I lost you once, never again ~ A Hinny fanfiction. COMPLETED

Chapter 20

Dedicated to befuddled_thoughts because she's the one who had the oneshot competition who started this book! Go check out her amazing books. Like, professional-author level of amazing.

I was gonna keep the sorta-cliffy for a bit, but then I decided to be nice :P

Harry

A day passed. I felt so guilty into driving her away like that, but she needed space. And she didn't understand that I'm not someone who can just wait around and let innocent people get murdered.

A second day passed. A third. Day four.

I knew something was wrong by day two, but had nothing to act upon. She could be anywhere! I let another couple of days pass until I was at full-scale worried. Beyond the scale, in fact.

That brings us to the present. It had been an entire week since Ginny had gone, and I was pacing my front room. I had visited the Burrow and all the Weasleys' houses, on different occasions - I didn't want to worry them.

I decided that I should check everything out for myself. And with a gut-wrenching motion, I realised that the last words I had heard her say were "Accio Broomstick".
And the dream from that day came back.

I was certain that something had happened, and didn't hesitate to grab my own broom, and head off. I knew Ginny, and she wouldn't know where she was going if she was angry. She'd just fly. Straight ahead.

Trying to convince myself I was right, I headed directly forwards from where the front of the house faced. I scoured the land, but couldn't see anything- wait. There.
I zoomed down, and choked up - from both a mixture of the picture below and from the fact that the air was freezing my eyes. It was a bad day to wear contact lenses.

When I landed, I stumbled, due to the shock that had enticed me. I stood - well, lay with my chin resting on the floor - for a moment, just staring. Ginny lay there, head twisted and knee bent oddly. Slowly, I got up to assess the damage. Almost immediately I looked away; she looked so... so dead.

I understood what she meant now. I picked her up, sent her stuff back home, as well as the brooms. Carefully, I picked her up, and apperated to St Mungo's. People moved out of my way as I landed there, and gasped. I carried her to the queue, and thankfully people let me go forward quickly. The witch at the reception looked at Ginny, wide-eyed.

"Ground floor. Third right turn down that corridor." She said. Suddenly, there was a blinding but of light aimed at me, and the snap sound of a camera clicking. There stood the photographer for the Daily Prophet.

I summoned the camera.
"You have no permission to use any photographs of me. In the muggle world it may be different, beautiful because of a certain Miss Skeeter, you now have to get permission. This is not how it seems at all. She didn't come back from her holiday, so I went flying around. I found her like this." I told the reporter.

"A likely story Mr Potter." He replied snidely.

"I love my fiancé. So I'm not gonna bother wasting my time and breath on a scumbag such as yourself, because she needs desperate help." I did a quick bit o' hokey-pokey, and the film inside the camera was altered so any photos of me were ruined. "Now if I see a single photo of me, submitted by anyone here, I will be suing." I told the crowd.

Then, I went to the room. I explained what had actually happened, and the healer nodded. "Alright then sir. I'm going to have to ask that you leave now though, so that we can assess the damage and see what we can do." The woman had a sorry look on her face, but it was hard to think she was actually sympathetic when her voice sounded like someone was pinching her nose.