Hi everyone I'm back! I'm so tired lol. I need advice. If y'all have some suggestions or feedback I would love to hear it. I'm not going to do the bible thing this time okay? But know that the Lord loves you so much. At times I wonder why he cares so much about sinful, cruel humans lol. This'll be shorter than my average. My hands are shaking for some weird reason lol. Anyway, enough of my ramblings. No cliffy today but please don't abandon the story because it's not a cliff this time. There will be more I promise.

Suddenly, Harry's face relaxed and the color slowly ebbed back into his cheeks. Ginny turned to see her father, beet red, holding his wand with trembling hands. He had used an extremely powerful stunning spell.

He grabbed the long, white, metal pole on the end of the stretcher made for pulling oneself into a sitting position and, with the help of his daughter, wheeled Harry swiftly out of the... wherever they were.

Of course Ginny made sure to kick the face of every unconscious death eater they saw.

Once safe and sound at the St. Mungos Hospital, Harry was rushed into a room by the same woman who had seen them before.

Mr. Weasley and Ginny were almost immediately kicked out of the room and had to sit outside for over three hours. Ginny was rather uncouth about this and repeatedly cursed the clock.

Finally after some time they were allowed in. Ginny immediately rushed over to him. He had a breathing mask on his face and was sleeping soundly.

The doctor informed them that he desperately needed sleep so his body could repair his mind and body.

Ginny had demanded how long he would have to stay and the doctors had replied, "I'm afraid it may take a few weeks for his body to repair itself."

So, for the next few days Ginny was attached to Harry at the hip. Ron was very particular about this as he wanted to sit next to his best mate too but she always had the chair right next to the bed.

And so it went for the few weeks. Harry in his deep slumber, and his family right by his side.