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HP stories following Canon after Deathly Hallows >> Follow Your Heart by valmarysegan

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Follow Your Heart


Chapter 1



Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling. Only the plot is mine!


“He’s calling for you, Ginny.”

Ginevra Weasley looked up from staring at her shoes to meet her mother’s sad, piercing gaze. She didn’t have to ask who “he” was. She had been sitting outside Harry Potter’s private room in St. Mungo’s for the better part of the last fourteen days. She didn’t really want to be there. She had made a vow the year before to forget about Harry after he left her to search for…whatever it was he was searching for with her brother Ron, and her best friend, Hermione Granger. She vowed. And she wasn’t anything if she wasn’t stubborn. But her mother had insisted she come. And here she was.

Ginny had found Harry two weeks ago on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest where he had faced Voldemort in their final duel, a few hours after the battle that took place on Hogwarts’ grounds. Harry had finally defeated Voldemort, but at a price. Ginny wasn’t likely to forget the image of a battered Harry as he lay there, unconscious and barely breathing. He was rushed to St. Mungo’s for intensive healing. In the two weeks he was there, he was healed physically. The trouble was he wasn’t waking up.

She knew that there was something her family wasn’t telling her. She just didn’t press them about it. If she had to know, she figured they would tell her.

Thankfully, her entire family had survived the war, and no one had sustained any serious injuries. The most extensive of the injuries had been Ron’s, and that was because he was at Harry’s side the entire time. Now, Ron had been completely healed for one week, but Harry was still…well, still.

Ignoring her daughter’s silence, Molly Weasley continued. “Please go to him, dear. It’s the least you can do.” She choked on her words. “We’ve tried everything else.”

“So you keep telling me,” replied Ginny tonelessly. Her mother kept trying to convince her to see Harry, but she had always refused. Hell, her entire family, Hermione, and even Professor Lupin had talked to her about visiting Harry. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. She did! It was just that she was afraid; afraid, that if she laid eyes on Harry, her resolve would break down, and he would get to wrap her around his finger again, and do as he pleased with her. Ginny had vowed that she wouldn’t let that happen anymore when he came back from fighting Voldemort.

“Please, Ginny.”

Ginny started at the desperate tone in her mother’s voice. “Mum --.”

“Ginny, he’s dying.” Tears started to pour down Mrs. Weasley’s face, already grieving for the boy she considered as one of her sons. “He’s dying.”

Ginny felt the cold envelope her. Harry was dying. “What’s wrong with him, Mum? Why won’t he wake up? Can’t they stabilize him longer until we find a cure?”

“I’m a-afraid there i-is no c-cure,” Mrs. Weasley stammered. “The h-healers…they have a…theory. And Hermione…agrees…with them.”

“What is it?” Ginny asked curiously. She might have decided not to pursue any romantic thoughts about Harry, but she didn’t want him to die. If they had a theory they could work on, then maybe…

Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath. “They think --.”

“Mum?”

Both women looked up to see Ron and Hermione coming out of Harry’s room. Ginny winced at the coldness in Ron’s blue eyes as he glanced at her. He was angry at Ginny for abandoning Harry in his time of need. Ron just didn’t understand.

“He’s getting worse,” Hermione whispered hoarsely, her voice sounding like she had been crying for a length of time, which she probably had done. Her eyes were red and puffy around the edges, and her hair seemed even bushier than before. “He’s screaming --.”

“Screaming?” Ginny interrupted. No one had told her about any screaming. She certainly hadn’t heard any screaming from Harry’s room. Silencing charm, she supposed.

“Why do you care, Ginny?” Ron said harshly with an angry wave of his hand. “It’s not like you’re clamoring to get him out of the bloody coma he’s in.”

Ginny didn’t answer. Anger was what Ron used to deal with his grief. She knew that, and it wouldn’t do to enrage him any further.

“I thought you loved him,” Ron continued relentlessly.

“Ron!” hissed Hermione. “Please don’t start here -- .”

“Don’t start?!” Ron exclaimed. He whirled around to face his girlfriend. “DON’T START?! HARRY’S DYING AND YOU DON’T WANT ME TO START?” Hermione slipped her hand into Ron’s hand and gave it a squeeze. It miraculously calmed him down. Ron hung his head. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I feel so helpless.”

“What screaming?” Ginny asked a little hysterically. Maybe this was the thing they had been holding from her.

“Ginny --,” Hermione began, taking a step forward, and kneeling down so she was face to face with her, and started wringing her hands. “Harry has unconsciously refused to let anyone touch him. He’s screaming for you. For the past two weeks. But you…” She began to sob uncontrollably and Ron had to bend down to comfort her.

She had refused to see him. Ginny’s eyes widened in disbelief. Guilt began to course through her body. “What?!”

“Ginny,” Her mother spoke again. She seemed to be in much better control of her emotions. “The healers…They think that Harry used up all of the love in him when he killed V-Voldemort.” She sniffled. “There’s none left. And it’s eating him alive. He won’t accept any love from any of us. Not Hermione, not Ron, not Remus…not even me.” With that, she began to sob again.

“You have to see him, Ginny,” Ron said his voice thick with emotion, “even if you don’t…love…him anymore.” He took a deep breath as if steeling himself to say what he was about to. “At least you’ve given him his last wish. And he can…” Ron choked. “He can die peacefully.”

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