Ginny felt the uncomfortable feeling of being squeezed from all sides that she knew came with apparition. After a split second it was over and she stumbled slightly as her mind adjusted to her fresh surroundings. Looking around she saw the foyer of St Mungos with healers walking among patients seated on chairs on the sides of the foyer.

"I need a healer now!" Molly cried desperately.

One of the nearby healers raced over.

"What happened?" she asked urgently when she saw Harry limp and drenched in blood. Ginny felt a surge of dread as she saw that Harry was unconscious. Please, please don't let him be dead, she thought desperately.

"He was stabbed multiple times by some muggles," Molly answered, her voice high pitched and rushed with worry.

"Here," the healer said. With a flick of her wand she conjured a stretcher on which Molly gently place Harry. With another flick of her wand a paper plane appeared and flew towards the stairs as the healer took the stretcher to one of the wards at a run. Everything seemed to be vibrating and Ginny realised that she was shaking.

"Ginny come on lets go," her mother said urgently. The pair of them racing after the healer and Harry, Ginny barely managing to avoid being dragged, her legs seemed to not want to do much. Eventually they reached a ward where she had seen Harry being pushed into. Three healers had stripped him of the tattered rags that where what was left of what he had been wearing. Ginny was loath to call those rags clothes.

"We need blood restoring potions now or he's not going to make it," said one healer.

"Get those wounds clean or we won't know where or how bad the wounds are," instructed another.

Ginny saw one running his wand over Harry tinny form, the blood running of him and exposing terrible punctures in his skin, showing muscle, tendon and bone. Her stomach lurched and the room spun. The pain that she had felt when Harry had been stabbed had faded and a terrible dizziness had overcome her. She felt short of breath. She slumped against her mother and closed her eyes and just relaxed into the dark.

"Open his mouth," the first healer said and one pulled his mouth open. Molly was appalled by the damage those muggles had done in just a few seconds. The first healer poured the potion he was holding down Harry's throat. She felt Ginny slump against her and she quickly caught her.

"Ginny?" she asked, worried. What was happening to her, she looked like she'd been stabbed as well when Harry was hurt and now she's not responding to me.

She looked at the healers, two of which were running their wands over the stab wounds the other was uncorking a vial.

"There's severe internal damage, one of his lungs is punctured," the second healer said, concern in her voice. "His other lung is still working but it is having trouble with the lack of blood."

"The potion should start working soon," said the third as she dropped small droplets on Harry's wounds. There was a slight sizzle and a wisp of smoke as the flesh started to knit together.

"The nerves to his left arm are severed," the first healer observed. "He'll need time and nerve restoratives to regain use of his arm."

"Move back," said the second. All three stepped back as she pointed her wand at Harry's chest. There was a flash of light and Harry convulsed, his legs and right arm flailing for a second before becoming limp again.

"Keep going with the dittany, I'll check his back," she continued as the other two moved back in. She levitated Harry, vanished the bed and ducked under him, cleaning the blood off his back. After a couple more seconds she said, "Merlin, his backs worse!"

Bile rose in Molly's throat as she heard that. How could anyone do this to a child? She thought.

"His vitals are stabilising," said the first with relief.

"He's not out of the woods yet," the second retorted grimly.

"His arms broken," the third commented. "His ankle too possibly." With this she pointed her wand at Harry's arm and with a sickening squelch the bones mended. She then pointed it at his ankle, and said. "Hairline stress fracture."

"The potion is taking a long time, what's wrong?" pointed out the first while pointing his wand at Harry. After a second he said shocked, "His magical core is almost fully depleted, how long has he had to heal himself for?"

With a surge of anger Molly turned her attention to Ginny. She was pale as a sheet just like Harry, and seemed tired even in unconsciousness. She sat in one of the chairs and pulled Ginny onto her lap. It had been a lot for her baby to take in, a sudden magical pull, a vicious attack on her personal hero as well as the hero of the wizarding world and seeing the damage done by that attack would certainly be enough to shake her.

Movement on the edge of her vision made her look up. The healers where stepping back looking slightly relieved.

"How is he?" she asked urgently.

"Dittany is healing his stab wounds and the potion he took should replenish his blood supply soon," said the first healer. "We've fixed his broken arm and his ankle, but we suspect there might be more injuries. We'll need to wait a few hours before we can check to allow his body to adjust, too much magic used on him at once could do more harm than good." He noticed Ginny on her lap. "Is she alright? Did she get hurt too?" he asked.

"I don't know," Molly confessed anxiously. "She seemed fine at first this morning but when we went out she began to feel pain in her arm then her ankle. When Harry was attacked she looked like she'd been stabbed to but I can't find a mark on her."

He pointed his wand at Ginny, and strange patterns of light flowed over her skin. The healer frowned.

"Is she alright?" she asked desperately.

"I'm not sure," the healer replied. "The charms show no physical injury, though the magical response is the same as if she had received the same injuries as the young man there. I'll ask some of the other healers if they've seen this sort of thing before."

"Thank you," Molly whispered.

"You're welcome," he replied. Looking between Molly and Ginny and Harry he asked. "You're related?"

"Ginny's my daughter," Molly replied. "Ginny had a magical pull this morning that led her to Harry, when we got there three muggles who were with him attacked and stabbed him repeatedly. From a distance it looked as if he was already hurt before they attacked, he was limping and holding his left arm funny. When I saw them attack I knocked all three back, tied them up and left my eldest in charge of them till the aurors came while I took Harry here."

"Do you know his last name Mrs?" questioned the healer.

"Weasley, Molly Weasley," Molly replied. "And his last names Potter."

"The Harry Potter," gasped the healer.

"Yes the scar's there on his head, that's how we knew," Molly replied.

"Thank you, my names Healer Symworth for reference," he said. "Feel free to rest here, I'll contact Dumbledore and get him here, he's supposed to be his magical guardian. I'll also check to see if anyone knows about what was happening to Ginny here."

"Thank you again," Molly whispered.

"Again you're welcome," Symworth replied.

Two hours later Symworth and one of the other healers returned. Symworth went straight to Molly and Ginny.

"I've asked and no-one has been able to determine what is happening with Ginny, has she woken yet?" he asked.

"No she's still the same though there is some colour back in her cheeks," Molly replied.

"That's good," Symworth stated.

"How's Harry?" Molly asked concerned.

"Sally, how is he?" Symworth asked.

"In a word? Bad." Sally said grimly. "His stab wounds are healed and his lung is no longer filling with blood but there's still some damage that will take some time to repair. He should be ready for the nerve restoratives now so we should start those soon, but otherwise he's in bad shape. I can see at least a dozen broken bones that haven't healed properly, ribs, arm, even a crack in his skull that isn't fully healed."

Molly gasped at this.

"It doesn't end there," Sally continued. "You've seen how small he is. He's severely malnourished, heavily under weight and dehydrated. I checked and there's barely a scrap of food in his system, so he hasn't had a decent meal in at least three days although given his malnourishment it could be longer, if ever. It seems from his magical drainage that he's had to either sustain himself for a very long time almost purely on his magic, had to heal a vast number of minor injuries on his own or both."

She looked at Molly.

"You said that you saw who did this?"

"Yes I saw the people who stabbed him," Molly said, her voice shaking at the thought of what Harry had had to go through. "I knocked them out and bound them, the aurors should have them by now; I left them in the care of my eldest while I took Harry and Ginny here."

"Good," Sally replied. "I'd hate to think someone who could do this would go unpunished."

"So do I," said Molly fervently. "When do you think he will wake up?"

"He should wake soon," Symworth said reassuringly.

As if on cue both Harry and Ginny's eyes snapped open.

Harry had been floating in a strange world of colour and motion. Vivid blues and greens had filled his vision after the squeezing blackness. He was, not exactly happy, more relieved that the pain had gone. The last thing he remembered was that kind woman's face as she held him after his aunt uncle and cousin had attacked him. Even though he was in that strange world he thought he could hear music and feel the pull, the same pull that made him turn to the two women, the ones who stopped the attack. The music was beautiful he liked to listen to it. Then the music and the colour started to fade. The colour turned to black and the music to a dull steady thud-thud-thud. He couldn't feel his left arm and there was just a dull ache in the rest of his body.

He realised his eyes were closed and the thud thud must be his heart. Did this mean he was alive? How could that be? There was no way he should have been able to survive that attack even if he was taken to hospital. He could hear voices taking and the pull that he had been feeling was as strong as ever. He took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in his chest. His eyes snapped open and he gasped at the pain. He heard a second quiet gasp from someone else, as if they too had felt that.

The light blinded him and he squinted as his eyes adjusted. The ceiling above him was white and plain, no patterns or anything.

"He's awake," a strange voice said.

A blurry face appeared leaning over him. "Harry? How are you feeling?"

The face was the same voice that said he was awake but none of the other voices he knew. Not his aunts, not his uncles or cousins or teachers.

"I feel the pull," he murmured groggily. "Are they here? The ones who stopped my aunt and uncle?"

"They were your aunt and uncle?" several voices shouted angrily.

He cowered away from them. What are they going to do now? I've made them angry they'll hurt me again and I don't think I could take that. What have I done?

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry."

He cringed, waiting for the blows, the shouting that always came when his uncle was angry with him.

"It's alright dear," a different voice said soothingly. "We're not angry with you, you've done nothing wrong and we never want to hurt you."

"But you were angry," he whispered, the fear clawing at him. "When people are angry I get hurt, I don't want to get hurt."

"We won't hurt you even if we get angry at you dear," the second voice told him gently. "It's all right you're safe here."

"Safe?" he whispered. No-one had ever said he was safe before, what did they mean?

"Yes, dear safe," the second, gentle voice said. "You said it like a question, why?"

"What does safe mean?" he asked. "No-one's ever told me I was safe before."

"Never?" both voices and a third new one that sounded almost like the music when he was floating asked, sounding shocked.

"No," Harry said. "Is that wrong?" he continued scared. What would happen now?

"Safe means that you are somewhere protected, where you won't get hurt," said the first voice. "Have... have you ever been safe Harry?"

"I... I don't think so," he said shakily. "There's always Dudley, my aunt and uncle, my classmates..." he trailed off thinking about what would happen when he found his aunt and uncle again.

"Well you're safe here," the first voice said firmly. "We won't hurt you, we make you better, we take the pain away. You're not in any pain are you?"

He took a breath and winced at the pain in his lung. "N-No," he got out.

"Harry, you're in pain we can see that," the first voice said. "Where does it hurt?"

"You're not angry?" Harry asked tentatively.

"No why? Do your aunt and uncle get angry when you're hurt?" the voice asked.

Harry nodded mutely.

"It's all right," the second voice said. "If you're hurt, tell us. We won't get angry and we will help take the pain away."

"She's right Harry," the first voice said. "We won't hurt you. I'm what's called a healer, Healer Symworth. I take the pain away."

"I'm Molly Weasley and this is my daughter Ginny," the second voice said.

"Hello Harry." Ginny said. "You hurt in your lung."

Harry tried to sit up. How does she know where I hurt? He looked around but everything was blurry. He raised his hand to his face but his glasses where gone.

"Your glasses are here Harry," Symworth said.

"Thank you," Harry said as he put them on. He looked toward Ginny. "How do you..."

Their eyes locked.

Harry was held strong and fast by her gaze and he heard the music again.

"...know" he breathed still unable to look away from her eyes. She walked forward and raised her hand as if to touch him. His right hand mimicked her without conscious thought. She took his hand.

The world dissolved into gold light.