Waking up to a soft tapping on the window, Harry got out of bed, careful not to wake Ron. Buzzing early in the morning, Pig took off as soon as Harry unlatched the letter from his leg.
I’m okay now. When I was alone, I had time to think and I want to thank you for keeping my nightmare a secret. Ron would’ve been even more of an ass if he knew. Please tell him he is one, but one day, I’ll eventually forgive him, I suppose.
I need you to know that I just feel so overwhelmed, with everything that’s happening and I’m scared to admit that I need you, but not just as my friend. I can’t deny it any longer and, and, I’m sorry, you have to find this out, because I don’t want you to feel obliged to feel the same way or feel obliged to say something in return, because it’s okay, I just needed it out in the open.
I’ll what? What did this mean? Anything could’ve completed that sentence, anything. Wasn’t it obvious to Ginny that Harry still loved her, Ron seemed to think it was obvious. Hadn’t Ginny realised that Harry hadn’t broken up with her because he wanted to, but because he had to? “Waz that you’re holdin’?” Ron asked sleepily.
“Nothing. Yeah, it’s nothing.”
Ginny woke to the sun streaming through the window and a pillow to the face. “Wake up sleepy head, this morning’s Quidditch!” Sara almost shouted. Ginny, groggily fell out of bed, quickly dressing.
Together, the four ran as fast as humanly possible to the pitch, to make it in time for the beginning of the match. People began betting and predicting the final score of the match. As excitement spread across the field, with a hint of anxiety from the players, the match began on Madam Hooches whistle. “Hufflepuff verses Ravenclaw!” Tegan shouted over the other cries from the crowd.
As the game went on, the score being 90 to 50, Ravenclaw in the lead, the air became icier. Although people began to rug up, reciting charms to deflect the cold, efforts didn’t seem sufficient. People’s confusion was expressed, questions were asked and almost instantly answered after a sudden appearance of almost 20 Dementors. Those in the crowd who had not already dispersed, began to shriek and players on the field rushed down.
Ginny looked around slightly afraid, trying to find her friends, who were easily spotted in their outrageous Gryffindor scarves and hats. Ginny, trying to find Ciara, amongst the remaining few was harder to spot. It wasn’t until Ginny saw a Dementor being particularly friend that she tore over to her.
She has to be okay. She’s eleven, she can’t be soulless. Ginny thought. “Expecto Patronem,” She said, but the spell wasn’t strong enough. The Dementor, sensing her presence began to advance on her. Ginny, gathering all her courage and enthusiasm repeated the spell. “EXPECTO PATRONEM!” As the spell continued, it propelled the Dementor further and further.
Teachers soon took Ciara up to the Castle, to the Hospital Wing. Ginny stumbled up to the castle, nearing the Gryffindor Common Room. All her limbs felt unusually weak as she lay there, head pounding; the spell had drained her of her exertion. Feeling faint and unsteady, she collapsed of the floor.
“GET POPPY!” Professor McGonagall ordered. “OH FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, MADAM POMFREY!” Professor McGonagall replied frustrated to someone’s confused expression.
“Do you think she’ll be alright ‘Mione?”
“Oh Ron. I don’t know. I hope so. We honestly need to be on schedule, but of course Ginny is without a doubt more important, but we’re here somewhat too often, I’m frightened we’ll be spotted.”
“Yeah I hope I’ll be alright too.” Ginny whispered.
“GINNY!” Hermione shouted. “Thank goodness!” She was taken into the warm arms of Hermione Granger, a breathtaking, rib-crushing hug.
Her eyelids heavily fluttered open and despite the wave of nausea that she experienced, Ginny put on a hopefully convincing smile on her face. “Ah Miss Weasley, you need to take your potion.”
Madam Pomfrey handed Ginny a small golden goblet, with the Hogwarts Crest and Motto printed in tiny gold letters on the front. The goblet contained some silvery blue liquid. She sniffed. Strawberries! There’s finally some half decent tasting medicine here! Taking a small gulp, Ginny instantly spat it out, spraying it all over the bed quilt. “The smell can be deceiving Miss Weasley, no matter, drink up!” Cried Madam Pomfrey.
She reluctantly swallowed the remaining liquid, dry reaching with each swallow. “I think that and maybe Skele-Gro are the most disgusting potions I have ever tasted.” Harry’s spoke from the doors.
By the time everyone had left, it was well past midnight, and Ginny couldn’t recall feeling more fatigued. “Psst Ginny!” She searched frantically for the source of the voice. “Psst Ginny, over here!” The voice came from beside her.
“Harry, don’t play these games with me.” She warned.
“How are you?” He asked, his eyes full of concern.
“Honestly, I’ve been loads better. What about you, how are you doing?”
“I too have been better.” Ginny nodded in agreement.
“How long was I out for?”
“Four and a bit days, but who’s been counting?”
“Really?” Ginny said bewildered. “Four days. You’ve all been waiting here for four days?” Harry nodded. “But how is she? How’s Ciara?”
“Oh.” They exchanged glances. The look he gave Ginny was almost apologetic, as if to says he’s sorry for her state. “Harry… tell me.”
“This is really hard for me to tell you Ginny… I know she was your friend… Madam Pomfrey’s not sure if she’s going to make it.”
“You mean, she’s going to die?” He gave a regretful nod. “Wow, who saw that coming?” She whispered, trying to cover up the panic and hurt.
“Ginny, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s gotta happen to everyone at some stage doesn’t it?”
“Ginny, I promise if she dies, we’ll do something special, in honour of her.”
“That would be lovely!” Ginny clapped her hands. Being cautious of time, Harry checked his watch, realising how late it really was.
“I think I should go now.” He whispered, getting up to leave.
“Please stay.” Ginny whispered timidly.
Finding a comfortable position for the two of them to lie in, Harry searched for her hand, giving her a smile. “I don’t think we’ve spent this much time together, –without you storming off– in what feels like forever.”
“Harry, when can I come home?”
“Soon Ginny, I promise. Now go to sleep, and when you wake in the morning, you’ll find me here, exactly where I am.”
“Okay. Goodnight Harry.”
“Goodnight Ginny.” He whispered in Ginny’s ear. “By the way, I read your letter.”