While Harry is asleep in the hospital wing after the Voldemort episode in
Goblet of Fire, Ginny reflects on her feelings for him and what he went
through. She decides to pay him a visit in the hospital wing just to be there
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You’re Not Alone
Ginny sat on the couch near the
fire in the Gryffindor common room trying to recover from the shivers that she
had been given when Ron had told her what happened to Harry. Ron and Hermione
had come walking through the portrait hole about an hour ago. Ginny had been
the only one awake and demanded to know where Harry was and what had happened.
had gone upstairs on Ron’s orders while he sat down and told her the bare
minimum of what Dumbledore had told them. “He faced Voldemort again, Ginny.
Voldemort has come back and Harry dueled with him. He’s alive and he’s okay.”
His voice had been so quiet and he sounded so scared that Ginny could feel the fear that surrounded him. That
frightened her more than anything. He had also told her that Harry was in the
hospital wing. And he was alone. Their mother, Bill, Ron, and Hermione had left
him, and while Ginny knew that there was nothing anyone could do for Harry, she
still wanted to see him, to be near him and
to let him know that she was there.
feelings for Harry had become more and more serious within the last couple of
years. Of course they had never been a crush; it had always been something real
that she felt for Harry and she knew that. Ginny had learned to hide it much
better than she had in her
second year, but the emotions were still there. She still smiled when Harry
looked at her, she still bit her fingernails off when he was in danger, and it
still pained her to see him hurting. And he was hurting. She needed to see him,
to touch him, and even a part of her wanted to tell him how she felt. After
all, if Voldemort had really returned, times were going to be dark and she
didn’t want to wait another minute to tell Harry that she loved him. Because
now that she was a teenager, she recognized the emotion that confused her at
the age of eleven. It was love and it had planted itself at the root of her
light began to break through into the Gryffindor common room, signaling dawn
and Ginny knew that Madam Pomfrey would soon be waking. If she was going to go
see Harry, it would have to be now. Summoning all the courage she had left,
Ginny walked out of the Gryffindor common room and made her way through the
winding corridors of Hogwarts and finally reached the hospital wing. She peaked
into the room to make sure the nurse had not risen early, but all was clear.
Harry was laying in a bed on the right. His glasses were sitting on the table
next to him. It was the first time that
Ginny had ever seen him look completely peaceful. It took her breath away.
down at the side of his bed and noticed a goblet sitting on the table along
with his glasses. It had to be some sort of sleeping potion. With the thought
that Harry would not be waking up soon, Ginny slowly brought her hand to his
forehead and swept away a spare piece of his untidy black hair to reveal the
scar that he was famous for. Odd how Ginny always looked upon it in a different
way than others. Some people saw it as a mark of honor, something to be looked
at in awe and reverence. People who didn’t like Harry saw it as a symbol of his
pride, an ugly mark that should never be shone to the world. Ginny had always
looked at it as a part of Harry Potter. He wouldn’t be the same person without
it. It stood for everything that he was: brave, noble, caring, and determined.
His scar represented the short scrawny boy with dark hair and green eyes. In
essence, the scar was Harry Potter.
Ginny ran her
hand through his hair again, feeling scared for him, feeling worried for him as
she always did. Voldemort had risen again and dark times were ahead of them. So
far Harry had faced the dangers of his life by himself. That would be different
now. Harry had her mother, her brothers, Dumbledore and Hermione, but most of
all, Harry had her. Light had filtered into the hospital wing and Ginny knew it
was only a matter of minutes before she would hear Madam Pomfrey bustling about
in her office. Slowly she leaned down until her face was so close to Harry’s
that she could feel his breath. She placed her lips on his scar and whispered
so quietly that she could barely hear herself speak, “You’re not alone Harry.”
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