A quarter of hour passes in this way, I look out of the window into the garden. This room gives to the back of the building. The garden is totally fictional of course but it has been remarked that greenery helps to keep patience's spirit up, that's why the garden. Here, it can benefit only us. Harry has never seen it, Ginny didn't either. Sunrise asks daily to be brought there; there is a swing. Eternally empty.
Harry has been laying immobile in that bed for a week now. When they brought him here, he had been stabilised by the Australian's healers but nevertheless more dead than alive. The healers here worked tirelessly for hours trying every spell, every potion, every plant, every remedy, they could think of, but he is in a deep coma and nothing else can be done if not speaking to him to try to bring him back. He hasn't been left alone for a second; we take turns. Albus is basically living in this room. I convinced him with a huge effort to go at least once a day to the Burrow to take a shower and sleep in a proper bed but after scarcely an hour he is unfailingly back in here.
James, on the other side, didn't show up. Not a single time. He gave me such death stares when I suggested it, I grew quite scared, and I let the matter drop, I can only imagine what is passing in his head and I don't like it at all.
In the garden everything is quiet and forlorn, the season there respects the real season and spring is still so far away.
Regina has stopped whispering and only observes his profile as in a trance, she doesn't see me watching her, she doesn't hear Albus sealing his letter. She is alone with her thoughts and hopes and when, ever so slowly, she raises from her chair, I think she has only decided to get going. I'm about to stand up too to say farewell but I'm stopped in mid gesture.
She is not going.
She lingers there, observing him, then she passes her very well-manicured hand in his hair, smoothing back his curls with a familiarity that slightly startles me.
She stoops over him; her hair falls gently around her face covering Harry's one too but it's anyway visible what is happening behind that brown curtain. She is kissing him, a little more than a peck but still a little less than something that may offend. I don't say anything, still immobile in my half-raised position. I don't intervene. At first because I can see that that kiss is quite an innocent kiss whilst, as she pushes back her hair, I can detect her lips forming a whispered declaration in full form, I can also see there is no malice in what she is doing and I don't judge it necessary to intervene, but what really paralysed me in my uncomfortable position and take my breath away, it is not that.
It is something I'm not even sure it actually happened so stunning it seems. I blink to make sure I'm seeing right, my sight it is not as good as it used to be. But I'm not fooling myself. Harry's fingers twitched! It is not the same limp hand I'm used to see for the last week. There has been a twitch! And a second one confirming what I saw!
I'm so petrified my heart quite stopped. My mouth half open ready to speak can produce no sound, I endeavour to force myself, but it seems beyond my strength to do anything more than gaping stupidly.
Although at the third twitch I finally unfroze.
'Albus!' I bellow making the two youth startle visibly.
'What?' Albus asks and alarmed by my tone looks immediately in the same direction as me although not spotting anything.
'Go and look for the healer' I order peremptory.
'She is on break. She told me…'
'Go and look for another one! Now!' I interrupt him.
Startled by my order and my fixed expression, he glances again to Harry's hand and finally sees it too.
He flings from his chair toward the door as fast as a lightening.
Regina seeing all this commotion and imputing to what she has done, starts to fret and apologise 'I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be disrespectful toward Ginny…' she stammers.
I rush to her side 'No dear, don't worry. It is not that, but you must get out now, please' I say as gently as I possibly can pushing her toward the door. She looks behind her shoulder toward the bed and her eyes becoming as big as two saucers, fast I do the same, spotting a little frown which makes me panic.
'Sorry dear, but you must go.'
'But…' she says trying to get free from my grasp.
'You must go' I say with finality pushing her outside the room and closing the door behind her.
I run back to Harry's side taking his hand and calling his name repeatedly. He squints 'Ginny' he murmurs seeing my eyes, then he squints again and focusing laughs softly 'I'm sorry Molly. I thought you were Ginny for a moment. I must have been dreaming.' he says rising from the pillow, but he winces taking a hand on his front 'My head hurts'
'Lay down, Harry dear' I entreat trying to push him gently down, my voice trembling.
'I'm fine' he says resisting my entreaties 'It's just a little headache' and then looking around him at the room 'Where am I? What's this place?' and then the dreaded question 'Where is Ginny?'
I choke over my own words 'We are at St. Mungo's. Everything is fine. Lay down. The healer is coming'
He looks about him some more sitting up and then addressing me again 'Why in St. Mungo's? Where is Ginny? I think I had a nightmare. Quite a nasty one.' He gabbles massaging his temples and grimacing 'Fuck it hurts' he mutters.
'It's everything fine you don't have to worry' but my voice is strangely high pitched, and I find myself not able to meet his eyes. I busy myself with the blanket, smoothening it. But he is beginning to remerge from the confusion and not receiving any answer to his questions he starts to fret 'Molly, where is Ginny? Why are we here?'
'Harry, lay down…' I try to say in a reassuring tone pushing him back gently. He doesn't allow it. He grasps my hands to get my attention.
'Molly, where is Ginny?' he asks. And this time it is less a confused gabble and more a steady question from a person he is starting to put the pieces together, a person who is starting to understand that it cannot be fine at all if he is in a hospital.
'She is fine Harry; she is only sleeping in the next room' I say forcing a smile, but I found myself again not able to sustain those glaring green eyes on me and, slipping my hands from his grasps, I divert my own busing myself again with the blanket.
He endeavours to free himself from it rather agitated 'I'll go then. I need to see her'
I stop him before he can get out of bed 'No Harry!' I exclaim alarmed 'You cannot go! You'll see her later. Lay down'
He halts suddenly, something from my expression or my tone of voice must have tipped him off.
'Molly, why are we in St. Mungo? How is Ginny?'
'Harry dear…'
'How is she?' he asks now vehemently.
Closing my eyes to gather the energy needed to make the communication I ought to make, I take a big breath. Behind my eyelids all what happened when they brought them here hours later, unravel itself, pallid, emaciated covered with blood, Hermione and Ron following with faces as white as ghosts. Six healers taking them away in a rush. Our long waiting, a healer coming out a moment to tell us hopes are small: both unconscious, organs damaged, they were doing their best, they had both been tortured repeatedly, Ginny had lost a lot of blood, they have both been stabilised but very weak nevertheless… I could barely distinguish the words.
Another long waiting. James and Albus coming accompanied by Neville, the explanations, the tears, the words of comfort and then only the silent long waiting.
A healer, grim faced and worn out, coming out again, Bill and Arthur sprinting up followed by Albus and James all asking eager for news.
And then I can only visualise Arthur, day after day taking new flowers to our poor girl who is smiling to us unable to thank him.
'Harry, she was very weak when they brought her here. The healers have done all what they could but…'
Arthur who kneels on the fresh smothered earth posing those flowers.
'But…'
Lily smiling close to her.
'She died after a few hours'
The air is so still around us is surreal. There should be sounds, there are always some kind of sounds in a hospital but there is nothing, or maybe it's just me who cannot pick up any. Harry is staring at me fixedly.
'I see…' he says at the end 'I see how it is...' he stammers nodding feebly and I know he hasn't grasped the notion at all and I'm relieved, I was already regretting to have said that much in such moment. He must be still confused. We still have some time; the healer will help me in this.
'I'm only having a nightmare' he adds still nodding 'One of my nightmares. Now I'll lie down, I'll sleep and then Ginny will wake me up'
My heart is close in a tenacious grip 'Harry…' I say unsure on how to proceed.
'Now I'll lie down, I'll sleep and then Ginny will wake me up' he repeats this time darkly as if daring me to say otherwise.
I don't. I only blink to keep back tears and I smile 'Sure. If we are lucky, you are right. We may all wake up' I murmur as he lay down, I put the blanket on him 'Sleep now' I say reassuringly.
For a moment I think he will, he closes his eyes but it's only for a moment. They sprang open seconds later fixing on the wall in front of him. I'm undecided whether to speak but the time it takes me to decide it's the time it takes him to understand he is not dreaming. A grimace contorts his whole face and as he crouches on himself, a loud, trashing, gravelling howl coming right from his bowels fills the room.
I cannot help but wince and a sob escape my lips, I'd like to caress him, but I don't dare, the howling won't stop, his face hidden by his hair, by his hands pulling it.
It's so intense and loud that the door sprang open. Regina, George, and Bill are on it, but they cannot do more than stare astounded by the scene.
Thankfully at that moment I hear the hurried steps of the healer. She pushes roughly Bill and George aside and rush to the bed.
Albus has stopped on the threshold amid the others, gaping too.
Between my sobs I start to apologise 'I'm sorry' I gabble stumbling on my words 'He wanted to know, and I didn't know how to…' but the healer is not listening to me, she opens with a key a cupboard extracting a vial.
She flings toward Harry whose cry had transformed itself in a desperate wailing.
'Potter, now you must drink this' she orders loudly trying to cover the wail 'Sit up and drink this'
I'm not even sure he heard her. The healer gesture Bill to come forward but when they try to touch him the wail transforms itself in loud growl 'Leave me alone!'
They both flinch and step back.
'Potter...'
'LEAVE ME ALONE!' as the injunction gets repeated louder and louder, we all understand there is no point in staying.
George, recovered from the shock, is on my side just in time to sustain me. My legs suddenly weak I don't know how long would have supported me.
He pushes me toward the door shoving back Albus who seems on the verge of coming forward and Regina that is hardly better able to stand than me supporting herself on the frame of the door.
Before to get out I can hear the healer saying on Harry's voice 'We are going now. I'll just leave you this vial. It's sleeping potion, take it when you can'
And then we are all out of the room, closing the door behind us.
The cry is unabating and then we hear a crush that make the healer, her hand still on the knob, wince.
And then another and a thump.
And then, there is only silence.

It is not exactly an absolute silence. As soon as Harry's cry stops, are Sunrise's screams the one merging with James shouting for me terrified in the background.
Me and the healer run there and Sunrise, crimson in the face, is screaming and trashing in James' arms.
'Grandma!' he exclaims frightened rocking her 'She just started out of the blue! I cannot calm her down!'
'Mummy, mummy' is the only intelligible word repeated over and over while she is flailing dangerously.
The healer intervenes gesturing me to take her from James but even before this passage is complete, the scream is quenched already in a whimper. She puts her plump arms around my neck 'Grandma' she moans 'Grandma, I want mummy'
I smoothen her curls while the healer is all busy with her wand pointed over her temple pronouncing incantations under her voice.
'Yes, my dear. I know you want mummy, but she cannot come' I reply wistfully following every gesture of the healer, searching her eyes.
'And daddy?' she asks sniffing.
'Daddy cannot come either' I say 'But he is fine'
In the meanwhile the healer nods slightly in my direction reassuring me. It was only a tantrum not the beginning of a seizure as we were all fearing. Probably she heard Harry screaming.
'He is not fine' she moans putting her head on my shoulder 'I wanna go to daddy'
'Another time, sweetie' I say taking her to bed, James following us like a shadow.
'You must sleep now' I add sweetly.
'With Jamie' she whines, her eyes still full of tears.
'Yes Midget, I'm here' he says sitting close to her on the edge of the bed and only then she relaxes and starts to close her eyes clutching James's jumper with one hand and starting to suck her thumb with the other.
James caresses her absent minded, but he has got a truculent look on his face watching us all.
'What the hell is going on?' he mouths.
Albus is the only one ready to answer, and not to be heard by Sunrise slumbering, he mouths back.
'Dad woke up'

Note: I'm going on holiday. See you in September. Have a good summer!