny found only heartache. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned back to Harry, whose thrashing was now more pronounced, the agony painted undiluted across his face as he screamed silently.

Her scared mind in overdrive, she looked upon his face and an image of happier times flashed across her mind's eye as though it was happening then and there. The vibrant day shot into existence through it had come about so many years before hand. The jubilant feeling from that day coursed through her whole being as she watched a younger, carefree Harry look at her, his eyes brimming with unbridled happiness and passion as she ran towards him and into his arms. Pure bliss flooded Ginny as she felt Harry's lips upon hers through the memory, his body pressed against her own, his hand caressing her cheek and neck, not even paying attention to the shocked crowd surrounding them.

The present engulfed Ginny again and without thought or even words, a silver stag glide from her wand.

"There's something wrong with Harry, I need help." Ginny spoke to the patronus before turning back towards Harry. His thrashing seemed to have calmed but the agony across his face was prominent. Ginny continued to stroke his face, hoping that the fluent motion would wipe away his pain. She noticed that his forehead had stopped pouring out blood as she cleaned Harry's face. A furrow appeared in between her brows when her fingers grazed across a familiar marking on Harry's forehead. Each time her hand moved over his bloody brow, the angry cut turned into raised irregular scars, which then gradually took shape into an obvious lightning bolt.

Panic changed to shock, which in turn changed to fear. Ginny was scared of losing the one person that ever mattered in her life and hoped beyond hope that her deepest fears wouldn't actualize before she was able to fully appreciate the miracle of having him come back to her. Despair washed over her body even more, her tears flowing freer than they had in years, hushing Harry softly as he moaned in pain, hoping that someone would come soon.

She couldn't lose him again, she just couldn't. Losing Harry once again would surely kill her, Ginny thought. She needed to help him, to save him like he had once done for her all those years before. Vowing to herself that she would now do whatever was needed, no matter what the consequences; Ginny shot bright red sparks above their heads, hoping that someone would see.

"Merlin Ginny, stop being impatient, we just got your patronus. By the way, when did it become a stag?" Charlie called out several yards away before she saw him. Pushing past a thick hedge, Charlie gasped once when he caught sight of Ginny kneeling beside Harry, who was now writhing with pain on her lap once more.

Briohny followed Charlie but didn't pause once she caught sight of Harry. Conjuring her own patronus, a platypus, Briohny then spoke rapidly to it before it went out of sight.

"We need to get him back to the house. I don't know how long this is going to last." Briohny's voice was clipped and direct. "I've sent for someone but I want to get him comfortable first. Charlie?"

"I'll get him." Charlie answered, moving to grab hold of Harry. "Ginny, I need some help. We need to get Harry back to safety. I need you to let go and help."

Shaking her head against his help, Ginny held Harry closer, struggling against his violent twisting as she tried to heave him up.

Charlie knelt down just as Ginny collapsed against Harry's dead weight. He stared into Ginny's fierce eyes to convince her. "We need to get him back to the Burrow. I need you to help me help him."

Those words woke Ginny to sense, knowing her brother was much stronger than she could ever be. Ginny let go of Harry as Charlie heaved his now limp form from the ground. Ginny stopped breathing as she saw that even his pained face was limp. Her fear had now turned to all familiar cold dread as she watched her brother's hulking figure cradle Harry's body in his arms. She had seen him cradled like this, once before but by Hagrid and the same feeling of heart-breaking dread flooded her. The first time she had seen him like this he was playing dead and as they reached the Burrow Ginny hoped he was doing the same thing.

"He's going to be fine, Ginny." Briohny's voice seemed to be coming from far away even though she was right besides her. She draped an arm over Ginny's slumped shoulders, her hand rubbing Ginny's arm in an attempt to calm her. Ginny looked up at the older woman who gave her a nearly sisterly squeeze and wink, as though to tell Ginny to trust her.

As they entered the Burrow a loud crash made Ginny turn her head, finding her mother struggle out of a pile of clothes as she came from the laundry. "Oh, Ginny, my baby girl, are you okay? You look like death warmed up. Are you hurt? Tell mum what you need." Molly Weasley said, her arms flapping before she gripped her daughter into a bear hug, patting her body over to check if Ginny was hurt.

"Molly, a healer will be here any moment, can you send him up to Harry's room." Briohny said quickly before making her leave up the stairs.

"A Healer? Oh my dear, Merlin, Harry! Is he hurt? Oh, Harry!" Molly cried as she began to make her way unconscientiously towards the stair case before remembering Ginny and Briohny's request.

Ginny leant against one of the kitchen's chairs, her heart beating erratically. "Get a grip, Ginny, he needs you." she muttered to herself. "You're a Weasley. You're strong, not this whiny, panic strickened git! Get a grip!"

Straightening up she marched herself up the stair case, ignoring her mother's pleas for information. Briohny was waiting outside Harry's door, her hand holding a wet cloth.

"Can I go in?" Ginny asked apprehensively.

"I think so. He's been calling for you." Briohny answered, her usual carefree smile was unnaturally nowhere to be seen as she passed the cold, damp cloth to Ginny. Looking up, Ginny finally noticed the stray feathers still protruding from Briohny's hair. It seemed like it had been months since she pulled the trick on Briohny and Charlie but in truth it had merely been hours.

Ginny finally took in Briohny's words, an inch of hope erupted into her chest. "He's awake?"

"Not really, he's been in and out of consciousness. The pain seems to get too much at times." Briohny paused and frowned. "But he's been calling for you nun the less."

Nodding, Ginny pushed the door open while Briohny took her leave back down the stairs. Holding her breath, Ginny stepped into the room where Harry laid, his body jerking every now and then under the thin sheet, his bare chest tensing and retracting abruptly.

"Ginny." Charlie stated as he turned, standing up to offer her a seat beside Harry's bed. "He's burning up with a fever. I'm going to get a bowl and some more cloths. Pomfrey and the specialist shouldn't be long."

Nodding in reply, Ginny took Charlie's spot and went straight to wiping Harry's burning face with the fresh cool cloth. She held her self strong as he murmured her name, continuing to wipe his face and neck, the cloth in her hands gradually warming with each wipe. Not even acknowledging the door opening and closing, Ginny felt her mother's hand on her hair, stroking it as she had once done when she was a child.

"Ginny, dear, I can take over for you. You should rest." Molly smiled motherly.

Ginny's head turned abruptly, her eyes fierce and her lips letting out a near snarl. "I can do this myself, mother. He needs me."

"Of course you can, I'm just worried about you."

"I'm fine." Ginny answered automatically, taking the bowl of iced water and the clean cloths. Turning back to Harry, Ginny dipped a fresh cloth into the frigid water, trying not to register the cold stinging from the liquid.

Keeping her mind from her fears, Ginny concentrated on the job at hand, mopping Harry's face in an effort to cool his skin. She heard her mother sigh from behind her before continuing to stroke her hair in a comforting way. It didn't seem long before there was a light knock on the door and a fresh breeze coming from the threshold.

"Miss Weasley, we need to see Harry now."

Ginny turned to find Madam Pomfrey smiling warmly down at her as her mother stepped back and left the room. Standing beside her was a wiry haired man, his brown skin as smooth as melted chocolate. "He's burning up and in a lot of pain." Ginny stated, unsure as to what else to say.

"We know, but we can't help him until you leave."

Nodding in understanding, Ginny stood up, bending down to kiss Harry upon his hot forehead. She took one last glance before making her way out of the door and down the stairs. Ginny entered the kitchen where her mother was, a warming smell wafted through the room that seemed to be choc chip muffins. Baking was what Molly did when she needed a distraction from something horrific. Molly waved her wand at the oven, which opened as a tin tray of twelve muffins levitated out from it and onto cooling racks. Turning her head when the muffins landed, Molly ran to her daughter and engulfed her once again in a bone crushing hug, this time Ginny let go of her fears and wept silently into her mother's shoulder.

"There, there my baby girl, everything will be just fine." Molly said soothingly, stroking Ginny's hair once more.

"You don't know that." Ginny mumbled into her mother's shoulder, "He could be-" she couldn't finish the sentence.

"I know Ginny but Harry's strong; he's been through much worse." Molly reassured her daughter, with little success.

"I yelled at him, mum. Just before – I yelled. I'm so stupid and petty and silly and it's all my fault! I just can't lose him, not again, not ever!"

"Shh, it will be okay. He'll be up and about in no time, stressing you out, just you see." Molly pulled back and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the edges. "Anyhow, he has to be fine so he can marry my baby girl like she's been dreaming of since she was eleven."

"Mum!" Ginny stared opened mouthed at her mother, trying hard not to let her imagination get carried away with wishful hope.

Molly smiled again as she walked towards the cooling muffins. Picking two from the rack, she handed one to Ginny before taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Oh, I'm sure you'll make beautiful children. I can see it now, two little boys with messy black hair causing mischief and a little red haired girl, the spitting image of her mother." Molly face glazed over with happiness as she bit into her own muffin.

Ginny stared at her mother affronted, though at the same time imagining the same children. Scolding herself, Ginny picked at her muffin, shaking her head. "Don't get carried away, mum and put those images in the 'never going to happen' basket."

"If you say so, dear, but I still think the two are you are made for each other. We shall see though." Molly stood up and began to work on another batch of muffins. Her attempt to cheer her daughter seemed to do little for Ginny and even less for herself as the silence made both women give back into their own fears. From the outside in, Molly seemed to be holding it together but Ginny knew when her mother was stirring cake mix manually it was a bad sign.

Needing to leave the room, Ginny took her queue when she heard the front door open and close. "Mmm, something smells good!" Ron called cheerfully. "I could do with some of mum's baked goods right about now."

"Can you stop thinking about your stomach for one second and help your heavily pregnant wife?" Hermione called from outside.

"Sorry 'Mione, got distracted."

"Don't 'Mione me, Ronald, or you won't get your choice when it comes to boy names!"

"Okay, okay, I'm helping alright but I don't know why we had to bring it here." Ron sighed as he pulled the cot through the door way.

"Because, Ronald, the room's not set up yet and –" Hermione paused and gasped once she took sight of her sister-in-law, "Ginny?"

"What about her?" Ron asked, looking at his wife who was staring at Ginny.

"What's wrong, Ginny? Where's Harry?"

Ron stared at Ginny too, his gaze questioning the worried look that was plastered across her face. "Where is Harry? What did you do to him?"

"I-"

"Ginny? Ron, Hermione, will you join us in the kitchen?" Molly called out, her voice weak compared to her usual firmness. The three made their way to the kitchen where everyone bar the wiry haired wizard sat.

"What's wrong? Where's Harry?" Ron demanded.

"Sit down and shut up, like a good boy, Ron." Charlie barked as he helped Hermione into a chair.

"But Harry-"

"He's going to be fine." Madam Pomfrey answered. "We've got his fever down and we've hopefully stopped the pain. We won't be sure until he's awake."

"What do you mean? What happened to him?" Ron asked turning to face Ginny as the others did.

"We're not sure." Madam Pomfrey turned to her colleague who nodded stiffly. "We'll take our leave for now. We have some research to do." Nodding their goodbyes, Madam Pomfrey and the wiry haired wizard made their exits.

A still air of silence encased the room, giving everyone present a moment for their own thoughts. This didn't last long as Ron's impatience got the better of him.

"Is someone going to explain what happened or am I going to be left in the dark?"

"You're always in the dark, Ron, so what's the difference?" Charlie laughed heavily.

"Harry had one of his attacks, but a lot worse." Briohny added, ignoring Charlie's jab at his brother.

"Merlin!" Ron stood up quickly, "Can I see him?"

"You'll have to wait." Briohny answered quietly with a grim smile.

Ron frowned angrily at the Auror before walking towards his wife. "And why's that? Who put you in charge? He's my best mate!"

Briohny shrugged, unperturbed by Ron's rude outburst. "Harry wants to see Ginny first. He's been asking for her."

Ginny lifted her head from her thoughts, nodding to answer as she stood up.

"Don't hog him too long, I want to see him too!" Ron called as Ginny made her way up the stairs.

Taking a breath when she reached Harry's door, Ginny opened it quietly, just in case he was asleep. She closed the door behind her, sighing when she found Harry's peaceful figure curled to his side, his soft even breathes calming Ginny unknowingly. A slight smile escaped her lips before sighing once more and turning for the door.

"Ginny?"

A weak, croaky voice came from behind Ginny, causing her to turn quickly to face the obviously weak Harry. "It is you, isn't it? Can't be sure though, seeing as I can't really see that well. All I can make out is a red haired blur. Really should do something about my eyesight."

Trying not to laugh at Harry's ramblings, Ginny walked back to his bedside, handing him his glasses that were sitting on the bedside table. "Yeah it's me. How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged then tried to sit up higher, wincing a little. "Like I've done a fifty mile marathon then was run over by a truck. Scar's throbbing like crazy too, which it shouldn't being as I've gotten rid of Tom. Could just be a migraine though, not sure." Harry rambled again, taking in Ginny's appearance and frowning. "Are you okay?"

Ginny let out a laugh now, as she sat beside Harry's bed. "I wasn't the one thrashing around in agony with blood pouring from my head, Harry."

"You know what I mean." He replied, searching Ginny's eyes with a stronger sense of familiarly.

Taken aback by the slight change, Ginny stumbled over her words. "I-I'm fine, r-really. Perfectly peachy, I swear."

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, "If you say so."

The two sat in silence for a while before Harry moved closer to Ginny. Raising his hand instinctively to Ginny's face, he stroked her cheekbone with the back of his index finger, a gesture he had done once before, though it was many years before hand – by the banks of the lake at Hogwarts.

"You look tired."

Cocking her head to the side as though to stop the contact, Ginny frowned, "I'm a big girl, Harry, when I say I'm fine I mean it."

Though she had stopped the contact, she missed the gentle tingling across her cheek when Harry touched her. Pushing her longing back into the depths where it belonged, Ginny closed her eyes and stiffened her posture. "Why did you ask to see me?"

A smile crossed Harry's face as he slid closer, wincing a little with the movement. "I mostly wanted to make sure we're okay and not just physically." Harry chanced a sweeping look over Ginny's body as he sat up further, groaning as he moved his legs to the side of the bed.

"I've hurt you, haven't I, since I've been back. Complicated things."

Ginny shook her head and began to speak but Harry was too fast.

"You know I never meant to go away. Guess what's done is done now." Harry smiled weakly then added, "Where's a time-turner when you need one."

"W-What?" stammered Ginny.

"A time-turner." Harry replied, smiling with a cheeky glint in his eyes. "Hermione told me about hers a week ago. It's what she used to get to all her classes back when we were third years."

Nodding, Ginny noticed another glint in Harry's eyes, something she hadn't seen for many years. Something she had shaken off as wishful thinking.

"So," Harry continued, "I'm going to make things easier. I'm going."

"What? No, you can't. You can't leave, where would you go?"

"Not sure yet, but it will be better, less complicated. Unless," Harry's lips pulled into a crocked grin, "you want complications."

Ginny's breath sucked into her chest as her heart beat quickened. Not able to close her eyes from their focus on Harry's, Ginny forced her head to move as to turn away. "Don't be silly, Harry, you've got nowhere to go, you can't leave. Plus, what would you do if you had another attack like today?"

"Hope I have someone attractive to save me again. And you didn't answer my question" Harry stated.

Confessed, Ginny stood up. "It's irrelevant, Harry."

"I don't think so. I think it's rather relevant." Harry shifted himself, his body wavering on the edge of the bed, grabbing Ginny's shoulders for support. He straightened up and looked down into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I think you kinda like complications."

Gob smacked, Ginny stood up and took a step back, heading for the door. "I best go. Ron will kill me if I hog you any longer."

"Right." Harry replied, moving gingerly back into his bed. "Oh and Ginny? I was more embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what?" she queried.

"The poem." Harry smiled. "Having a dwarf dressed as cupid sitting on my legs in front of a crowd, singing 'His eyes are as green as a fresh prickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard'. It had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I felt bad for you though, especially after what Malfoy said. I wanted to curse the git for that."

Stunned, Ginny stepped back into the closed door and slid down it. "You – you remembered?"

"Yes." Harry answered simply with a smile.

Okay I wasn't entirely sure how to send messages with patronuses so I just assumed that it would be kinda like a recording of your voice. If it isn't right and others know, please I'd welcome you letting me know... Also, about Ginny's patronus... now because this fic is kinda an AU, I felt that Ginny patronus would change from a horse to a stag because of the huge shock in losing Harry years back.

Lastly, the scar... well it's technically not a scar at this very moment but you know what I mean... okay, I just want you all to know the scar opening up again has nothing to do with him being a Horcrux or with Voldemort... though there is something dark coming on... the more Harry remembers, the more the scar will apear as a permanent part of him again. You'll understand exactly why it's happening this way in a couple more chapters when also find out a bit more about the "specialist" Madam Pomfrey brought. By the way, if you're wondering why Pomfrey is the one looking after him and not a medi-witch/wizard from St. Mungo's, it's mostly to do with keeping the knowledge that Harry is alive and kicking from the media. Having the media belting down the Weasley's door to get an interview wouldn't be easy with Amnesia Harry, let alone the other Weasley's.

Wow, for someone who isn't a huge fan of big author notes, that was rather big! :P Hope you all enjoy this chapter and I'm currently re working the next chapter!