Harry and Ginny

Chapter Nine

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Days and weeks passed for the Weasley family. It was a time of grief and loss, but it was intermingled with strange bits of happiness. Teddy stayed often to give Andromeda a break from the hard task of taking care of a baby all by herself. Quidditch always cheered them all up a bit, even if it never lasted long. Even so, grief struck them all very hard, sometimes worse than others, and sometimes it was just a hollow numbness that gave them no purpose and no reason for anything. George especially was not fairing well. He seemed to be deteriorating before their eyes. He was getting thinner and he always had dark bags under his sad eyes. George never talked anymore unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then it was a distracted mumble that seemed to drop off at odd places leaving his sentences unfinished. They tried everything to help bring him out of this trance.

One day things became very serious when they found him lying motionless next to an open potions book turned to the page with the directions for brewing a "Draught of Living Death" along with a full cauldron and an empty flask in his hand. The family rushed him to St. Mungos, desperate and disorientated. Healers rushed him away while they all sat huddled in a waiting room preparing for the worst.

Ginny was in a state of shock. She had already lost one brother and she was in no hurry to lose another. She rocked back and forth in her chair trying to come to terms with what was going on. No doubt George was affected the worst by all of the recent events, but she never knew he was this desperate, this hopeless. Fear and pain banged around her heart, pushing very hard to escape. Clenching her fists and rocking faster, she was determined not to let it out. She shut her eyes tight and concentrated very hard on keeping it together. Despite her efforts, hot tears began welling up and leaking out of the corners of her eyes. She couldn't hold it in anymore, but for some reason it wouldn't all come out either. Ginny sat stuck and torn. Very suddenly she knew that she needed to be strong, for herself and for her family because she wasn't the only one being affected. She sat up and wiped her eyes just in time to see a healer hurrying up to them.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley jumped up. "Is he alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked the woman desperately. "Please tell me he's alright!" she cried. Mr. Weasley put an arm around his wife looking very scared and anxious. "Please, there is not much time," said the healer. "We need a sample of the potion your son took. It is critical for us to see exactly what he consumed so we can try to undo the damage it has caused." She thrusted a small vile into Mr. Weasley's hand and he immediately disapparated. Mrs. Weasley looked at the healer desperately. "Is he going to make it?" she asked in a barely audible voice. "We are doing everything we can," said the woman grimly. A few seconds later, Mr. Weasley reappeared with the full vile and handed it to the healer. "We will keep you updated," she said and hurried off again. Mr. Weasley slumped back into his chair, while Mrs. Weasley covered her face with her hands for a minute before sitting down again.

It was a long night in the waiting room. No one really slept at all in those uncomfortable straight-backed chairs with broken and heavy hearts. After several failed attempts at trying to sleep, Ginny gave up and just sat and stared at nothing in particular. Suddenly she realized that in all of the rush and worry, Harry and Hermione had no idea what was happening to them. She looked around and saw Ron was also still awake and looking very put out. "Ron," she said quietly. He looked up. "I think we need to tell Harry and Hermione. They don't know any of this is happening," she said. Ron nodded slowly. "D'you reckon we should send a patronus?" He asked. "We can try," Ginny replied. She concentrated and tried to conjure up a happy memory and set her mind to it. "Expecto- ex- exp-" But very suddenly a sadness ran over her and even seemed to run through her so strong that she couldn't even say the charm, much less produce her patronus. "I can't," she whispered. Ron looked down and shook his head. "It's no use." He quietly got up and walked over to the desk and talked to the witch sitting behind it. A few minutes later he returned with a sheet of parchment and a quill. "C'mon," he said. Ginny followed him through the hospital and out an exit which turned out to lead to a small wooden barn shed. They walked in and found a small selection of owls perched in the rafters above and around them. "Lucky they have these," said Ron. Ron and Ginny each selected a medium sized owl and walked to the window sill to write the letters. Ginny took the parchment and tore it in half. She handed them both to Ron who began writing while she watched. When he finished the first one, he gave it to her and she rolled it up and tied it to the outstretched leg of one if the owls they had chosen. It took off through one of the open windows. Ron finished the second one and she tied it to the leg of the second owl.
Both notes read the same.

George in St. Mungo's.
Tried to kill himself.
Everyone is here.

Ron and Ginny

They walked back through the hospital and returned to the waiting room and to the hard uncomfortable chairs. Ginny sat lost in her thoughts. Why did this have to happen? Why them? She didn't understand how they were supposed to keep going on with their lives when they all knew nothing was going to get better for a long, long time. How are they all putting up with this?She was so sick and tired of pretending everything was going to get better and that things were going to go back to normal. Normal. What was normal anymore? If this was it something was going to have change. Their lives had changed forever, that was certain, but they needed to make the most of it. She didn't mean that they should all forget Fred or his memory, but rather they should use what they had left of him to help them move forward. Ginny didn't necessarily want to move on, just toward something better for all of them. She missed Fred so much it physically hurt every time she thought about her brother, but she needed to be strong and live to the fullest for him. She owed him that much. All of these things swam around her head as she slowly began drifting off to sleep, not by choice, but because the emotional effects of the day were finally taking a toll on her, as well as the fact that it was after three in the morning. She prayed George would be alright and hoped desperately for any news on his condition, but sleep took ahold of her and she fell into a restless and fitful sleep.

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This chapter was so sad to write! Poor George :( Anyways I hope you liked it even though it was really sad and I'll update as soon as I can!