"What happened?"

"The healer said she just had a panic attack, she collapsed. She and the baby are alright."

Ginny groaned. What was happening? She opened her eyes to see her Mother and Hermione talking to a healer at the end of the room. She was still in the private waiting room, but a few machines had been placed near her bed. "Mum?" she croaked, placing her hand on her ever-growing belly.

"Oh, Ginny! You're awake!" Molly quickly walked across the room and sat by Ginny's bedside, placing her hand on top of Ginnys.

Ginny sat up and reached for the glass near her bedside."Did Dudley and Elizabeth leave?" She asked, taking a sip of her water.

"Yes, they went home to pick up Anna. Look, Ginny-"

Ginny stopped her. "Dudley might not have been a match, but Harry will get a kidney. Someone will step in. I only fainted because I didn't have dinner yesterday, so there's no need to worry. The Potter family will be fine," she told Molly, though she was reassuring herself more than she was reassuring Molly.

A tear stricken Hermione joined Molly near Ginny's bed "Ginny, it really is not looking good. I think you should say good-bye."

"GOODBYE? YOU WANT ME TO SAY GOODBYE TO THE MAN WITH WHOM I HAVE 2 CHILDREN? WE'RE HAVING A THIRD CHILD! HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! YOU WANT ME TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM?" she screamed, tears escaping her eyes.

Hermione started sobbing and made her way out of the room, her right hand covering her mouth and the other on her stomach.

Ginny started to get out of bed, but Molly stopped her. "Healer said that you have to be on bed rest for a week, just in case. No walking."

Ginny held back a sob. Three days ago, she had kissed her husband goodbye and put her kids to bed, happy that her family was finally complete. Now everything was falling apart.

"Can I-" she paused, gaining control of her shaky voice.

Molly understood and brought Ginny a wheelchair, slowly helping her into it. As the pair neared Harry's room, Ginny braced herself for what might come. "Will he really die Mum?" she asked, feeling like she was five again.

Molly didn't, couldn't answer. She simply put an arm on her shoulder and took her to Harry's room, fighting back her own tears for her daughter.

The sight that met Ginny made her stomach turn. Harry's bed was surrounded by many different machines and healers. Harry's eyes fluttered open and close, his face scrunched in apparent pain. Harry looked across the room to see Ginny, and he managed a weak smile. "Ginny," he croaked weakly, beckoning her to come closer.

Molly wheeled Ginny towards Harry and then left the room, the healers following her and giving the couple space. Ginny held Harry's hand in her own, giving him a weak smile and ignoring the tears streaming down her face. Harry tried to get up but collapsed back into bed, taking short rapid breaths to ease his pain.

"I'm dying Ginny," he managed to say after some time.

Ginny looked at him and grasped his hand tighter.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to leave you and the kids and not meet the new baby," he whimpered. Ginny's heart broke. Her husband, who was always so brave and strong was begging for his life.

"I was always ready to die when I was younger. I knew I had to. But now, now I can't. I can't leave you and Teddy and James and Albus," he said.

Ginny knew that she couldn't make him stay. She couldn't let him stay in pain, "Harry," she paused, not trusting her shaky voice. "Harry, we will be okay. You go. W-We we'll be fine. You go."

Harry smiled at her. "I'm sorry Ginny, for letting you down."

"Don't be. You changed my life," she replied, kissing his forehead.

"Everything hurts Ginny. Everything." he murmured.

"I know Harry, I know."

"Kiss me." Ginny leaned forward and kissed her husband. She lingered over his face, tracing his jawline with her finger. Harry lifted one hand and placed it on her belly. Talking in barely a whisper, he said "Hi, baby, I'm your daddy. I've talked to you before, but I'm sorry I won't meet you. I tried. I really tried."

Ginny's tears streamed down her face and onto his chest. She managed to pull herself out of the wheelchair and sat on the side of Harry's bed. She rested her forehead against his, taking in his scent.

"Ron came by you know. He was furious. Kept rambling on and on about how I can't die. He broke down at the end, sobbing after I asked him to take care of you and the kids," Harry told her, wiping the tears off her cheek with great difficulty. "Hermione was angry too. She told me I was the big brother she never had. Tell the kids I love them more than I have ever loved anything in the world."

Ginny could only nod her head. "I love you, so so much. I will love you until the end of time. I will never stop loving you."

"I love you too Ginny. More than you could possibly know. You changed my life, led me out of the darkest times in my life. I love you, and I always will," he said, kissing her again. His head suddenly fell back onto the pillow. The machine near him started to beep rapidly and his hand fell limp at his side.

Ginny quickly made her way to the wheelchair. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" she screamed.

A team of healers quickly made their way into the room and surrounded his bed, blocking him from Ginny's view.

"What's going on? Is he okay?" she cried, straining her neck to what they were doing to Harry.

"Mam, we are going to need you to leave the room," a healer told her, quickly ushering her outside.

"Will- Wil he be okay?" she asked.

"We have tried our best, but at this point, he needs a new kidney. You should prepare yourself," he murmured gently, taking her wheelchair back to her private room.

Molly at once spotted her and helped her back into bed, wrapping her arms around her and holding her.

"I told him to go. I don't want him to be hurting, but he said goodbye, Mum, He told the baby he was sorry, and he said goodbye! Mum, I told him we'll be fine, but I need him. I really need him," she whimpered, burying her face in her mother's chest.

Molly said nothing, only wrapped her arms around her and rocked her to sleep.


Molly didn't think she could do it. She saw her daughter, pretending to stay strong. She saw her son anxiously pacing the walls, waiting for news. She responded to the fire calls of a troubled Hermione, and assured young Teddy that his godfather would be alright. She explained to James and Albus where their mummy and daddy were, and took care of everyone who came to the Burrow and hospital seeking comfort and information. But she didn't think she could handle losing another son. She didnt't think that she could, like after the war, stay strong for her family and fall back into a new, but somewhat normal routine. She didn't think that she could, and she knew that her family coudn't either. And so as she looked at the tired and annoyed face of Petunia Dursley, she decided that the reason she came was to stop her family from falling apart.

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