If he isn't hurt, he's certainly going to be.

[ginny_afire]

Date: April 5, 2000
Time: Bright and early
Location: 12 Grimmauld Place
Characters Involved: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter
Incomplete or Complete: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for language

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[thelastgranger]

Harry hadn’t come home. That thought made Hermione more scared than she had been, in quite some time. Since the war.

She’d tried to sleep; even in Ron’s warm hold she hadn’t found peace. He hadn’t come home.

Slipping out of bed, with a sweater pulled on to keep out the cold.

Peaking in the door, she noticed that Ginny too hadn’t gone to sleep. “I’m going to kill him. I could have used that sleep, I really could have. But no, Harry had other plans.” Perching on the edge of Ginny’s armchair, Hermione ran her fingers through a loose strand of Ginny’s red hair.

Ginny would be worried, of course, but Hermione was just as worried about her best friend, yet it was so much easier not to show it, to pretend it was all okay.

“He’s alright Gin, I know he is.” Hermione would have liked to believe she’d know if something had happened, that deep down somewhere, she’d know.

[ginny_afire]

Ginny's fingers made some strange gesture. If her right hand had been working, it might have looked like she was wringing some invisible neck between her hands. Instead it looked as if she were shaping her left hand into a claw as she shook her head slowly before enunciating,

"I'm going to strangle him. The bloody prat," Ginny's tone started angry and ended on a bleak note.

She scrubbed the sleeve of the oversized sweater - one of Harry's - over her eyes and let out a sigh. "He has-" her gaze found the clock again and she scowled, "Twenty-eight minutes before I start a search party. Godric help him if he's alright because I'm going to kill him."

With a disgusted noise, Ginny tossed the paperback onto the tea tray with a clatter before she leaned against Hermione. She'd been up all night and her wrist was starting to ache. Her back ached and it was all Harry's fault.

What if he'd been hit by a bus?

[thelastgranger]

“You and me both.” Hermione reassured, placing an arm around the younger girls shoulders.

He was in big trouble, massive trouble. Hermione was so worried, what if he’d been sent to St Mungos and didn’t know who to owl, what if he’d been hurt in a muggle neighborhood and taken to a muggle hospital? That thought frightened her more, much more.

“If he’s not home in 15 minutes, I’m going down to the phone box to start calling Muggle Hospitals.” He could be unconscious, not know who he was.

Now Hermione was even more worried than before.

Hugging the red head closer, she stoked her hair in a rather motherly way.

[ginny_afire]

"Oh, the phellytone," Ginny agreed in a distracted way as she watched seconds tick by on the clock. She continued to nibble on her thumbnail, although she'd already worn it down to the quick on her left hand.

She shook her head, "If he was at St. Mungo's, they'd have sent owls out already to us. Not to mention someone would have popped up on the floo to tell us. He isn't at St. Mungo's."

Ginny reached forward to snag her paperback once more as she added grimly, "So if he's injured, it's likely in a ditch somewhere. He ran up to the attic yesterday but I never thought he'd crash his broom. He's too good a flier."

Opening it, she stared blankly at the words before she tossed it down on the table once more and stared at the clock. From the battered state of the novel, Ginny had been spending much of the night doing just this.