Well here is part number 4. It may not be exactly what you all wanted. But I quite enjoyed writing this part. I've always liked the Weasley brother banter, and a bit popped in while I was writing this part. I promise I'll get to Harry and Ginny next part, well try too. Things do tend to just pop up in my writing weather I've planned them or not. Thank you so much for the reviews. Keep them coming it does tend to make me write more.
The first thing Harry was aware of was the noise. It surrounded him like a buzz that slowly become clearer, bit by bit until he could make out the odd word, then the voices that went with them.
Very carefully he opened an eye still aware of deep pain in his chest area. The faces looking down at him weren't looking at his face.
"Man, no wonder he fainted when Gin poked him in the chest." He recognized the voice of Charlie Weasley.
"I'm amazed he was walking around." Bill added.
"Back off, Kingsley's just returned with a healer from St Mungo's." Harry heard Arthur Weasley speaking.
Harry tried to lift his head. Wondering just where he was and couldn't help the groan that escaped his mouth when the room started spinning again.
"He's coming around." He heard Hermione's voice, then a squeeze of his hand. "Harry, can you hear us?" She asked him moving to look into his eyes.
"Where?" He managed to ask.
She just half smiled down at him. Harry knew she was trying to reassure him, but he also knew her well enough to see the concern in her eyes. "You're on the Kitchen Table. We didn't want to move you too much." She answered brushing a hand over his forehead. "We're going to try and keep you here at the Burrow. Just let the Healer look at you."
Harry relaxed slightly knowing that he hadn't been whipped off to St Mungo's, and that he was finally at the burrow. Was that where he had been? He tried to place together the events that had led to him lying on the kitchen table until suddenly he remember Ginny looking at him from the stairs then flying across the room towards him. "Gin?" He questioned.
"Don't worry mate we won't let her at you again until you've had a bit of time to heal." Bill Weasley's voice came from further away than it had before laced with a bit of humor.
Harry looked at Hermione questioning what was going on. He felt his hand being squeezed again by her. "Don't worry Harry. She'll be fine. She just had a hell of a shook when she saw your chest. Fleur's with her."
"I doubt he's worried about her. Just wants to be kept safe from her poking him." Charlie piped in.
Harry drew a deep breath when he felt a hand on his chest groaning the air out again.
"That hurts does it? I hardly touched you." He heard a voice that he didn't know. "Now I'm going to run my wand over you to check for any broken ribs and make sure you don't have a punched lung."
Harry just nodded guessing the new face that had come into his line of sight was the Healer from St Mungo's. The voice continued. "One thing is for sure though it looks like you'll end up with matching scars, a lightning bolt on your forehead and now one over your heart." Harry heard a few beeps and a buzzing as the wand passed over his torso, then magically a printed piece of paper materialized out of thin air. The Healer took it, and read it closely. "Not as bad as I thought. Just a couple of small cracks, let's see." Harry saw the wand moving over him again with a definite flick of the wrist in a few places then groaned as he felt bone meet bone again and fuse together. Harry let out a few choice words. "You should be fine as long as you get plenty of rest and remember to take this pain relieving potion every 4 hours. Looks like I won't have the pleasure of having the Great Harry Potter in my Hospital." He looked down at Harry. "You're a very lucky young man. I of course have never met anyone who survived one killing curse let alone two. But that bruising will take a few days to go down and you'll need some Dittany for the cuts you're sporting. But over all I think you'll live for a long time yet."
Hermione had taken the pain potion from the healer. "Right we will get some of this down you now and get you up into a bed." She half ordered him. Harry didn't have a lot of choice as Hermione held the bottle of potion to his lips. "That's it. Why didn't you tell us how bad your chest hurt?" She questioned him.
Harry shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I didn't know it was that bad." He admitted. Still feeling light headed.
"Thank you so much for coming here so fast. I'm sure you can understand we didn't want news of Harry collapsing to get out at the moment." Kingsley's voice sounded as if it was moving further away from him.
"My pleasure Minister. Arthur just floo me if I'm needed again. I can understand the need to keep this quiet. I'm sure you all understand that I need to get back to St Mungo's we are very busy. People, especially Muggleborns are coming out of hiding with some nasty injuries." The Healer's voice could be heard getting even further away.
"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." Harry heard Molly Weasley's voice then. "I never would have hugged you if I had known. But Hermione's right let's get you into a bed, Ron he'll have to have yours. The camp cot just won't do at the moment. I'll go up and pull down the covers for you."
Harry allowed himself to be helped up by Ron and Charlie leaning more on Charlie who was on his good side. "It's only a few ribs." He muttered. He had been in much worse situations at school like losing all the bones in his arm.
As they slowly made their way up the stairs and past the bathroom on the first floor voices could be heard coming from behind the door. "It's not your fault Ginny. You weren't to know." Fleur's voice was just over a whisper.
"Did you, did you see his chest? It was bad. He really did die didn't he?" He heard Ginny half sob followed by a noise he wished he hadn't heard.
"There she goes again. I doubt I've ever seen Ginny grossed out to the point of vomiting before." Charlie shook his head. "In fact I don't think I've ever seen her grossed out before."
Ron rolled his eyes, groaning. "Harry seems to be able to bring out the girly romantic side in our little sister. Come on Harry just a little further to go."
Harry looked back at the bathroom door, but even the fast movement of his head turning back made him feel like the world was spinning again.
"Well I'm more used to dealing with burns from dragons. Dinner plate sized bruises pretty much half the colours of a rainbow aren't my thing at all." Charlie added helping Harry up the next flight of stairs.
"And to think I had thought the days of rushing Harry to a sickbed were over with the death of 'You know who." Ron added.
"There you are. Harry lie down here." Molly was fussing in Ron's room. "You do look very tired. We will let you rest and when you wake up I'll have some nice hot soup and fresh bread waiting for you." She talked almost non-stop while she tucked him into bed. Making sure the blankets weren't too tight over his chest.
Harry just nodded at her before giving in and closing his eyes knowing full well that sleep was already approaching.
Harry woke to the sound of footsteps making their way up the stairs. It took him a moment to remember where he was, wincing as he pulled himself to sit up in Ron's bed he noticed that now his cracked ribs were healed the bruise on his chest didn't feel quite as bad as it had earlier.
Looking down he noticed that he was still missing his shirt, and that Charlie had been right, his chest did resemble half the colours of the rainbow.
He looked up when he heard a light knock on the door. "Oh, good you're awake, we were starting to think you were going to sleep for another 26 hours." Hermione smiled at him, opening the door to let Ron in with a tray what was clearly the soup Molly had promised him earlier.
"Hmmm, what's the time?" He asked, looking around for a shirt. He wasn't that comfortable with Hermione half starring at his chest. He knew it was probably just the bruise she was looking at, but it still made him uncomfortable.
"Almost 10pm. Mum didn't want you to sleep through the night without having anything to eat. But then she's never had to wake you before." Ron said placing the tray on the bedside cabinet. "You're right moody when you're woken up." He added referring to the times Harry had slept in at Hogwarts.
"Oh you might be needed this." Hermione added pulling Harry's rucksack out of her beaded bag. "I think most of the clothes in there are clean, well as clean as a cleaning charm can get them."
Harry nodded taking the bag and looking for a T-shirt. "Thanks." He muttered pulling one out then wincing at the movement of lifting his hands above his head and pulling the shirt on.
"You gave as all a fright before." Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed. "I think Molly and Ginny thought they had killed you to start with."
"Still wish I had a picture of Gin's face when she saw your chest. I thought she was going to add to the colour by bathing all over you." Ron added handing Harry the bowl of soup and a spoon, while pointing to the toast that still sat on the tray. "We finally have a real girly moment to pin on her."
"Is she alright?" Harry asked.
Hermione glared at Ron. "I told you he would be worried about her, and you just straight away had to tell him she's clearly not alright."
"Well it was pretty funny. All that talk about her wanting to kill him, then thinking she actually may have." Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Hopefully it will make her think twice about poking any of us in the future."
Hermione just rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, and placed a hand on Harry's leg. "Why don't you eat that soup, and we'll get her to come up and see you. I think she'll sleep better if she can see for herself that you're alright."
Harry just nodded. He still wasn't sure what to expect, Hermione seemed to think Ginny would be alright if she could just see him, but seeing him earlier hadn't helped her at all in fact it had probably made her more frustrated with him. Especially now if all her brothers were teasing her about him.
There was another knock on the door and George poked his head around it. "Oh good your awake. Wanted to talk with you." He said to Harry. "Could you guys give us a few moments? Harry and I have some things to discuss."
"Sure thing." Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then back at George. "We'll ahhh, leave you too it." Ron muttered shrugging his shoulders at Harry, with an I have no idea what he wants look on his face, then leaving the room with Hermione, once again finding her hand.
George watched them leave, then stuck a finger down his thought and pretended to gag. "I think I liked it better when they argued all the time. Gave Fred and I something to laugh about." He commented then seemed to realize what he had said and his whole face fell. Harry felt for him, he knew what it was like to lose Sirius and Dumbledore. But the loss of a twin must be the worst.
"I'm sorry George. I haven't had a chance to say it yet." He started then wondering what else he could possible say.
George shrugged his shoulders. "Don't be. We knew what we were fighting for. We knew we might not come out alive. I'm still half trying to process the fact that only one of my family died. Half wish I had as well." He ended in a mutter taking a seat on the end of Harry's bed.
"Don't." Harry half spat at him. "I couldn't of stood it if both of you had gone."
George nodded. "That's what Mum keeps saying." He sat for a moment clearly thinking about it all, then looked at Harry. "You made our dreams come true. You know that don't you. He died a happy man."
Harry frowned, not sure what George was going on about. "Pardon?" He asked, eating the soup at the sometime. It was good and Harry realised just how hungry he was.
"The Tri-wizard winnings, they started the shop." George told him. "It's just you and me now. No more Fred."
Harry was still trying to make head or tail of what George was actually saying, but George continued for him. "You own a third of the shop. Fred and I agreed that you should. You weren't around much and didn't want to be bothered with it. So we just did it."
"Oh." Was all Harry could mutter.
"Yeah, well we made a lot of money. But I think I'll need most of it to get the shops up and running again. I think I would like to, you know sort of keep Fred's memory alive. But if you want the money, I'll see what can be done."
Why do people keep thinking I need money? Harry wanted to yell.
"That's fine George. Do whatever you need too. Just let me know if you need some more money I'll be happy to put in some more." He told him. "You…you don't need me to come and work there do you?" He finished suddenly thinking that a joke shop had never featured in any of the thoughts or dreams he had for his life. Not to say he hated to think people would come in just to get a look at him.
George shook his head. "No, I think Lee's going to help me out. Him, Katie and Angelina were around earlier. It was good to see them. We always had a laugh at school. It's just strange now without Fred there, knowing he never will be again."
"I think Lee would be great." Harry said boasted at the thought. "Kingsley wants me to do a radio interview with him to finish off Potterwatch. Which one of you idiots came up with that name?"
For the first time Harry saw a half smile play on George's lips. "Fred, who did you think? He knew it would piss you off."
Harry found himself half smiling as well. "Just one more thing, then I suppose I might let the little sister at you again. If Mum will let her in here." George half smiled to himself. "Fred would have loved it if you two got together. He used to joke that it would really make you part of the family if you could fulfill her dreams and marry her. But I understand if she's a little scary and you just want to run from that poking finger of hers. Wish I had been there to see that."
Harry felt a glow of pleasure at the thought that Fred would have been a happy about him and Gin being a couple. He still wasn't too sure what the rest of the family would think, most of all Ginny, oh how he wanted to see her. "Sure whatever George."
"I was wondering if you would say something at Fred's funeral. You were our DA leader, and the person who believed in our dream of the shop when everyone else thought we were mad. It would mean a lot to me." George asked. "I know you don't like to be put on the spot like that. But I just wanted to ask?"
Harry nodded. It wasn't something he could really say no to. "Sure. I have no idea what I'll say."
George nodded. "You and me both Harry. You and me both." He said getting up. "Thanks though. I mean it."
Harry nodded and watched him leave the room. He was about to ask George to send Ginny up, but remembered George had been spending most of his time in his room. He didn't have the heart to send him down stairs where all the family would be watching him. "Anytime." He added as George shut the door behind him.