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X

I walked up to the notice board in the common room and added more magical red arrows, pointing them desperately to the sign I'd put up three weeks ago advertising the position of a new chaser.

"The match is two days away." Said Hermione, with who I was going down to breakfast.

I sighed "I know, and if Slytherin win, we're screwed. We've won the championship every year since Wood left and now it's my turn to leave...what am I going to do?" I kicked the notice board impatiently.

Hermione, repairing the damage with her wand, sighed. "It's only a game Harry...but it would be nice to see Slytherin lose."

I smiled "Any ideas?"

She shook her head "I suppose you could test out a few first years."

"First years? Hermione, half of them have only been on a broomstick in flying lessons. They're only young and they're incapable and-"

"And," She said, rudely interrupting me "They're older than you were when you caught your first snitch."

I shrugged "Fine. Can't hurt to try, come on...let's go and eat."

"It's nice to be listened to." Hermione said, smiling, as we descended the marble staircase.

"Doesn't Ron listen to you then?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

Hermione blushed "I meant when it comes to Quidditch...shut up Harry."

I grinned "Are you two, like, a proper item then?"

She rolled her eyes "Get a grip."

"What I'm just asking. Do you love him Hermione? Is he your soul mate? Ooh, can I be godfather to Rose and Hugo?"

"Who are Rose and Hugo?"

"Your children."

"Rose and Hugo? Why Rose and Hugo?"

"I don't know, but it has a ring to it, don't you think? The name's Rose, Rose Weasley. The name's Hugo, Hugo Weasley."

Hermione laughed "Just, just shut up please, Harry."

"You've still not answered my question...are you a couple?"

"Fine." She said, as we entered the Great Hall "Yes, we are. And I like him a lot, so please don't tease me."

I grinned "Thank the bloody heavens for that."

"What do you mean?" She asked, pulling the plate of scrambled eggs towards her.

"Well it took you long enough."

She shook her head "Where is Ron, anyway?"

I shrugged "How would I know? He's not my boyfriend."

"Okay, Okay, I'm just asking. He's been getting up early and leaving to do something, that's why we've not seen him at breakfast this week..." Hermione said, fiddling with her bacon.

I raised an eyebrow "And how would you know he's been getting up early? I really hope there's been no sneaking in and out of dormitories during the night."

Hermione blushed "I haven't done anything wrong."

I laughed "So Ron, our rule-abiding head boy, has been doing the sneaking around has he?"

She shrugged "Perhaps, but that's really none of your business. I wonder where he's been going."

There was something about her expression that reminded me of Ginny when I crashed into her after we'd had that massive argument.

"Hermione...he's not cheating on you."

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Because you look like you're scared he is. You look like Ginny every time she sees me with another girl. Breathe."

Hermione shrugged "I worry about it though, you know?"

I shook my head exasperatedly "No, I don't know. You're the only girl he's ever wanted and the only girl he ever will want. Stop worrying and shut up because this is getting dangerously close to a heart to heart and, really, it's just too early."

She smiled, picking up her bags "Come on then, we have Potions in a minute."

X

All thought of Ron had disappeared out of my mind after a first year ran up to me and Hermione in the corridor. His shirt was hanging out, causing Hermione to purse her lips, and his face was red and sweaty – he looked like he'd just ran from the astronomy tower.

"What's up?" I asked him, frowning.

"Harry Potter? Professor McGonagall has sent me...Ginny Weasley is in the hospital wing, she's collapsed."

I froze "What?"

"Ginny Weasley is in the-"

"Yes, yes okay, thank you, now tuck your shirt in and get off to wherever you're supposed to be." Said Hermione quickly, turning to me "You'd better go; I'll try and explain to Snape."

I winced "Thanks, I owe you one."

"One?" She shouted after me as I hurtled away "More like seven thousand."

I smirked slightly as I charged through the empty hallways, heading through a portrait near Myrtle's bathroom to get to the hospital wing quicker. I crashed through the doors and saw her lying on the bed in her uniform, looking as beautiful as ever.

McGonagall was stood beside her bed talking in low tones to Madame Pomfrey. I noticed vaguely that it was the same bed I'd slept in for an evening after I had jumped off my broom catching a snitch in my fourth year.

"What's happened?" I asked, grabbing her hand.

"Madame Pomfrey suspects she was poisoned, Potter."

I felt my stomach drop "Poison? But, but she'll be okay, won't she?"

The matron looked at me sternly "We don't know what or how she was poisoned yet, so we are unable to-"

"You have to!" I snapped "She might be dying!"

"We are unable to know until my tests are finished." She continued, as McGonagall frowned at my rudeness.

"What tests?" I asked, sitting on the bed and squeezing Ginny's hand – it was cold "Please help her."

"See this potion here Potter, on the cabinet?" Pomfrey gestured towards a vile that looked like it was filled with what looked like water.

"Yeah.

"The contents are taken from Miss Weasley's saliva and a mixture of liquids that are able to detect poisoning. If the vile of potion turns green, there is no trace of poison. On the other hand, if it turns red there is. The shade of red determines the seriousness of the poisoning."

"Oh...and how long will that take?"

She nodded towards the cabinet. I looked around and saw that the poison had turned a bright shade of scarlet.

Madame Pomfrey leant forward, examining the vile closely. "Yes, as I thought. She's been poisoned."

"Obviously."

"Potter! Manners!" McGonagall said, her voice raising dangerously.

"Sorry, I'm just worried. How serious is it?"

"It looks quite simple. It's too bright to be a cursed potion so it's nothing a smart sixth year wouldn't be able to mix up. I'll mix the antidote now."

"Shouldn't you let Snape?"

"Professor Snape, Potter. No, I'm quite capable thank you." She muttered, stalking off with the glass vile in her fist.

"Are you OK Potter?" McGonagall asked softly, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm worried."

"Don't be. Madam Pomfrey could be one of the best healers in the world if she so desired – she just prefers her work here."

I sighed "Right, yeah, course Professor."

At this point Madame Pomfrey came bustling along with a smoking goblet, the contents of which she poured down Ginny's throat, causing her to choke, cough and open her eyes.

"Ginny!" I said, leaning over her, but as quickly as her eyes had opened, they had closed again and she was still once more. "What's happened to her?"

"She'll be fine, it's worked and she's sleeping. Now, please leave her in peace so the Headmaster can talk to you and I can care for her."

"I'm not going anywhere." I said blankly as Dumbledore approached.

"Good Morning Poppy, may I humbly ask you to tend to Miss Weasley in a mere ten minutes after I've spoken to Mr Potter. Young love is the strongest of all and I am afraid I have the feeling that he will refuse to leave her side until she herself tells him to."

"But Headmaster, surely you understand-"

"There is nothing you can do now except fluff up her pillows. Please."

"Very well." She huffed, walking off with steam practically billowing out of her ears.

"I understand that Miss Weasley wasn't at breakfast this morning, Mr Potter? Minerva, could you go and inform Molly and Arthur?"

McGonagall nodded and disappeared as I shrugged "I don't know Sir, I didn't see her but me and Hermione didn't get there until half past eight."

"Nobody else appears to have seen her either; and Madame Pomfrey suspects the poison to have come from a liquid substance, due to the fact there seemed was no food in her stomach when she ran the tests."

I nodded dully, not really understanding what he was saying "So it was something she drank?"

"Water, apparently. She would have no access to anything else if she had not been to breakfast and the House Elves didn't see her around the kitchens."

"So, someone poisoned the water jug in her dormitory?" I shouted, appalled "She's here because someone has done it intentionally?"

"Please calm down; I understand that you must be very angry right now-"

"Angry doesn't even cover it. Who would do this to her?" I snapped, pointing to her still figure and realising that I was shaking.

Dumbledore reached inside his wand and recovered a chocolate frog. He passed me the small package towards me and smiled as I took it "Eat it, Harry, it's good for the nerves."

Grudgingly, I shoved the chocolate into my mouth and felt something like warm relief fill up my insides.

Dumbledore stood as Molly and Arthur ran towards the bed, followed by my own parents, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks (who was holding a disgruntled Teddy) and Fred and George - McGonagall bringing up the rear.

I raised my eyebrows as my Mum hugged me fiercely and Molly bent over Ginny.

"We couldn't let them come on their own." My Dad explained, leaning against the window with his hands in his pockets and a worried expression on his face.

I rolled my eyes but leaned across to Tonks, who was try to calm down the little package in her arms that had a large amount of turquoise hair poking out of the top.

"Give him here." I said, taking him off her and looking at my Godson "Hello Teddy, Hello, it's Uncle Harry. Were you interrupted by your Aunty Ginny's inconvenient poisoning? Were you? It's Okay, you don't have to go into that fire for at least another hour. Did the smoke go up your nose? Did it? What?" I asked, looking at everybody in the room who, apart from Ginny, were staring at me with a look of pure astonishment on their faces.

Sirius grinned "Look at him, getting all paternal."

Fred and George laughed, sitting on the other side of Ginny's bed.

Molly smiled, before looking at Dumbledore. "What's happened to my little girl?"

"Terrible business, I understand, but Madame Pomfrey has done all she can. For now we just have to wait. Please take a seat-" he conjured up several purple chairs "-while I explain to you how this horrible disaster could have happened.

Everybody looked absolutely appalled as he explained that the poisoning was no accident. They gasped in astonishment as he told them how well they must have planned it to be able to get it into the jug without anybody noticing.

"Of course." He said, reassuringly "It may have not been intended for Ginny to drink. Everybody else seems in perfect health but I can assure you all that deep investigations will be taking place and all girls from that dormitory will be temporarily relocated until we have searched high and low for any information we can find on how these horrible turn of events have come about. I can only offer you my sincerest apologies."

Molly nodded and Arthur wrapped and arm around her shoulders "Do you think you'll find them...the person behind it?"

"I should think so, it cannot be anybody older that eighteen or wiser than your average seventh year. It was a poor poison, unless of course, it was never meant to kill, only temporarily harm...Mr Potter, is there anything that Miss Weasley would be attending this evening? Anything that certain people may think would work better from their point of view if she didn't take part?"

I shrugged "No, well, I was going to ask a few first years if they'd ever tried chasing on a Quidditch team, but apart from that...no."

"And when did you decide this?"

"Only this morning, Hermione suggested it...it was barely an hour ago."

Dumbledore nodded "Madame Pomfrey, may I ask you a question?"

The volume of his question around Madame Pomfrey from whatever she was doing in her office and caused her to return.

"Yes Headmaster?" She asked, somewhat stiffly.

"How long will it take Miss Weasley to recover?"

"She should be out of here within the week. Can I treat my patient now?"

Dumbledore winced "Could you possibly give us one more minute?"

"Fine!" She snapped, wondering away again.

"Oh dear..." Dumbledore frowned "I seem to have upset her. Anyway, I believe your second Quidditch match is against Slytherin, and a mere two days away. Miss Weasley will be in no fit state to play on Saturday."

Molly frowned "A child has done this to her...over a game of Quidditch?"

It was my Dad however, who spoke next "No, Molly, a Slytherin has done this to her. I should have seen it. Sirius' brother tried the same thing with our team, didn't he?"

Sirius nodded and Remus shook his head "It's awful what people do over a game."

Fred and George shook their heads and said at the same time "They're Slytherin's, what do you expect?"

Dumbledore looked sombre "I will send a student to collect the Slytherin team instantly...please feel free to stay as long as you so desire, but Poppy is on the warpath. Mr Potter, please don't irritate her any further, take a seat while she does what she has to do."

"We'll be going...you need the room, but please let us know if anything happens."

"I'll send you an owl when she's awake." I said, squeezing the sleeping baby in my arms and passing him to Remus "See you soon."

Remus smiled and I was hugged by a lot of arms before they all left, leaving me alone with Ginny and an irritated Madame Pomfrey.

X

I stretched and yawned, re-positioning myself on the chair several hours later. It was the lesson before Dinner, I should have been in transfiguration. My stomach was rumbling seeing as I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and I was considering summoning my favourite house elf, Dobby, to get me some food as I heard a shallow breathe from beside me and Ginny pushed herself up, opening her eyes and frowning.

"What on earth?"

"Ginny! You're OK!" I said, stroking her hair.

"Of course I am; what happened to me?"

"Someone put poison in your water jug last night. Dumbledore thinks it could have been a Slytherin, sabotaging the Quidditch team because there's no way Pomfrey's going to let you play on Saturday after this."

"Who would do that?" She asked, sitting herself up and rubbing her eyes "Anybody could have drank it."

"I know." I said "You don't remember drinking anything else do you?"

"I don't even remember drinking the water, I must have been half asleep." She mumbled as the clock tower chimed, indicating Dinner.

I frowned, "Yeah...how could a Slytherin get to your water jug, though?"

Ginny shrugged "I don't know..."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm recovering from Flu and hungry."

I opened my mouth to Speak but at that moment people entered the room from both ends. Madame Pomfrey came rushing out, saying I should have shouted her and Ron and Hermione came in the other end, both with a plate of food in their hands. Ron gave his to Ginny and Hermione passed me hers. I devoured the steak pie as Madame Pomfrey ran various tests and my best friends hassled Ginny with various questions.

I couldn't think straight though. Somebody had hurt my girlfriend, and I was going to find out who – no matter what.