Ginny lifted her feet slowly and placed them on the floor as cautiously as she thought possible. She was afraid that her feet would no longer support her. Hadn't she fallen, during the final battle, at a crucial moment? Hadn't she been unable to stand after that?
Luckily, this time Ginny was completely capable of assuming an upright position. The hospital floor was cold but Ginny didn't mind. She shivered a little due to the fact that she was mercilessly dressed in a hospital gown. Ginny carefully walked to the end of bed and, leaning on her bedpost, observed her surroundings.
Everything was impersonal white, clean, starched and tidy. She was in a room with seven other beds besides her own. Across from her was Harry, sound asleep and snoring softly as with everyone in the room. Next to Harry's bed was Neville's, then Ron's next to that – the three men she loved most in the world all lying side by side.
Harry had been her boyfriend. Ginny had loved him so passionately. He had loved her. They had been the perfect couple. Perhaps, they would get back together now. It was possible that now the stress was off their shoulders she could enjoy a normal relationship with him. Ginny sighed. It all sounded nice but…. Something was missing. Any possible clue to Harry's consent, perhaps? No one had dared talk farther into the future than the next few days because nobody knew who would still be around.
Ginny looked at Ron. He was her big brother. They had become so close since this summer. He had saved Ginny's life countless times, as many as she had saved his. Ginny was so glad to see him and know he was safe. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she smiled. She knew, no matter what, Ron would always be there for her.
Ginny turned her attention to the most perplexing subject in the room. Neville lay with his eyes opened. He lay absolutely still, barely even bothering to blink. Occasionally Ginny could see the rise and fall of the sheets that marked his breathing. Neville had taken Ginny to the ball during her third year. He was an awful dancer but so sweet nonetheless. He had given Ginny a rose that was enchanted to hum some unfamiliar romantic tune. Ginny had thought it was so tacky at the time but now she thought the gesture was sweet. Neville had changed since he had known both he and Harry were on even playing ground. Over the past few months he had sacrificed so much and saved so many lives for ultimate good. Ginny had found herself, more than once, comparing the two boys, Neville and Harry. She tended to find Harry coming up short.
Ginny sighed and resigned herself to explore the other rooms. There were so many people she needed to find. Where were the others? She walked out of the room and closed the door carefully behind her.
"Children's Ward" read the sign. As the door swung shut behind her.