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Neville and Luna sat next to Kingsley in a chair leaving against the cold stone wall of the hospital wing as they retold him the days events, whilst Madam Pomfrey swiftly made her way about the hospital wing, readying it for her ever present patient.
"God where are they, Longbottom, you said they would be here after you."
"They..Professor Dumbledore said they would be." Neville's voice shuck as he spoke, the events that had ended him in the hospital wing still vividly replaying themselves in his head.
"Don't worry Poppy, I'm sure Dumbledore will be here shortly." Kingsley's voice was deep and commanding, one associated with the position on authority, and as if it had been rehearsed Dumbledore appeared in the centre of the Hospital wing, four students in toe, two of which looked ready to vomit.
"Ahh, Madam Pomfrey, I see you so kindly made space for our patients."
"Yes I did, trouble it was, Dumbledore do you know how hard it is to move sick students on your own. Honestly I'm not a man, I don't do the weight lifting."
"Yes, yes." Dumbledore said as he ushered Hermione and Ron over to Kingsley and the others, readying Harry and Ginny for the hospital beds by transfiguring their torn clothes into fresh smelling, lime green hospital gowns. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, however certain situations arose that need not be common knowledge to the public."
"Ahhh yes, Mr Longbottom told me of the unfortunate events, however I will check him over, not dead until pronounced is what I always say." Despite her nonchalant tone there was a sadness in her eyes that mirrard one of a person losing a family member, however due to her job she said the words without hesitation. "Besides," she continue, wary of the glance she had been given as to what she had said. "I really don't think a student would go blabbing to the Daily Prophet Dumbledore."
"I would like to think that to, but alas, we can not."
"Well," She huffed. "lets give them a check over, Mr Weasley, if you could take Miss Weasley over to that bed and King-"
"ahh before we do that well, I have done a little check myself, I'm a bit perplexed at the results so, if before moving them you would please check. The shields are up I assume." The last bit was directed at Kingsley.
"Yes Headmaster, to the other patients nothing unordinary is happening."
"Ah thank you my Friend." Kingsley nodded his head in thanks and turned his attention back to the sobbing girl.
With unwavering attention the occupants of the room watched as Madame Promfrey preformed the exact same spell as Dumbledore had, A shield, encaging the two still students in a bubble. The results for both children were the same, however this time Harry's colour was a shade brighter than previous.
Promfrey looked down upon the children in wonder muttering incorrhet nothings under her breathe.
"But Dumbledore, does this mean..."
"I can only assume so, I have heard of this happening before but only in one case, if you do not require my services would it be okay for me to research this and come back later."
"Yes yes of course, but Headmaster, I thought, I thought he had been hit with the ...curse." her voice was a tone higher than normal.
"He was, however this boy has survived it once, what's to say he can do it again."
"But professor," Hermione pipped up from her conner. "We...we watched him get hit, he jumped in the way of the curse. It was going straight for Ginny and he to..ook...it for her."
"I know Miss Granger, however, it could be that very reason as to why he has survived this."
The normally understanding girl looked upon her headmaster in confusion her brow creasing as she tried to make sense of his words.
"Now, if Mr Weasley you would be so kind as to help me lift Miss Weasley onto the bed and Kingsley the same for Mr Potter."
The two nodded their heads in agreement, and made their way over to the unconscious forms of Harry and Ginny.
Ron knelt down, carefully lifting his sisters head into his hands being careful as to not be too forceful, a tear trickled down his face, his pain clear to anyone. He scooped her up like a new born and carefully walked over to the hospital bed next to where Kingsley was placing Harry.
Slowly, gently, Ron lowered his sister onto the newly cleaned mattres. He took a step back, she seemed to be stirring. "Madam Promfrey, I think she's waking."
"Good good, I'll be there in a minute." She replied from where she was tending to Harry.
Ron looked down at his sister thankful that she was waking, and that she would be okay. But the longer he waited the less sure he was of himself. Her face began to contort into shapes of pain, her breathing became heavier and she started to thrash about in her bed. Ron looked on with fear, what was happening to his baby sister?
Ginny screamed in pain, chucking the quilt off her body, she turned and twisted as if reaching out for something. However throughout all the thrashing and screaming she didn't seem to be awake or aware at all. Ron, not knowing what to do turned around so to get Madam Promfrey's attention but, to his astonishment, and everyone else's Harry was doing the exact same things as Ginny. Thrashing about in pain, twisting and turning, knocking lampshades of the bedside table.
"Kingsley hold him down for one moment, I need to check something."
"But what about Ginny, what's wrong with her?" Ron half yelled and sobbed.
"Just be patient Mr Weasley."
Kingsley grabbed Harry by the shoulders and held him down so Madam Promfrey could check him. She raised her wand again in the same motions as she had done before and all the occupants of the room watched as the shield turned the same colour as last time. However it didn't stay that colour, instead it was fading fast, becoming darker, loosing light, Harry was loosing life all over again. If what she thought was true then she needed to act fast.
"Mr Weasley, move out the way! I need to check Ginny." She pushed past Ron in a hurry murmuring under her breathe. Again the shield appeared the same colour, but Ginny's was growing bright signifying general well being, yet she was in pain.
"MY BABY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER, WHAT HAPPENED?" Mrs Weasley's short plump figure came running into the Hospital wing. She scanned the room for her daughter and saw her laying on the bed peacefully, looking healthy as if she was just sleeping, this caused her to be very confused and you could tell she was by the heavy crease n her forehead.
"What, Dumbledore said she wasn't well." Mrs Weasley's voice was full of confusion, but that didn't last long after Kingsley lowered the shield so Mrs Weasley could see what was really going on.
"Oh, my baby!" tears were streaming down Mrs Weasley's face as watched her daughter writhing in pain. She ran up to her and cradled her yea, at least she tried to but all of Ginny's thrashing proved it to be rather tricky.
"What's wrong with her, what has happened?" her voice was shaky, like any worried mothers would be at watching their daughter in pain.
"Can you stop this? What's the matter?" Mrs Weasley fire questions at Madam Promfrey as quick as a cheetah.
"Mrs Weasley, if you would please mind out the way and Kingsley would you be so kind as to carry Mr Potter over to Miss Weasley's bed."
"What, why?" It was then that Mrs Weasley noticed Harry doing the exact same as Ginny in his bed.
"What happened to them?" Her voice was quite now in comparison to her manic questioning.
"Mum," Ron spoke up. "We don't really know."
"What do you mean, something obviously happened for them to end up like this, what is it? Dumbledore told me you left the school young man, I want to know why and what happened?" her voice grew louder the longer she spoke, getting madder by every word.
"Mrs Weasley, if you would please mind out the way" Madam Promfrey seemed rather annoyed at Mrs Weasley's refusal to move.
"But why does Harry need to go in the same bed as her?"
"We are not sure what has happened however I do have an idea, but i won't know if I am right unless you let me do this."
"No, I will not have you putting my daughter in the same bed as a boy, she is no scarlet woman!"
"Mom! They are both in pain, we don't know what is wrong with them, just please just see what happens, no one will think she is a scarlet women.
"Excuse me young man! But..." As Mrs Weasley began to rant at her son Madam Promfrey took the opportunity to get Kingsley to place Harry next to Ginny on the bed.
"Mom, please."
"NO RONALD"
Mrs Weasley making sure to have the last word turned around to see her daughter sharing the bed with Harry.
"Why have you done this, this is outrageous I did no give you the permission-" Mrs Weasley stopped talking as she watched her daughter and Harry, a boy she saw as her son, stop thrashing about and relaxing, despite being place on the edge of the bed they both subconsciously seemed to sense each other, and Molly watched as her daughter cuddled up to Harry. Harry lifted an arm and once Ginny was comfortable he lowered his arm securely around her waist.
"What just happened?" Hermione piped up.
"I think I know the answer to that question Miss Granger, however I think that along with Mrs Weasley and Ronald here you should all go back to my office, there are refreshments waiting. I suggest you tell her what has happened, I have flood Mr Weasley and he should be waiting in my office now."
"But sir, what if they wake up?"
"If they do, I will tell them you wanted to wait and I will call you as soon as I have had a chat with them."
"Dumbledore, you can't expect me to leave them like that!" Mrs Weasley was outraged at the thought of them staying in the bed together.
"Molly, I do not wish to displease you however as you have witnessed it seems to be stopping their pain, so whilst you may not like it I recommend they stay like that."
"But what if something...happens."
Dumbledore chuckled under his breathe, "Molly, whilst I believe fully your daughter would never do something you are implying I must remind as they are unconsios it defiantly won't happen."
"And mom, It's Harry you really think he would try something!"
Molly blushed, embarrassed as she realised the stupidity in her implyment. "okay"
"Oh and I there will be some lemon drops up there as well I think." Dumbledore had a gleam in his eye, whereas everyone bar Hermione and Ron looked confused not used the the Headmasters weird ways.
Reluctantly she agreed and they all headed out of the hospital wing slower than normal hoping they would both wake before they left, but seeing as that wouldn't happen they turned the corner and headed down the headmasters office.
After leaving Dumbledore sat down in the chair opposite the bed that as now occupied by two students.
"Poppy, if you would be so kind as to pre from the spell ice more."
She nodded and for the final time raised her wand and they watched as a shield encased them both this time and not them sepratly. And instead of being a dark colour the cream that now surrounded them was now slowly turning a very bright shade of white.
"Dumbledore does this mean..." asked a shocked Madam Promfrey.
"I think it does Poppy, it seems young mister Potter here and Miss Weasley here are soul bonded.
"Wow." was the only out of character response Poppy could give.
Dumbledore sat back him his chair looking on the two students that had both been through so much, thinking at how surprising they always were. They're keeping on my feet for sure he thought.
Half an hour passed and the students still hadn't awoken, and Dumbledore was becoming a bit too comfy in his chair as he was starting to fall asleep. His chin rested heavily on his chest, his bread looking slightly on the messy side. However they were starting to stir, so he sat up straight and slowly Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley woke up.
"Professor...what happened?" they said in complete syncratry.
Dun...dun...dun...they are awake! Finally this story is getting somewhere hehehe. Next chapter will be up soon, and if anyone would like to beta this story please don't hesitate to message me as I would appreciate it! And honestly I know I keep saying this but everything will make a hell of a lot more sense in the next chapter so I will try to get it up as soon as possible.
Also I Know that was quite a whiny Mr Wealsey but you have to understand that she had no clue what has happened.
One last thing I have an idea no matter which one I choose, however what would you guys prefer, an accepting Ron or a bit of Ron bashing, please tell me as I want to write a story you will enjoy. Thanx and please Review...