He was stood in the library trying to distract himself, with his mother happily tucked up on a couch reading, when Sirius burst into the room.

"There's been an attack at the Burrow," he said his eyes flashing to Lily.

With a gasp she dropped the book flying to her feet, turning to her son who was watching them quietly. It hit her then that he had no idea where the Burrow was, or who lived there. She crossed to the room and gripped his arm lightly before she said the words she knew would affect him so much.

"The Burrow is Ginny's home," she whispered and watched the shock filter through his eyes quickly chased with power.

He stepped around his mother his eyes all for Sirius as the other man tried to regain his composure.

"Take me there," he said and with a nod from Sirius the three of them were moving.

Once they reached the apparition point both Sirius and Lily took an arm each of Harry's and took him to the Burrow since they both knew where they were going.

They arrived just outside the house to absolute chaos; people were running everywhere, some carrying people, others trying to put out fires that had spread through the underbrush. Harry scanned his eyes over the milling people looking for one person and one person only. He should have been able to see her easily, but he couldn't find her. Breathing deeply he took in as much of the air around him as he could searching for one scent. Suddenly the ice of her scent spread through his mind, and his eyes zeroed in on a patch of blood in front of the Burrow's back door.

He was running before his mother could say anything, his mind following the trail as he worked through people to get to the Burrow. Once he was inside he could hear panicked voices calling commands from the front room and he knew that was where Ginny was. He barrelled into the room, pushing people out of the way as he went. More than one person tried to hold him back, hands grabbing at his arms and the back of his t-shirt but he didn't care, he moved ever forwards until he broke through the knot of people.

There she was on the couch her body spread along the whole things, her head lying limply on a cushion. Molly was at her side desperately trying to cast charms to stem the bleeding coming from a deep wound in her side.

"Nothing's working, Arthur, nothings working!" Molly all but screeched as her daughter's blood poured around her fingertips.

Arthur was stood over them watching his wife working to save their daughter, but everything told him that it wouldn't work that they were losing her.

Ginny had turned a grey colour, her lips turning blue, and Harry could see that her breathing was becoming shallower and more laboured. He walked forwards moving people out of the way as he did, he would later realise they were her brothers crowded around their only sister as they thought she died. Harry knelt down next to Molly, his eyes searching across Ginny as he did.

Turning from her daughter Molly saw Harry next to her his face black his lips set in a grim line, "Harry?" she whispered.

His eyes flashed to her and she gasped, she had seen eyes like that whenever her daughter had been close to turning. She pulled her hands away reflexively in shock and then tried to scramble back, but another set of hands held her out of the way.

Looking up she was greeted by Lily who was smiling softly at the other woman trying to reassure her.

"Let Harry help," she whispered and helped Molly to her feet to pull her out of the way.

The other woman stumbled backwards not wanting to leave her daughters side but unable to pull away. She watched as Harry settled next to Ginny and placed his hands over her side. Lowering his head he rested his forehead against her chest and she could hear him mumbling something but couldn't quite make out the words.

The room had fallen silent watching what was happening, only the sounds of muffled sobbing and the odd sniff could be heard. Hermione was at the foot of the couch, having been assisting Molly, and was now wrapped in Ron's arms. She was trying hard not to cry but it was hard watching her friend obviously so close to death.

Sirius was at Harry's shoulder, itching to touch Ginny but something told him not to interrupt. He could see power flaring under Harry's finger tips and knew he was doing something even if no one knew what it was.

Blocking out everyone else in the room Harry concentrated wholly on Ginny, letting his awareness of her sink into his skin. Her usually warm body was now cool to the touch and he knew that was a bad sign. Shifters could take a lot more damage than humans could, and he knew for a fact if the curse had hit anyone else they would be dead by now.

Using his cat senses to direct his magic he sent a flare of it out into Ginny. Suddenly his mind was filled with her, and he could taste her ice on his lips again. With a small smile he pushed more power into Ginny, feeding not just the witch but the cat as well. He knew her cat had the power to overcome anything, it just needed the power. He felt his own cat rubbing inside of his mind and knew it was itching to rub its body along hers.

"Soon," he whispered and the animal calmed lending him its strength.

Directing the power he gathered into the wound site he forced her body to begin healing. Ginny bucked up under his touch, and Molly gasped trying to reach forwards but Lily held her tight. She was watching her sons face as he concentrated and could see he was working hard to save the girl even if no one could see that. She had noticed the blood had stopped spilling over his fingers and she smiled.

Harry could feel his body shaking the more power he pushed into her but he knew she needed more. The awareness of her in his mind was growing stronger and he knew she was fighting her way back to the surface.

"Come on Breeze you can do it," he whispered as he pulled his head away slightly so he could look at her face.

It was no longer as deathly pale, but she still looked weak. He knew she needed one last push to make it back so taking a deep breath he pushed his mind into hers and wrapped her up with his warmth. He couldn't help the purr that left his lips when he felt her respond, her own cat rubbing along the inside of his mind.

His cat roared in triumph finally able to run its body along hers. He had a flash of white fur covered in grey marks, golden eyes shining at him from a snow drift. Smiling Harry knew her cat instantly; she was a snow leopard a feisty creature that never gave up easily. He could feel her prowling in his mind trying hard to find out what he was.

Smirking he opened his eyes again and was greeted with golden eyes staring into him. Someone gasped behind him as they realised she was awake, but he didn't move.

"Couldn't resist my charms hay," he whispered and he saw her lips pull into a small smile.

Moving his hands away from her now healed side, he moved until he was kneeling at her head. He whipped his fingers on his jeans and then carefully ran that along her cheek.

"Sleep ok, you're safe now, and everyone you love is," he whispered.

She nodded and her eyes closed again and he knew she had slipped into sleep safe in the knowledge she had protected those she loved.

Rising to his feet Harry stepped back allowing the Weasley's to rush forwards. Molly collapsed to the floor next to her daughter when Lily let her go, crying softly. Arthur stood at his wife's shoulder his hand gripping hers as silent tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Someone should move her where she can rest, she just needs to gain her strength back now," Harry said momentarily pulling everyone's attention to him.

He retreated then, as people began milling around, heading to the kitchen that was now deserted. It was only when he was alone that he allowed the shaking to set in, and he leant over placing his palms against the wood trying to steady himself.

He felt his mothers cool hands press against his neck and he turned to look at her, "that was a wonderful thing you did Harry, she would have died without you," she whispered as she cuddled into him comforting him.

Harry nodded but didn't say anything, as his legs began to suffer. Lily instantly picked up on what was wrong and guided him to a chair that he promptly collapsed into. she was about to walk away to grab him a hot drink when he gripped her hand pulling her close so only she could hear her words.

"Keep everyone away," he whispered as his head sunk back to rest on the wall behind him.

Lily nodded knowing he was worried about seeming weak in front of anyone. She stroked her fingers over his hair as his breathing relaxed and she realised he had put himself under so he could recoup the power he had expended.

She watched his relaxed face for a way marvelling at the miracle that he was. Lily knew for a fact that she wouldn't be the person she was now without Harry; she wouldn't have been able to go on if he had died the night James did. In the beginning she had had to go on just because he was all she had left, but now she knew he had given her more strength than she had ever given him. Stroking her fingers over his hair again she turned to keep a vigil on her son.