After All, Harry

if i lost you

Harry felt like throwing up.

It had all happened so fast, no one could've predicted it, even if they were wearing Omnioculars. Even Ron had said he barely realized it minutes after it happened. Ginny had thrown the quaffle into the ring expertly (for the seventh time that game), but right as the crowd cheered and booed, a bludger went straight for her chest so quickly no one noticed until she was free falling down the pitch. Gwenog and Areeba Malek dived down in attempt to catch her, but both reacted too slow, and Ginny fell with no one to catch her, even Hermione could only slow the fall a bit.

Harry was in a meeting when it all happened with the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt. Harry had tried to reschedule since it was Ginny's first game of the season beforehand, but she insisted on him going to the meeting, not wanting to come between Harry's work. He was currently trying to free more and more Muggle-borns from Azkaban that were imprisoned during the War, and he needed Kingsley's help. In the end, Harry agreed to miss the match, rather reluctantly.

Fleur was the one who remembered to alert Harry of the situation, and cast her patronus to send to the Ministry. By the time she'd remembered, most everybody had left, mostly citing that they trusted St. Mungo's to take care of Ginny.

Speaking of Fleur, she was in a right state. Pacing and crying, braiding and unbraiding her hair anxiously, it made everyone around her anxious as well. It seemed no one could calm her down. Fleur, Ron, Hermione were all piled up in the waiting room of the St. Mungo's Urgent Care center, either tearing up or tapping their foot to the floor anxiously.

Suddenly, they all jumped when the doors slammed open, making many others in the room shriek or draw their wands. They all calmed, and sat up a bit straighter in respect when the door opened to reveal an angry but terrified looking Harry, followed by a slightly anxious Kingsley Shacklebolt. Hermione and Ron immediately jumped up to show respect, but Harry seemed unbothered by the Head of the British Magical world right by his side. Fleur only looked the other way, she hated the Ministry of Magic as much as her husband, sister-in-law and Harry did. Harry was still wearing his professional robes, work boots, hair slicked back ( though, a strand was poking out in the front, reluctant to stay neat ) and wand still drawn, so he looked rather terrifying himself, to be frank.

"Where is she?" He asked, his eyes wild.

Hermione looked up, her face pitiful and tear streaked. "No one's letting us in, not even to see her." Ron nodded, taking Hermione's hand. "We've asked, Harry, so I wouldn't again."

Harry's face hardened. "I don't care."

Hermione blinked, Fleur smiled a bit, and Ron stared at Harry in both admiration and shock.

"Harry," Ron started, a bit anxiously. He and Hermione would never forget fifth year and Harry's angry explosions. It was either that or days he wouldn't talk and stare at the wall - every, but depressing. "Mate, I know you—!"

"Where is she?" Harry repeated. Ron went quiet, and Harry's anger seemed to rise, but more out of worry, not agitation.

Kingsley put an empathetic hand on Harry's shoulder. "Potter, I'm sure she'll be alright—

"No." Harry shoved the Minister off him, his eyes blazing, turning around to glare at the man and seemingly everyone in the room.

"Nurse! Nurse!" He called, waving his hand around. Kingsley seemed so shocked by Harry's certainty and bluntness that he didn't even seem angry or offended, rather astonished.

A hurried looking nurse came in, and looked like she was about to faint when she saw "The Harry Potter".

"Oh!" She wrung her hands. "Mr. Potter, what c—can I do for you?"