Thank you so much everyone for your support and reviews so far! I took some of the reviews to heart, I realized that the original title insinuated a connection to a song about cheating and that is NOT what this fic is about, so I changed it. Thank you to the anon who pointed that out! Please enjoy chapter 2!

Disclaimer: Anything to do with the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is owned by the amazing JK Rowling.

One hour earlier

Ginny Weasley's nostrils flared angrily as she stalked out of Gwenog's office.

"Get it together my arse…" she murmured to herself. She had just spent yet another tedious couple minutes being reamed out by her captain for her behavior.

The red-headed chaser felt like a child stomping back to her room as she walked, still fuming, into the women's locker room. Her teammates all pretended not to notice as she flung her locker door open, with the exception of a few jumps among the group as the door crashed back shut.

As she pulled her kit and boots into her duffel, she looked around and saw the looks on their faces. Some seemed annoyed, but every single one of them had one emotion Ginny didn't want to see. Sympathy.

Ginny hung her head, "I-I'm sorry guys… I don't mean to…"

"We know, Gin," her favorite teammate, their reserve keeper Julia Bennet spoke up, giving her a weak attempt at a smile, "we're just worried about you, that's all."

The chaser took a deep breath, "Yeah, well… I'll have a week to get my arse together, at home."

Julia crinkled her forehead in confusion, "A week? But we have a match against Cornwall on Thursday…"

"Yeah well that's generally how suspensions work," Ginny grumbled.

"What?" Thalia Thornton, a beater, exclaimed loudly, "you've been suspended?"

Ginny took a deep breath and looked her teammate in the eye, "Yeah. I'm really sorry everyone…"

The rest of her apology was drowned out by the shocked voices of her other friends. She was touched by the outrage in their faces, she had expected them to say she deserved it after she made Jake Wilmer cry during scrimmage earlier.

"Guys, Gwenog's right," Ginny admitted begrudgingly, "these distractions…you all deserve me at my best."

"Glad to hear you took my words to heart…" Ginny's head snapped in the direction of the door to the locker room and saw Captain Jones standing there. Any haughtiness or smugness she may have expected was not there, just a calm poker face.

"Come to check I was actually leaving?" Ginny asked lightly, a smile playing on her face. She held no animosity towards her tough mentor.

Gwenog neither laughed nor looked offended, "No, not at all you um," she stopped, appearing to be searching for her words, confusing all in the room. Gwenog Jones always knew what to say.

"You have a visitor."

Ginny's eyes narrowed, who would be visiting her at this moment? Then it hit her, the possibility that it could be him. Leaving her things, she rushed to her captain's side.

"Is it…?" she could hear herself whisper, hope shining from her eyes.

But Gwenog's face remained stoic, "Come with me," she said. And she wordlessly led Ginny out into the main hall.

"Gwenog," Ginny whispered as they walked quietly, "What…"

And that's when she saw the man standing at the end of the hallway. His scarlet robes gave him an imposing look. Seeing them just reminded Ginny of how much Harry hated those robes.

"Ginny…" her visitor started, looking very concerned indeed, "I'm…"
"I know who you are, Milton," she said quietly, "What are you doing here?"

Milton Greer was an experienced Auror, one of the few that made it through Voldemort's short regime alive and with reputation intact. He miraculously survived the same battle that cost the life of Rufus Scrimgeour when he was knocked unconscious and presumed dead. He woke in the morgue and fled to Ireland with his muggle born wife and two sons, who thankfully had not been Hogwarts age, so no one came looking for them. Harry had described him to Ginny as a serious man, but one who was very welcoming to all the new trainees that had come in to beef up the force after the office had been devastated during the war.

She had met him once, at the most recent Ministry Christmas party, hence why she knew the face that now wouldn't look her in the eye.

But then the Auror training seemed to kick in and he straightened up, "Miss Weasley," he addressed her as formally as possible, "I regret to inform you that at approximately 1132 hours this morning, Auror Harry Potter was seriously injured in the line of duty."

"No…" Ginny heard herself beg, as her world began to spin shaking her head, "no, please." She felt a hand take hers and saw Gwenog in her peripherals, her always stern face now showing a hint of sympathy.

Auror Milton Greer continued, "He is currently in hospital at St. Mungo's in London, I have been sent by the Minister to escort you immediately to the Auror wing."

Ginny's eyes were filling with tears, and refusing to hear her own voice crack, all she could do is nod as every fear since Harry had started this job came to the surface.

As if she could read the young chaser's mind, Gwenog pulled her teammate and friend into a sturdy hug.

"He's going to be alright," she whispered, "I'm going to have your things sent to your mother's home. Take the week, this is the time to be with family."

With family, that reminded Ginny of something.

"What about my brother?" she demanded of Milton, breaking Gwenog's hug, "What about Ron?"

Milton shook his head, "I'm not sure, Ginny, I was at the Ministry when Minister Shaklebolt asked me to fetch you. But I'm sure, since you are family, they will be able to tell you if he is there."

She nodded again, and after explaining they would need to use Side-Along Apparition in order to reach the Auror wing, they left with a crack for London.

After the crushing darkness had dissipated, Ginny opened her eyes to the whitewashed walls of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. But this was an area that she had never been in before. Looking behind her, she saw the large golden fountain happily bubbling down the narrow hallway. She'd never noticed this hallway before on the right-hand side, having always gone left to the elevators. It then occurred to her the passage was likely concealed, Greer had called it the Auror wing.

"This way please," Milton gestured to a door guarded by two very imposing witches in identical scarlet robes. Auror Greer walked straight up to the witch on the right and said, "I've brought Ginevra Weasley here to visit Auror Potter."

The witch he spoke to looked up at Ginny, squinted her eyes, obviously taking in her red hair. Ginny could hear her mutter, "Thank Merlin you brought her, Greer, the other Weasley's gone off his rocker."

Before Ginny could ask what she meant by 'off his rocker', the other witch waved her wand and the door unbolted. Obviously the doors had been magically soundproofed because the moment they opened, Ginny could hear the familiar voice of her brother yelling at a decibel she usually only associated with their mother. Unfortunately, her terror of what she would find upon stepping into the wing precluded her from remembering to be impressed.

Walking through the door, led by Greer, she stopped as she took in the scene in front of her. It was a normal St. Mungo's wing with five or six patient rooms in a semi circle around a Healer's station, except that it was in complete chaos. She could see two Healers attempting to control a disheveled man in muggle clothing, who seemed hellbent on pounding his fists on one of the closed doors of a patient room which had curtains blocking the view inside.

"You prat, Harry," Ron yelled at the glass, "why did you do that?"

She had never seen her brother in this state, "Ron!" she cried out.

Her voice seemed to break him out of this moment of insanity for at least a moment, "Ginny?"

Ginny rushed to his side, "What's happened? Where's Harry?" Damnit, she could feel the tears coming as she grabbed Ron's arm. Finally, he looked her in the eye and she saw the same fear in her heart reflected in her brother's.

"Ron, please…" she breathed.

He started shaking his head, "I-I can't…" And suddenly he turned back around ran back to the door he'd been pounding on. "You bloody bastard, Harry!" he cried, resuming his useless clamoring.

Ginny didn't know what to do. Her wand was in her hand, but no spells to help her brother came to mind. Even the Healers in the wing stayed back, obviously his wand had been taken away. No one knew what to do. She looked to her left and saw a fireplace with a jar on top and got an idea.

Without thinking she ran to the floo and threw some powder into the flames, yelling "Grimmauld Place!"

Moments after she pulled her head out of the fire, her brother's fiancée emerged with a terrified look on her face.

When Hermione looked up, she saw Ron standing and alive, and for a moment Ginny saw relief in her friend's demeanor. Until her boyfriend's best friend realized what Ron was doing and immediately ran to him.

He was still shouting and pounding his fists on the magically sealed door. With care, she grabbed the fist closest to her and pulled it to her chest, turning him to face her.

Ron's face was streaked with tears, and as she reached with her other hand to wipe them away, he held it to his cheek.

Like magic, he seemed to relax as he took the sight of his fiancée for the first time in weeks, "Hermione?" he asked softly.

"I'm here, Ron," Hermione said softly, "I'm here. What's happened?"

Before he could answer, a Healer emerged from the door to the room Ginny presumed from Ron's ministrations held Harry and looked around, "I'm looking for a Miss Weasley?"

She ran up to him, "I'm Ginny Weasley, please tell me he's alright."

The man noted her red hair and didn't bother confirming her identity, "Mr. Potter has a concussion, three broken ribs, third degree burns on thirty percent of his body, and some severe lacerations, but he's going to be fine."

A huge sigh of relief penetrated everyone in the room. Ginny allowed herself to relax some, but then turned her eyes to her brother, "You made it seem like…"

"Mr. Potter was unconscious when his partner here miraculously got him here in time for us to treat him. He had been hit by a very intense explosion. Mr. Weasley saved his life," the Healer said cheerfully, too cheerfully for Ginny at the moment, "He's been asking for you, if you'd like to see him."
Feeling an apparently hereditary urge to, what was it, go off her rocker, Ginny forced a smile and nodded, following the Healer into the room, leaving her brother and Hermione behind.

When the Healer pulled aside the curtain, she saw a familiar head full of messy jet-black hair accompanied by a new nearly full beard laying on a hospital pillow.

Harry squinted as she walked in and as he moved his head back and forth looking for his glasses, she began to see the full extent of his injuries. He was naked from the waist up, but his entire body seemed to be bandaged up and he had a new cut on his face, just a few inches below his right eye. Ginny could tell as he blindly reached for his glasses, obviously unawares they were nowhere within his reach, that he was still in some pain by the grimace she saw in his face.

She quickly walked to his side and grabbed them for him, gently placing them on the bridge of his long nose.

One thing about Harry she knew would never get old was the look in his eyes when she first walked into a room. She had noticed it for the first time her fifth year at Hogwarts, a few weeks before they started dating the first time, right before he left her to go save the world. She spent an agonizing couple months at Hogwarts her sixth year without him, wondering whether the next bit of horrible news she would receive would be that he was gone forever. And then one day he was there, in the Room of Requirement, breathing. And when they made eye contact, for just the tiniest moment, she saw that same look. The same look of love and admiration that she now saw as he lay in a hospital bed.

"Hey you," he said softly, voice cracking.

She tried pushing back the tears, but it wasn't working, "Oh, Harry." And she flung herself into his arms.

He grunted a bit as she was sure she was putting pressure on some of his injuries, but when she tried to pull away, apologizing, he held on tighter. He only let her pull away a little farther to kiss her deeply. She felt his desperation to show her he was alive, that he was going to be ok with this kiss, and in all honesty it did. She took a deep breath, taking him in. He was breathing, alive, and with her once more.

"I'll be right outside if you need me," the Healer said, somewhat amused, and exited without acknowledgement from the couple.

When she finally broke away, Ginny stroked Harry's face with her thumb, holding his head in her hands.

"What happened?" she asked quietly.

Harry shook his head, "You know I can't tell you anything, Gin."

"Harry, Ron was going nuts out there, he made it seem like…that you were…," she whimpered.

"Hey," his voice was rough, "I'm sorry. But I'm ok, this wasn't too bad. I've been in worse shape before."

"Don't remind me," Ginny murmured, stroking his hair, her breath stopping as she saw the lightning shaped scar, "I missed you… I was starting to worry when I didn't hear anything."

"It went much longer than expected," he said darkly, "Our source wasn't as honest as we had hoped."

She saw the dark look in his eyes, there was something else, "Harry, what happened? Who was the target?"

He hesitated and she saw the uneasiness in his demeanor, which meant this was something he could tell her but was trying to find a way out of it. She'd known this man, yes at twenty years old he was a man, since she was ten.

"It became personal, that's all I can say," Harry said, "I thought I could handle this… target but sh- they know how to get under my skin."

Ginny saw the regret in his eyes and decided in that moment that the last he needed was a lecture, and decided it was best to change the subject. So instead she pulled up the chair across from the bed and sat, holding his hand, to catch him up on Quidditch.

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