Chapter 17
"So what your saying is that if you go in for treatment and it doesn't work then you'll die but they" says George, jabbing a thumb at Lily and James. "Will live?"
Both Ginny and Kingsley nod.
"And... If you go through treatment and survive, every single one of them will die... again?"
Again the pair nods.
Ginny sighs and grabs her husbands hand to calm him.
"I... If there really is nothing we can do I... I guess we'll just go with it." She says.
"So you mean you want some one to die?" Asks Ron.
"No," she says rolling her eyes.
"I mean if we don't tell anyone about this until after the treatment it will go how it is supposed to go. We can't stop either side from dying. We... We'll just see where it takes us."
Lily nods.
"Yeah... Yeah, that'll work."
James puts an arm around her shoulder and the leans her head into his chest.
Eventually the crowd disperses and each couple makes their way home.
The kids were all in bed and Harry sighs.
Ginny looks at him and leans into his chest, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
He wraps his arms around her and kisses her head.
"We'll figure it out. I promise."
