Bludger; theme: funny
Harry saw the bludger hit. “She’s been knocked silly,” Gwenog reported.
When he reached St Mungo’s, her cries of “Where’s Harry?” were replaced by nonsense - “It’s dark; I’m cold; help.” She barely seemed to see him. Harry’s life without Ginny’s wit, without her spark - without her - stretched hopelessly before him. He fought back tears, clutching her hand.
Eventually, the fog lifted. “Harry?” she asked, sounding herself again. “What’s wrong?”
“Bludger to the head; I thought I’d lost you.” She laughed. “What?”
“You died, and you’re worried about a bludger to the head.”
Phrased that way, it was suddenly very funny.