Sorry this chapter is so short it was hard to write, god I hate writers block!

She was there when He jumped me. She fought him off and saved me. She helped me and she cried for me. She loves me, for who I am not what I look like. She is Ginny, my sister. She might not get along with my fiancé Fleur but she can get over it. My head is pounding and I hear somebody shouting. It sounds like Fleur. Slowly my eyes open and I feel somebody's lips on mine.

"Bill, oh Bill" I hear Fleur moan against my lips. I can hear the door to the room open and hear Harry's heavy footfalls.

"Dumbledore's dead." He told the room I sit up and look at him, realizing I am in the hospital wing. I don't believe him until I see someone enter carrying a body. The truth hits me like a punch in the stomach, Ginny buries her head in Harry's chest and he wraps his arms around her. Until he mentioned my name. She hugged me tightly crying in to me, soaking the bandages around my torso with tears. I glance in Fleur's direction she looked distraught and upset but she wasn't crying. She ran a hand though my hair while I rubbed circles on Ginny's back in an effort to calm her down. Harry took over for me and that seemed to help. I fell asleep while watching Harry comfort Ginny. They were made for each other. Or so I thought.