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Authors Note: Thanks everyone for reading and I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Product Reviews and Endorsements:

Two words. HALO TWO. This game rocks. If there is one game you buy for the XBOX this year, this is the Game. Then again, if you have the X-Box you already have it. Not much has changed since H1; the biggest changes are Dual Wielding and Kick. When you get two SMG's going it can be hard to keep yourself on target. The game ends in a horrible cliffhanger that leaves you begging on your hands and knee's for more. Story wise, it doesn't give away as much plot as the two Books Fall of Reach and First Strike, but still more than H1. There's an interesting twist within the Covenant, which leads to new levels of Game play. I like every one else, give the game a 9.7 out of 10. (Sariel Aleitheas comments. I've only played HALO 1, but I still like the game. Unfortunately, I'm stuck on my brother146;s old (ANCIENT) N64, so I can't get it life is unfair.)

Unreal Tournament 2004. Online play is the best and RPG invasion is my personal favorite. My rating: 9.1 out of 10.

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It was a crying Ginny that got the attention of everyone in the Slytherin common room. At first it was because Ginny rarely if ever showed any real weakness, let alone run crying through the common room in a rush towards her dorm room. After about seven minutes alone in her dorm, one of her year mates, a relatively plump but kindhearted witch by the name of Angelica Houston came into the room.

"What's wrong Ginny, did Harry dump you or something." she asked gently. At this, Ginny blushed crimson for a few short seconds before her face went back to sadness and worry.

"Oh, Angie, it's just awful! Harry and I were at practice and the instructor was having us fight fifteen shadows, all just below our skill level. And then Harry was stabbed through the left lung, and at first he thought it was just a scratch, but when he went to take his shower he passed out from shock! He was under boiling hot water for so long, that it gave him second degree burns over one third of his body, and his lung is collapsed! The sword missed his heart by centimeters." by now she had started crying again, so Angelica tentatively gave her a rather uncomfortable, but nonetheless reassuring, hug.

"Come on Gin, let's get a few of your things together. You might as well come prepared-we both know that nothing will be ableto make you leave that hospital once we get there, unless it's with Harry" she said firmly, grabbing a spare book bag that she kept in her bedside table; for some reason, hers always seemed to split at the most un-opportune times which caused her to always be prepared with extras. She then started to gather some necessities, such as shampoo, a couple changes of clothing, and some money for vending machines and any other emergency that may come up. "Okay Ginny, anything else you think you might need" she said asked as she and Ginny both stood up.

"No" was the only reply she got. It was only as they walked in the well-lighted common room that Angelica and the rest of the House noticed that Ginny was caked with drying flecks of blood, and her feet were still sopping wet.

Listen up everybody" she yelled as they were about to leave the house, having turned and stared at everyone. "Harry was badly injured in practice today, and may not survive. I'm taking Ginny to St. Mungo's as I don't quite think she would be able to get the right grate in the state she's in now. Make sure our location and our reason for being there get back to Snape, Dumbledore, and the Weasley brothers. Got that" she asked authoritatively, and after an affirmative nod from almost everyone in the room Ginny and Angie were on their way to the Public Floo in the Great Hall. Several students were still lingering in there, including Hermione and Ron, who were comparing notes with each other. (A/N: Yeah right, Ron was showing her some pictures he had drawn in History of Magic, while he copied everything she had written on hers). The two preteen girls rushing towards the Floo didn't go unnoticed by them, and Ron's jaw practically dropped onto the table as the blonde accompanying Ginny shouted out. "Saint Mungo's guest entrance" and with a puff of green smoke they were gone.

"What do you think that was about" he asked his year mate.

"I don't know, it could be anything, from one of the girls relatives being sick and Ginny volunteering to go with her, to girl troubles." she replied, while Ron gagged at the last idea.

"I am sorry ladies, but Mr. Potter is only allowed one visitor at a time after hours like this" the receptionist said patiently to the two girls after they inquired about Harry's room.

"Thank you Ma'am, that'll be me I guess. Do you happen to know what his condition is" Ginny asked anxiously.

"Just a moment" the receptionist replied, and started typing rapidly. After a moment, she looked up from the bland screen and declared cheerfully to apprehensive girls. "He's doing fine-one of our best trained Muggle doctors performed the operation. He's currently being treated for his burns, so you won't be able to touch him. But with luck, he'll be awake and out of bed by Sunday." she said smiling.

"Oh, that reminds me, Harry would want to know. Does the chapel here have a Catholic priest for Sunday Mass'" she asked tentatively.

"Yes, of course" the receptionist replied happily.

"Okay. Thank you" Ginny said and started towards the liftwhen the receptionist's voice again chirped out.

"You're welcome. By the way, one of you can wait in the reception room while the other goes in if you would like" she said added, just managing to finish her sentence before the door closed.

"That's what I heard Professor. Potter's in St. Mungo's due to an accident during training" said a platinum blonde boy, as the one and only Draco Ebenezer Malfoy, informed his Head of House, Severus Simon Snape, of the condition and location of his house mates.

"Since I assume you have this from a reliable source, I will inform the Headmaster. Thank you Mr. Malfoy" the Potions Master said silkily and stalked away, robes billowing gently behind him.

It was Thursday during dinner when the Headmaster made an announcement about Harry and Ginny. "Attention all students" Dumbledore said as he stood up after dinner. "As I am sure, many, if not all of you have noticed that both Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have not been present at classes and meals for the past few days. This is because Mr. Potter suffered a grievous Injury during a practice match for the up and coming Junior Bladed Weapons Dueling Tournament to be held sometime after the New Year. I would just like to reassure you that Mr. Potter is making a remarkably quick and full recovery. That is all." Dumbledore said regally. The Potter Twins looked quite shocked and then disappointed as the full announcement sunk in.

"So that's were Harry's been." was the thought going through most minds at that time, leaving everyone preoccupied enough to not notice Sarah and Annabelle sneak under the table and towards the doors, at which point they all but ran towards the Owlery.

"How's he doing" a voice beside Ginny asked. She looked up and over her shoulder to see Ron, Hermione, Draco and oddly enough, Professors Lupin and Black who had both become rather close with Harry since they learned just a fraction of how Lily and James treated him, both having had similar childhoods. The speaker was, of course, Ron.

"What are you doing here? The receptionist said only one person was allowed in his room after visiting hours" she queried.

"Ginny, it's three in the afternoon." Hermione retorted.

"Oh, I didn't notice. Thought it has only been a few hours." she replied, her eyes never once leaving Harry's unconscious form.

"He's doing fine. Last time the doctor came by, he said that Harry was healing better than anyone expected, and said he should wake up some time Friday." she continued. Most of Harry's burns had all but faded away, and, although unseen to them, the wounds from the sword and surgery had already turned the pearly white of scar tissue.

"Ginny, it is Friday, you've been here for three days" Ron said gently. At this, Ginny looked up to see her brother.

"Oh. I guess I lost track of time." she said monotonously and turned back to Harry.

"Ginny, have you gotten any sleep in these last three days" Hermione asked tentatively.

"The human body can go for seventeen days without sleep before it dies. After all he's done for me, the least I can do is be here when he wakes up." she countered. "If it was still Thursday, I would get some sleep, but I won't have spent the last three days at his bedside to not be there when he wakes up."

Despite what they thought would be the best for her health, they knew that nothing short of a Drought of Living Dead potion would remove her from that bedside. After about twenty minutes, the professors had to leave, though they vowed to come back the next day. About two hours after the adults left, the kids were to been seen talking lightly in a circle around Harry, when Ginny noticed Harry's eye twitch lightly and squint open ever so slightly.

"Guy's, I think he's waking up." she said excitedly. They quickly stopped chattering and shifted so they were gathered around the bed.

Harry couldn't tell where he was. Everything was so dark, he could barely see his hands. He didn't know just how long he had been there. Oddly enough it was neither warm nor cold. Suddenly a blazing white light flickered on in the distance, a figure barely distinguishable right underneath it. Harry tried to run towards it, but abruptly found himself weightless with nothing supporting him. The light and the figure though, slowly moved towards him until they were close enough for him to recognize the form as a female with red hair. Ever so slowly she approached, Harry waiting the whole time to see her face. But he never did. When she got to within ten meters of him, he realized she had no face. She was dressed in typical witch robes, but at her side was a sword, its sheath so nondescript it could have been any form of strait sword. Its hilt and sheath were both lightly covered with elaborate silver trim.

"Who are you" he asked guardedly, noting his voice sounded distant and it echoed off the unseen walls of the place.

"That is of no concern Harry Potter. You must find the swords." she said, her voice just as distant as his.

"What swords? Do you mean the Twelve Swords of the Seal?" he asked his curiosity perked.

"Yes. The Plague mustn't get free. When it is time, you will know." she answered serenely, and in the same fashion as she came, she left.

"What do you mean when it is time? What will I know" he yelled perplexed, and angrily at her retreating form.

"All in due time Harry. When the time comes, you will know. Be prepared Harry, for there is nothing else to do." And just like that, she was gone, along with the light. But ever so slowly as he left the blackness, he felt as if somebody had dunked him into a hot tub. Sunlight was shining warmly on his arms and feet, and he could hear the soft whisper of people taking. Slowly it dawned on him that his eyes were closed. After a few failed attempts to open them, he finally managed to lift his right eye enough to see all of the friends he could consider to be close friends. Dudley of course was absent, but that was excusable due to his non-magical condition. To his right was a teary eyed, haggard looking Ginny, looking as if she hadn't slept in days.

With great struggle he was able to say. "Hey guys." Such a simple phrase came out much hoarser than he thought it would.

"Hey guys." Those two words were all Ginny needed to hear before breaking into hysterical tears and lunging at Harry, hugging him as hard as she dared. From what she was trying to say all the others in the room realized that the sobs were both tears of worry and joy.

"Oh Harry, please don't ever do that again" was all Harry could make out.

"Do what again" he asked her after she had calmed down a bit. She looked a bit shocked at first, but then she just smiled at him.

"We were at training and Swartsvald had us fighting fifteen Shadows all slightly below our level. After the first few we began tiring. You tried to use a Stamina Potion, but Swartsvald shot it out of your hands saying that you couldn't use them in the tournament. I guess that short gap in your concentration lowered your defenses, and one stabbed you through your left lung, just barely missing your heart. No one realized it, and you shook it off as only a scratch. Swartsvald told us to go take our showers, and you passed out before you could turn on the cold water, so you were burned. Oh Harry, it was so horrible, there was blood everywhere" she wept, still crying into his shoulder. For a brief moment, Harry's mind flickered back to his dream, but as soon as the thought had come, it left.

"It's okay Ginny, I'm all right now." he said soothingly while lightly rubbing her back. Ron was about to say something but before he could, Hermione swatted his hand where it lay slightly poised above the chair's armrest as though to protest the gesture towards his sister. After about five minutes of Harry convincing Ginny that he was all right, he was finally able to get her off him and take a good look at her.

"Gin, how long have you been awake" he asked, his voice laced with tenderness and more than a little bit of concern.

"Coming up on eighty hours soon." she stated weakly. While the others had spent the better part of four hours with Ginny, Harry was only just now seeing what she looked like. Her face was pallid and oily from not having had a shower for three days. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot; the bags under her eyes almost reached her feet. Her hair, usually wavy, was now as greasy as Snapes, and frizzy strands were all over the place.

"All right Gin. Go back to Hogwarts or the Burrow, take a shower, and get some sleep. I don't want to see you back here for another twenty four hours." Harry ordered. Ginny cast her head downward for a moment before it shot back up with new determination.

"There's a shower in the washroom, and I brought some shower supplies I think." she shrieked happily then rushed to grab her bag and into the washroom. Within a minute, the group could hear water running.

"Well, that still leaves the problem of a bed to sleep in." Harry sighed. All of the sudden, the PA system blared and said. "Attention all guests, visiting hours are now over. Thank you for visiting."

"Oh well, she'll find her way to Hogwarts or back home. Harry, we'll see you again tomorrow after classes." Ron said happily. After everyone exchanged goodbyes with Harry and grabbed their stuff, they departed. Harry lay alone for about ten more minutes listening to the dampened sound of the shower before it was turned off, and another thirty minutes listening to the dull sounds of the hospital before Ginny final came out of the the washroom, looking like her normal self, except the bags under her eyes.

"Are the others gone" she inquired looking around the room.

"Yeah, visiting hours are over. You should be getting back to Hogwarts, because you NEED to sleep" he said firmly.

"No, it's okay, I'll just sleep here" she said merrily settling down in the chair next to his bed. Harry sighed. Sometimes Ginny was impossible to reason with, and it appeared lack of sleep didn't help weaken this trait at all.

"No Ginny, your body is exhausted and you'll be asleep for at least ten hours. A chair is barely acceptable for an hour or two. I will not have you complaining about your neck and back for the next two weeks. You can have the bed if you insist on staying here." he replied exasperated. He then tried to get out of bed, but after moving about thirty centimeters he gave a pained groan and sank back into the bed. "Oh well. There, I made room for you at least." he said tiredly and gestured to the half of the bed he had cleared. "We're both rather small, I think we can share without a problem." he said and patted the bed invitingly.

Ginny without a word climbed into the bed and almost as soon as she had, she was asleep. As if on cue, a large comforter appeared at the end of the bed and after a little work, Harry was able to pull it over the two of them.

Athenakitty: I am afraid not, well, maybe, I don't know yet. Don't you think they all ready know how horrible they are as parents? Nope, don't mind correction in the least, in fact, that is why I have gotten a Beta Reader. Good. I think we differ heavily there.

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Digi Bonds: Sorry, but I chose some one else, on the other hand your first in line for the AU Version where Harry will want revenge.

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Wytil: Thanks, have you ever played KOTOR? And yes, there is a hidden message in that.

Wiccachic2000: That's hardly a book, speaking of which, did you hear that Rowling has finished "The Half Blood Prince." Hmmmm... I wonder whom the title speaks of?

Gaul1: Thanks, there's half of St. Mungo's at least. So you're telling me you would rather spend 100- 150 on computer repairs than eat a possibly imaginary Cookie? And that price quote is quite fair, usually my dad spends 12 hours on a PC, and normal tech's get paid about 25 an hour, at least.

Sariel Aleithea: And FYI, I am not a Stereotypical Republican. I am from a Northern Blue State; we call our selves the Great Lakes State. About 90 of my extended family voted for Kerry, most of the other ten couldn't make it to the polls. And I'm from a middle Class family. Just in case you wanted too know.

Mr. Happy Java Man: Okay, which state mental hospital are you in? I think it will be more and more apparent as time go's on that Harry is the one who stopped Tommy. There are too many ways to reveal the truth, and yet I can only choose one. . -

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Lady FoxFire: He was first hurt during practice, but burnt by hot water in the showers.