A/N: All of the characters I use are sadly not mine own...oh well. They all belong to J.K.R. Except the one's I make up of course. hehe...I own them! hahaha!

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Prologue: Counting

"It's over!"

People were yelling all around the young woman with glistening red hair. They were crying and laughing and exclaiming for all those who bothered to listen, that Voldemort had been defeated. She watched as families were reunited and small children ran around without the need of supervision as there was no longer any danger. She watched with a vacant smile splayed across her angelic face and a gentle nod to anyone who looked her way. But behind the smile, Ginny Weasley watched nothing.

Diagon Alley was full of color and life. And it was good to see it had returned to its original state before the war. Even the sun had come out on the cool September day and the rays seemed to bring back happiness into people lives. But she couldn't linger there. No. Ginny Weasley had work to do. She walked amongst the crowed, absorbing the information that she had been waiting so long to hear. Without Voldemort, everyone could live again.

She continued her journey down the alley and made her way towards what was left of its darker and more diabolical companion. And suddenly she was standing at the front line of what had been the healer zone, the only place she was allowed to be during the battles, counting to eleven. A part of Ginny's mind argued that it was an easy task, but the more logical and fearful part pondered if she would even make it past four. From what she could see, amidst the debris and disaster, there were about as many casualties as standing; both death eater and civilian.

One. Ron made it back. She saw the blood slipping past several of his makeshift bandages Neville must have put on. The slightly pudgy young man had carried her brother all the way through the battlefield and the relief that everything was over showed in his eyes. Ron's eyes were closed. Neville himself had not emerged unscathed. His own arms looked like they had taken a rather nasty cutting curse and he struggled with each step.

She rushed over to him. "Neville, will he be alright?" Ginny noticed there was blood in Ron's mouth and she quickly pointed her wand at it and vanished the life substance. She didn't want her brother to choke.

"I don't know." He told her truthfully. Healer to healer. "I honestly don't know. I'll take him to one of the tents and they'll probably send him to St. Mungo's." Ginny nodded and watched him take her brother away.

Two. Ginny's mother walked slowly towards the former safety zone. Everything was safe now. She had a slight cut above her right eye and a subtle limp, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She waved to her only daughter slowly and winced as her foot caught on a rock and she stumbled a bit. Ginny winced with her but stayed where she was.

"Mum," Ginny called as softly as would still carry. "Are you alright?" Molly Weasley shrugged and smiled at her youngest. Ginny noticed that it never reached her eyes. She assumed her mother felt like her in this situation. There was no time to be alright unless everyone else was fine...or at least living. Molly, always having been an overly mothering and loving person, would probably not be alright for days. But Ginny wouldn't press her.

"I'm fine, dear." Molly said. Ginny noticed she looked older and more worn. Something that had nothing to do with the grey hairs that had emerged in the last days before the battle, but more in her eyes. "Have you seen any of your brothers?"

"Ron's in one of the tents," Ginny told her. "He might have been apparated to St. Mungo's by now, though. He only arrived a moment ago." Molly nodded slowly before heading off in the direction of the tents that had been set up for the wounded. Ginny was grateful that she hadn't asked why her daughter wasn't doing her job. Technically Ginny was still supposed to be working with the wounded; her healer in training license proved that. She had acquired it during her seventh year when St. Mungo's started outsourcing after a brutal attack to its main branch in London. It was sufficient to say her parents had been furious.

Three. Four. Five. Fred and George emerged from the thick dust in the air with Bill slouched in-between them. His hair had fallen out of its ponytail and it was hanging in mats of sweat and blood around his face. His feet were dragging behind him leaving grooves in the ground as they went. Ginny vaguely wondered why they weren't levitating him.

"Ginny!" George called when he saw her. "Come over here and help."

"He weighs a bloody ton," Fred added after. "Don't know what he eats."

"Must be all that French cooking," George said referring to Bill's wife.

"What's wrong with him?" Their sister asked calmly. They watched as she slowly reverted back into her healer training and tried not to remember that Bill was family. When St. Mungo's had first started recruiting her into battles she hadn't been able to handle her family's injuries because she had been too emotional. But that had all changed after Charlie had needed immediate attention several weeks before at the Battle of Hogwarts and there had been no one else available. Ginny had grown up significantly after that.

"He was hit with a rather strange curse," George recalled. "He started clutching his head and screaming."

"Running around in circles while the death eaters laughed," Fred said bitterly.

"Finally he just feinted." George nodded towards the gash near Bills hairline. "Hit his head on a rock."

Fred nodded sadly. "I'm pretty sure he was stepped on a couple of times as well."

Ginny sighed loudly. "This is mostly spell damage. I don't think I can do anything for him right now." She reached into her robes and pulled out a vile of yellowish liquid. "Take him to the tents and give him this. It should clear up any internal bleeding. And try levitating him." She glanced back at Bill's legs. "You could do some permanent damage to his feet." She thrust the vile under George's nose.

George winced and took the vile. "We can't levitate him. Our magic's too low."

"We can barely do an Alohamora." Fred contended as he eyed the vile strangely as if to say 'good thing it's not me drinking that'.

"Good thing the battles over." George said with the first real smile his sister had seen in days. Ginny had always admired that ability of her two brothers. They always seemed to be able to bring hummer into the situation; no mater how bad it was.

Fred followed. "Until next time then."

"Don't you know?" Ginny asked baffled. Fred and Georges identical smiled both dampened slightly.

"Know what?" They questioned together.

"Voldemort's gone," Ginny said softly while looking down at her feet. "The war's over. I thought you knew. I thought everyone knew. They've all been celebrating. In Diagon Alley and here in the zone." She looked up and saw her twin brothers shocked expression twists into fierce smiles.

"This is brilliant," said Fred.

"Good on Harry," George agreed.

Ginny paled. She had been trying to avoid Harry's name ever since she had heard the war had ended for the very reason that she did not know his whereabouts. She swallowed hard trying to quell her emotions but nothing worked and she felt her heart rate rise and her eyes widen while they tried to accommodate unseen tears.

"Ha-have either of you two actually seen Harry?" Her voice squeaked a bit and she bit her lip at how immature it sounded. Her whole family knew she had been seeing Harry for the last year, but they pretended not to in order to give them privacy. Ginny had always liked the idea of them not jumping in on the relationship and never seemed to mention it around family members. She didn't like feeling weak around them, especially her brothers, and had told herself never to cry about Harry in front of them. Her worries about Harry didn't have to be her families business. They had their own things to concern themselves with.

"No." The twins unison voices brought an onslaught of emotion that she found hard to hold back.

"But no worries," Fred said unfazed. "He was no where near us."

"Yeah," George agreed. "He was fighting Voldemort at the other end of the er...alley." He looked around. It had looked like an alley five hours before, but now it more resembled a collapsed mountain.

"Right." Ginny's voice was shaky and her smile was forced, but the twins didn't press her. Instead they bid her goodbye quickly and trekked off to get Bill the proper medical attention. She watched them go with mixed emotions and contemplated going after them in order to help where ever she could, but finally decided to stay where she was and resume her counting.

Six. Fleur, graceful and beautiful as ever, despite her recent size, seemed to emerge from the crowd of celebrating people with the determination in her eyes akin to those of someone who was fleeing from Filch at Hogworts. Ginny almost didn't know weather to be scared or relieved that she was alright. The pregnant, blond, French, half-veela was walking straight towards her now, and Ginny waved softly and gave a slight smile which wasn't returned.

"'Ave you seen my 'usband?" Fleur asked briskly. Her eyes darted around wildly and for a moment Ginny saw the scared woman underneath her cold exterior. Over the course of the war, Ginny and Fleur had found things in common, one of the main one's being neither of them had been allowed to participate in the fighting. Ginny didn't mind as much as she had thought she would, as the medical work was almost as challenging, but Fleur had been greatly depressed. It was her pregnancy that kept her from the battles and as much as she wanted to do her part, she knew she had to keep inside.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny demanded. She suspected that when the French woman had heard that the war was over she immediately went to search for her husband, but the youngest Weasley decided she didn't care. That was her nephew in there and there were still deatheaters around, so it rated as too dangerous. "Your seven months along." Ginny gave her sister-in-law and accusing stare and the older woman faltered.

"I 'ade to see eef ee was alive." Fleur responded, her crisp manor back. Ginny knew to back down. There was only so much arguing one could do with a pregnant woman. "Please. 'As he been past 'ere?"

Ginny nodded almost reluctantly and gestured behind her loosely. "Not five minutes ago. Fred and George carried him to one of the tents. He might have gone to St. Mungo's by now, though." She looked deep into Fleur's eyes and hoped that her gaze passed assurance to the pregnant witch. "He's alive."

Fleur almost broke down. A smile ridden with anguish tore her mouth into an 'ah' shape rather violently and a deep sob escaped. "Merci deu..." She swayed on her feet and Ginny pulled her into a warm hug. Fleur buried her face into Ginny's neck and cried out of relief and fear. "Merci deu que il et la..." She cried softly. "Merci...que il n'est pas parti..." She held on to Ginny until she felt she could stand and then hurried off without another word to find her husband.

A subtle ache made itself known in Ginny's lungs. She wished she could run off and find Harry the way Fleur was running after Bill. She longed for his sight and craved the reunion she wasn't sure she would ever get with him. Her eyes searched the crowds franticly and desperately but she saw nothing.

"Ginny?"

She whipped around to the voice behind her and stared directly into the worried face of Neville Longbottom. She looked away from his haunted eyes as quickly as possible and shivered at what she had seen. There was no potion or spell to cure the loss of one's blood innocence, and she had never seen it so plainly as with Neville. He must have just killed his first deatheater.

"Hi, Neville." She turned back to what remained of Knockturn alley and searched for more people to count. "Is Ron alright?"

"He took a couple curses, but I'm sure he'll be on his feet in a week or so. The worst was his side wound."

"What about you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I got my arms healed up nicely."

"Are you going to do another run?" Ginny asked inquiring about Neville's work. She never understood why he wanted to be the one to collect the wounded in the battles, but then again he never understood why she didn't. Neville nodded in response and cleared his throat a little nervously.

"Have you seen Luna?" Neville was shifting on his feet and she could feel the anxiety coming off him in waves. She knew he loved Luna, and had for a while; but never had a chance to ask her on a date. She suspected nerves had a large part to do with it but never said anything.

"Er...yeah," Ginny said cautiously. Luna had been blasted at the very beginning of the battle with a very powerful stunner sent by Lucius Malfoy. He had been aiming at attaching the healer zone, but his spells couldn't match the wards that had been put up around it. Unfortunately Luna had not been inside the safety area... "She's at St. Mungo's." Neville's eyes widened. "She'll be alright. She was just stunned."

Neville smiled and shook his head. "I appreciate it, Ginny. But it would have to have been a really powerful stunner to land her in St. Mungo's. Otherwise she'd be in one of the tents, wouldn't she?" Ginny winced slightly at her mistake. "It's alright, I won't leave until all the wounded are up. Healer's oath, right?" Ginny nodded and then paled when she remembered something. Neville had brought in Ron. Ron must have been fighting close to Harry.

"Neville," She spoke quietly, not trusting her own voice. "Have you seen Harry?"

"No." He spoke too quickly.

"You must have," Ginny insisted, angry that he would lie to her. "You brought in Ron. He must have been near Harry."

"No." Neville said again. Ginny exploded.

"Just a glimpse! That's all I'm asking! Please!" She tried to hold back her tears, but they came anyway. "I know Ron and Harry were next to each other in the battle. They always are...Neville I need to know if you saw him!" Neville looked slightly guilty but said nothing which further prompted Ginny's upset. "Neville I need to know! I deserve to know!" The dark haired young man looked unconvinced and Ginny found herself sobbing. "Please..." She spoke more quietly. "We've been dating. I love him... Please tell me where he is. If it was Luna out there..."

Neville softened. "I didn't know that you were together."

"We are together." The vibrantly red haired witch said accenting the present tense.

"You don't know what it was like out there." Neville spoke just above a whisper, his own tears falling slowly. "All I saw was blood... Curses were flying everywhere...I watched Harry and Voldemort duel..." He flinched slightly as he said the name. "Ron had gone down hard before I got there and Hermione and Harry were back to back. Hermione was facing off with Bellatrix and loosing. I panicked when I saw Hermione go under the cruciatus. So I pointed my wand at Bellatrix and..." Neville looked away in shame. "I killed her."

"She was evil." Ginny said soothingly. She had had this conversation before with Harry. "You did what you had to. You saved Hermione."

"It's no excuse." Neville spat as if he were disgusted with himself. "While I was picking up Ron...Harry made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone where he was. He said it would only get other people killed and that this was something he had to do alone." Ginny would have laughed if it wasn't so serious. That was so typical Harry. "It took me near an hour to get back here with Ron. By that time everything was over. We won." A ghost of a smile appeared on his face and he looked off behind him at what had used to be Knocktern Alley. "We won."

Ginny felt panic grip her. "Where's Harry?"

Neville's smile faded. "He's..." he stopped himself. "He's about an hour from here, but..." He took a deep breath and gathered Ginny's hands, a move she recognized from the healers grief counseling training. She felt a pang of fear. "It's too late, though." His words were so soft she could barely hear them over the ever growing noise of the celebrating and the cries of the wounded behind her. "Anything you do now would be too late." He coughed slightly and released Ginny's hands to wipe his own tears. "He's dead."

"You're wrong." Ginny denied. "He was alive when you left him. Alive and dueling." She wanted to scream and beg. Plead with anyone to shut Neville up and denounce his speech as lies, but she found all she had the energy or motivation to do was whisper.

"I'm sorry, Ginny." Neville apologized. "He was bleeding freely when I was there. And the duel with Voldemort didn't allow me to patch him up. There was nothing I could do." He shook his head. "That was an hour ago. There's no way he could have lasted this long."

"No!" Ginny's scream echoed across the rubble and heads turned but she didn't care. "Where is he? Tell me where he is!" She drew out her wand and pointed it at her longtime friend in her grief. "I'll hex you if you don't tell me, Neville. I swear on my grandmother I will."

Neville paled, but didn't reply. He didn't have to. At that moment a voice called out to both of them that shook them from their conversation.

"Ginny?" Keeping her wand firmly pointed at Neville, Ginny turned her head to see the questioning eyes of her father.

Seven."Hi, Dad." She said in a broken voice. She hiccupped a couple of times and regained her composure before going on. "Maybe you can convince Neville here to tell me where Harry is." She looked back at Neville. "I really don't want to hex him." Neville flinched from the malice in her voice, but said nothing. His silenced aggravated her further and she pushed the tip of her wand closer to his throat. "Sometime today."

Arthur Weasley sighed at his youngest child. She got the temper from her mother and he knew better than the contradict either one of the beautiful redheads; especially when the redheaded witches in question were emotional about loved ones.

"You'd better do as she says, Neville." Arthur said quietly. His face had taken a gaunt look to it lately and Ginny promised herself that later, she would talk to him about that. "The wars over. It can't hurt." He paused briefly and let his gaze flicker between both hid daughter and Neville. "Harry will want to see her."

"It's too late, he lost too much blood. There's no hope, he's already de -" But Arthur held up a hand to silence the young man.

"Harry Potter has defeated one of the most evil wizards of all time. He's not one to die of something as small as blood loss. And I'm sure Ginny's taught him a few healing tricks by now, so hold your tongue." Arthur's voice was stern and his expression hard. Ginny had never seen him speak this way to anyone, even the twins, and Neville paled under his gaze.

"He's near the other end," Neville said quickly as he was eager to get away from the tip of the wand pointed at his throat. "He was dueling on a sort of hill where there used to be a stone bridge. You follow the alley until you see a fork. You turn right and its about a ten minute walk from there. Good luck." The last part was whispered. Ginny lowered her wand and pulled him into a savage hug.

"I'm sorry I had to do that," She said through another couple hiccups. Her tears had subsided slightly and she suspected adrenalin was taking hold. She turned to her father who was still looking at her rather curiously and sadly all wrapped into one. "Mum's by the tents. She's not hurt...neither are Fred, George, and Fleur." And after one fleeting smile that she gave him, Ginny ran.

Her core was numb. A mantra ran through her head as if it held the gravity of her own life as well as Harry's. She wasn't sure that it didn't. 'Find him.' She told herself. 'Just find him.' She came across a couple of people she knew in the first few minutes. Colin Creevey looked up at her from where he was sitting in the rubble, cradling his dead brother. A little while later Dean and Seamus seemed to have conjured crowns with the last of their magic, judging from the sizes, and were dancing around singing to the demise of the Dark Lord. Ginny looked up at them and they saluted her and kept celebrating amidst the debris and dead.

Eight. Charlie Weasley's unmistakable red hair came into her view to her left. He was lying on the ground seemingly unmoving and she rushed over too him. Fear seemed to replace the blood in her body as she knelt down and touched her fingers to his pulse point in his neck. A steady beet lulled her from her panic and she breathed deeply.

"Charlie," She said trying to wake him. "Ennervate," she cast to revive him. He opened his eyes slowly and they rolled around for a bit before focusing on her. "Hi, Charlie."

"Hey little sis," he said softly. "I'm not dead, am I?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, your not. Do you honestly think that if you were, I'd be the one to greet you?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment before grinning. "No, definitely not. Mum would kill you if you died in battle." His laugh seemed to die in his throat, though. "Is Mum alright?"

Ginny nodded. "Mum's fine. Everyone's fine...I still need to find Percy, Hermione and Harry, though." Her voice caught on Harry's name and Charlie looked at her curiously.

"Is everything alright between you two, Ginny?"

Ginny looked offended. "Of course it is." She snapped and then looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. Its just... the war is over." She paused and contained her tears that threatened to spill. "Harry defeated Voldemort."

Charlie smiled and attempted to sit up. "That's brilliant...incredible...amazing..." He seemed to drift off in the idea that Voldemort was finally gone. "Aren't you happy, Ginny?"

Ginny shrugged much like her mother had earlier to her. "I'll be fine once I know everyone's alright." She looked at her brother and hugged him tightly where they were on the ground. It was an uncomfortable position, but she didn't care. "Harry..." She choked. "I've been told that Harry is dead." Charlie broke the hug and looked at her in horror. "I don't believe it," She went on. "I'm off to find him. I would know if he was," her eyes pooled with tears and they fell shamelessly, "dead."

"Go," Her brother told her gently. "I'll be fine. I'll make it back. I'm not hurt. I was just stunned." He pushed her lightly away from himself and looked deeply into her eyes. Their brown color had gotten darker from crying and he reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. "Go."

She didn't need to be told again. She got up slowly and with increasing pace went on her way down when was left of Knockturn alley. Every so often she would be stopped by a stranger because she was wearing the official healer's robes, but she managed to find her way down the alley mostly without incident. It struck her somewhere along her path that their weren't many survivors. Rescue teems scurried around collecting the injured and she watched in morbid fascination as they cast charms to bag the dead.

Her whole body shuddered when she saw what looked like a child body bad. There would be no erasing these memories from her mind. Even with an obliviate, she was sure they were burned deeper than could be forgotten. She quickened her speed once again and looked around for what Neville had told her; a sort of hill. She saw nothing that resembled it.

"Healer!" A man yelled towards her. She stopped where she was and mentally cursed him. She didn't have time for this. "Healer please," She turned around to face him and he seemed to run at her. His hair had large chunks missing and he looked as though he's been on the receiving end of four too many cruciatus curses.

"How can I help you?" Her professional voice slipped through.

"My name's Carter," He began in a flurry of words. "There's a man just over there. He's lost a leg. He's loosing blood quickly and he's feinted." As he spoke, Ginny recognized the injuries as life threatening and she grudgingly, yet speedily followed Carter towards the injured man. What she saw almost stopped her heart.

Nine. Percy Weasley was propped up against what must have been a store front. His eyes were closed and his head was lulling to one side. She knew he had fought in this battle, but part of her almost didn't believe it. He had left her family too many times for her to believe he would fight with them again. But apparently he did, and she was going to do all in her power to insure that he lived.

"Percy!" Ginny cried as she ran over to him.

"You know him?" Carter asked surprised.

"He's my brother," She explained before peeling off the covering Carter must have put on Percy' left leg. Sure enough it was gone from the knee. Ginny was almost sick from all the blood. There was nothing she could do. The wound was too great. He would need to have higher medical attention. At least the healer zone if not St. Mungo's right away. But apparating to St. Mungo's was tedious and required a lot of strength. "Alright. Do you have any magic left?" Carter nodded slowly.

"But I won't do a magic infusion," He said panicking slightly. "It nearly killed my cousin when she did one last battle."

"You won't have to. Just apparate him to the healer zone." She looked at Carter carefully. "Can I trust you with that?" Carter nodded. "Thank you. His life is in your hands."

Carter paused suddenly. "Why can't you?"

"I have to find someone." She replied evenly and walked away, trying not to think about Percy's injury. He would never be the same, she concluded, and the notion stung her harder then she ever thought it would.

She alternated running and walking as she noticed she was getting closer to the end of the alley. There was too much dust in the air to run for long periods of time, so by the end of each short sprint her lungs burned and her head spun terribly, but she pressed on. She encountered the fork just as Neville said she would and took the right path. Her eyes searched the ground quickly yet carefully and she noticed that the amount of people in this area decreased almost with each passing step.

"Harry!" She called out. "Harry! Where are you? Harry!" The landscape was almost empty now and the few people that were there didn't seem to be in any condition to help her. The worst fighting must haven taken place where she was standing. "Harry!"

"A-are you l-looking for Potter?" Ginny spun around to the person that had mentioned Harry's surname. She nodded franticly and looked around as if he was there but she couldn't see him. "He's over there...by that small hill." The man who had spoken to her reached out with a battered arm and pointed to where sure enough, there was a rise in the rubble.

"Thank you," Ginny breathed as she ran over to her destination. She could hear her heartbeat clearly in her ears and her breath was coming in short bursts. "Harry!" She called again. But she saw no sign of him.

"Ginny, he's here." Ginny whipped around to see Hermione a few feet to her left, sitting cross-legged on the top of the rise with Harry's head cradled in her lap. She hadn't seen them due to the large amounts of dust in the air, and she fell on her knees and crawled over to them. She didn't trust herself to stand and walk.

Ten. Eleven. She barely registered that she had counted to eleven because more of her mind was focused on the black haired young man with crooked glasses and a lightning shaped scar, in front of her. She nearly collapsed at his side and lifted an arm to stroke his hair back from his face. He was warm. She sobbed in realization that he was alive.

"Hermione," Ginny said never taking her eyes from Harry. "Are you alright?"

Hermione frowned. "I'll be fine." She looked down at Harry and she too began to stroke his hair from his face. "How is everyone else?"

"Fine." Ginny said. What else could she say? She took her hand off Harry's face and touched his shoulder, shaking him lightly. "Wake up, Harry." He didn't move. "What happened?"

"He's been like this for an hour." Hermione said sadly. "I can't wake him...I have no magic left...I'll need a couple potions and days to recover from this." Ginny nodded.

"Neville told me he was dead," Ginny's voice broke and her tears started flowing again. "You have no idea how happy I am that he's alive."

Hermione winced and slowly looked at Ginny. She opened her mouth a couple times and closed it again as if she didn't know that to say. Ginny looked up at Hermione curiously and their eyes met uncertainly. The younger girl noticed that the other was crying and it scared her beyond anything she knew.

"He's not going to make it, Ginny." Hermione said.

"You're wrong."

"Am I?" Hermione looked battered and worn and Ginny saw her hands trembling from where they were touching Harry's hair. "Am I wrong?" She cried softly for a moment before recomposing herself. "Tell me I'm wrong again, Ginny. Tell me so I'll believe it. You're the healer."

Ginny said nothing. How could she? The more she looked at the love of her life, the more she saw. He was pail...too pail. And the heat emanating from his core was too hot. Bruises were starting to appear across his face, and his robe was nearly soaking in his own blood. His girlfriend drew in a sharp breath; it didn't look good.

"We have to get him to St. Mungo's." Ginny said slowly. "Common." But Hermione made no movements.

"My legs are broken." The bushy haired witch admitted. "You take him." They transferred Harry slowly to Ginny's lap and she struggled to hold his larger body safely in her own. "Apparate him directly." Ginny nodded and prepared herself. Now was not the time to splinch.

"Hermione," She said before she went.

"Yes?" Hermione asked quietly and almost hopefully.

"He's going to live." And with a pop, she left.

When Ginny Weasley arrived at St. Mungo's she was astounded by the sheer number of people. She noticed there were hospital beds set up in the lobby and the whole place looked like it was swimming from all the noise. From her place on the ground she realized no one would notice her, and with difficulty she supported Harry's body until she was holding him while in a standing position. She had him sort of draped on her as if they were hugging, but his feet were slightly behind him on the ground and his face was pressed into her chest.

"Help!" She cried out, but her voice was drowned by all the other cries of the same thing. She paused to think. "Sonorus!" The spell amplified her voice and she angled her head towards the front desk. Madelyn, who was working there, looked as though she was at the point of tears. "Help!" She said again, and everyone turned to the loud voice. "I have Harry Potter here, and if he doesn't get medical attention immediately, he will die!"

Several things happened at once. Ginny silenced her voice as she saw it was not needed and a pathway cleared, people ran over to get a good look at the savior of the wizard world, several healers rushed towards her and levitated Harry onto a stretcher, and Harry regained consciousness.

"Ahhhhh!" The sound that seemed to rip from his lungs was pure pain and everyone seemed to want to sooth it. Ginny gripped his hand tightly from where she stood next to his stretcher.

"I'm here, luv." She told him with a forced smile. "You're going to be fine." But he continued screaming. "Someone get him a pain reliever!" Ginny yelled around and almost immediately a young woman was there with a purple vile in her hands. Ginny snatched it and forced it down Harry's throat. His yells subsided and he started whimpering. "I know it hurts, Harry. But you'll be alright."

"Gin?" His eyes found hers and he squeezed her hand. She squeezed him back.

"I'm here, luv." She said again.

"Love you," He murmured. Ginny broke down in tears and held his hand even more tightly. She followed him into the lift and stayed with him while they carried him into a private room. Healers came in and out examining him, but she stayed at his side and all the while they never seemed to break eye contact.

Time passed slowly and at some point Ginny was aware that it had gotten dark. The window to the outside was quickly shut and shuttered after a reporter came by on a broom with a camera. The hospital staff, Ginny's colleagues and superiors, apologized profusely; but the red haired witch couldn't find herself to care. All she was concerned with was the young man now lightly sleeping in front of her.

"Ginny?" Ginny looked up from her uncomfortably visiting chair and saw the distinct face of her boss. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" Ginny nodded and got up, gently placing Harry's hand that she had been holding back on his bed, and let herself be led out into the hall.

"Clement," Ginny said adopting informal speech. She didn't have the energy to give him the proper respect. He seemed to understand as he didn't correct her. "Tell me what's wrong."

Clement eyed her sadly. "I'll be honest with you, Ginny. I won't give him three days." Ginny furrowed her brow and glared at him. He recognized her retort building and put a hand on her shoulder in condolence. "He has...too much internal bleeding. Not to mention spell damage...broken bones...nerve damage...infection and fever... Maybe if we had gotten to him sooner. But even then I don't know." He shook his head. "It's a shame. He saved our world."

"Is there anything you can do?" Ginny almost begged.

"What you're doing...sitting with him...is his best medicine."

"Please, Clement."

"I'm sorry. I really wish I could do something, trust me. He's Harry Potter." He paused for a second. "I didn't know you two were together."

Ginny glared at him. "We still are."

"Right, sorry." Clement sighed and turned to leave and then stopped abruptly. "Since he is famous, there's a clearance in order to get into his room. Is there anyone you'd like me to put on the list?"

"Who's on so far?"

"Just you."

Ginny thought for a moment before answering, "My whole family...Hermione Granger...The Lupin's..." She gave a professional nod towards her superior and a quiet, "Thank you." And then turned her heal and went back into the room that held Harry Potter.

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A/N: Yay! There's the first chapter. I hope you like it!!!! Please review! Thanks.

I also haven't yet decided if the second ship should be Draco/Hermione or Ron/Hermione. Please let me know what you think! Thanks.