Ginny Potter hoisted Albus onto her hip and took James' hand into her own.

"Mummy, Where are we going?" asked three-year James, clutching his stuffed stag tightly to his chest.

"Daddy got hurt, so Mummy's going to go to the hospital while you stay with grandma and grandpa."

"Daddy ok?" Albus asked, looking at Ginny's face in concern.

"Daddy will be okay Albus, don't worry," Ginny replied, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Ginny, are you ready? I've packed the boy's clothes," called her mother from upstairs.

"Yes mum, we're all set to go."

"Great, come on James, what do you say we go to Burrow and play with grandpa?"

"I want to go see Daddy with Mummy!" James cried, clutching onto Ginny's leg.

"James, You can't come because it's night. But I promise you can come tomorrow, ok?" Ginny reassured him, handing Albus off to her mother.

"Will grandpa ready me a story?" he asked tentatively, still clinging onto Ginny.

"Of cause he will sweetie, now come on we have to go fast," Molly replied to him, grabbing his hand and walking towards the fireplace.

"Ginny be careful alright? Don't stress, it's not good for the baby. And Harry will be fine! Hermione said that she'll come to in one hour ok?"

"Yes mum, I'll be fine, bye! Be good James, ok?," she replied, and she gave them one last kiss before flooing to St. Mungos.

"Where is 's room?" Ginny asked the nurse at the welcome desk, her legs shaking.

"Third floor, second door on the right," she replied without looking up.

"Thank you," Ginny mumbled, and she slowly made her way to Harry's room.

The sight that met Ginny nearly made her puke. Harry's face was bleeding and his right arm was bandaged. Four healers were hovering over him, waving their wands and feeding him all sorts of potions. His face was pale, and his eyes were closed, but Ginny knew he was awake by the way he took fast shallow breaths and clenched the sheets.

"Ma'm? Your husband has very serious and extensive injuries. His right leg is broken, but we can fix it. However, he has a lot of blood loss and we need to work on that," the oldest healer told her, placing a gentle arm on her shoulder.

"Will he make it? Will he be okay? She asked shakily, placing one hand on her belly and sitting down on the nearest chair.

"At this point, we don't know, but we will do our best. By the way, you're Ginny Potter, right? My son was a huge fan when you played for the Holyhead Harpies, do you think I could get an autograph?" the healer asked, and Ginny had to resist the urge to punch her.

"NO, you absolutely can't. Also, I would like to request you off his case please, we don't need inconsiderate human beings like you working on him now please, LEAVE," a voice said firmly from behind Ginny, and Ginny saw Ron step into the room.

"Ron," Ginny cried, and Ron took three steps across the room and enveloped Ginny in a large hug, stroking her back.

"He'll be fine Ginny, he's Harry. Don't worry, okay?" he reassured, and Ginny let herself sob into his chest.

"Ginny," Harry croaked from the bed, opening his eyes slightly to see her.

"Harry! Harry, are you in pain? What happened?" she asked frantically, rushing to his side and taking his hand in her own.

"Wa-Water," he rasped, gripping her hand so tightly she tought it would break.

"Of course! Ron, will you get him some water?" she asked, and Ron nodded and filled up a cup with water and handed it to Ginny.

Harry drank the water and then tried to sit up, but he was stopped by the healer.

" , you have severe abdominal injuries, you need to lie down," she informed Harry, and Ginny gave Harry a reassuring nod.

Harry lied back down, but he had a scowl on his face.


"With mum and dad in the Burrow."

" , we need you to sign this form. Harry is going to need a special procedure in which we give him a potion that we show us exactly what is wrong with him. After we find out, we'll know how to treat him." The healer thrust the form at Ginny and showed her where to sign.

"How long will it take?" Ginny asked her, handing the form back to her.

"It'll take three-four hours to diagnose, and then five-six hours to treat. We don't know if he will make it," she informed her, and Ginny held back a sob.

"You'll be fine Harry, okay? We need you, you'll be fine," she assured him, though she wasn't sure whether she was talking to herself or to him.

"Ron, be there for her while I'm gone, ok? And if I don't make it, promise me you'll help her out," Harry murmured, and Ginny turned around and focused on a spot on the wall, determined to not let Harry see her cry.

"Harry, mate, don't talk like that, you'll be fine understood?" he said, giving a small smile.

"Yes sir," Harry joked, but it was obvious that he was in pain.

"No need to call me sir, professor," Ron said again, and Harry gave him a pained, but genuine smile.

"Ginny, I'll be okay? Don't be worried over me," he told her, and Ginny turned around and kissed him.

"I love you," she murmured through the tears.

"I know, I love you too. And just in case-"

"No, I will not do anything for you. You can do whatever you want when you get better, all right?" she interrupted, giving him one last kiss before the healers took him away.

"Bye Ginny," he whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Bye Harry."

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