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HB Prince: Year of Love
By DHobbit

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Category: Post-OotP
Characters:All, All
Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Reviews: 309
Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated in over 2 years ***

This story starts at the end of Order Of The Phoenix. Although this story starts as the usual Harry/Ginny romance, I believe after several chapters, you will find that Ancient Dark Magic takes on a whole new meaning to our Harry and Ginny. Will Harry discover the key to the Half-Blood Prince?* * * *American Edition *** * * *
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Author's Notes:
SUMMARY: Harry is alone - - - Help in the night.




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Chapter One - Alone

Harry was back at Privet Drive. He dropped his trunk, put
Hedwig’s cage on the desk, then lie down on his bed.

He stayed on his bed… for days. With exception of going to
the loo and feeding Hedwig, that is where he stayed.

After a few days, his Aunt Petunia started shoving meals
through the cat door. Harry ignored the meals. After a few
more days, Aunt Petunia called through the door for Harry to
return the dishes from his meals.

In the middle of the night, when he knew that all the Dursleys
were asleep, he scraped the food into the waste bin, then
crept down to the kitchen and washed the dishes and put
them away. He went back to his bed and stared at the
ceiling.

He didn’t want to bother with writing to the Order or Ron and
Hermione or anyone, but he knew someone would show up
and start trouble with Uncle Vernon, if he didn’t. This was
so bothersome that he spent one night writing notes. He set
them in envelopes with the dates three days apart.

Each note said:

I’m fine.
Harry

He had Hedwig take them off every three days. The letters
that Hedwig brought back were left unopened. Harry just
didn’t want to bother reading them. He wanted to be left
alone.

One day within the third week of his stay, Aunt Petunia called
through the door for Harry. There was no answer. There
was a horrid smell coming from Harry’s room. Aunt
Petunia was home alone, so she decided to enter Harry’s
room and give him a good talking to.

When she opened the door, the smell almost knocked her
out. She saw Harry lying on the bed not moving. Her heart
stood still. She cautiously crept over to look at him. He
looked like he was dead, he was white. She put her hand on
his neck to check for a pulse, she was not sure if there was
one or not. She panicked.

There was ink and parchment on Harry’s desk. She quickly
wrote:

Dear Dumbledore,
Come quick. Harry is ill.

Petunia Dursley

Petunia didn’t know if Harry was alive or not, but she didn’t
want HIM to blame her. She hurriedly tied the note to
Hedwig and sent her out the window.

Petunia looked down on the desk and saw envelopes
addressed to different people that were not sent. She
looked around to see where that smell was coming from, she
found it. The waste bin was full of rotten food, food that she
had sent through the cat door. There were still untouched
dishes on the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” she cried. “He hasn’t eaten in all this time!”

It wasn’t long before Dumbledore knocked at the front door.
She opened it and let him in. “He’s upstairs. He’s very ill,
he won’t wake up,” she told him, as they both climbed the
stairs.

Dumbledore flung the door open. The smell was
overwhelming, he gagged. He rushed over to Harry and
took his pulse. “He’s alive, but barely.” His eyes also
noticed all the envelopes addressed that were not sent.
There were dates on them, every three days in advance. He
glared at Petunia, lifted Harry in his arms and disappeared.

Petunia left the room and closed the door. She did not know
what she was going to tell Vernon when he got home.

* * * *

Dumbledore Apparated to Grimmauld Place with Harry in his
arms. “Remus!” he called out in a thunderous voice.

Remus Lupin came rushing into the Entrance Hall. There
stood Dumbledore holding a pale, unconscious Harry in is
arms. “Floo Molly and ask her to come, hurry! He is ill.”

Lupin rushed into the dank, green kitchen and Flooed Molly.
“Please come quickly. Harry’s ill. I don’t know what is wrong
with him, so bring any potions you can think of for somebody
that’s sick.”

Molly rushed around her cupboards and found this and that.
She tossed some Floo powder in the fireplace and arrived in
the green kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Ginny had heard
Lupin and had beaten her to it. She was already up the
stairs, standing at the entrance of the door to the room that
Ron and Harry had shared last year. Dumbledore was bent
over Harry, who he had lowered onto to bed. A tear was
running down his face. Lupin was asking Dumbledore if
they should take him to St. Mungo’s.

Dumbledore sadly shook his head no. “St. Mungo’s is
infiltrated with spies. We don’t want anyone to know the
condition that Harry is in at the moment. Let me think a bit.
Madam Pomfrey is out of the contact for at least another
week. I have to think of what healer at St. Mungo’s I can
trust. I hope I make the right decision.”

“Remus, could you please go back to Privet drive and bring
all of Harry’s possessions? I can hardly trust myself to be
in the same room with that woman. Say the least you can
to her. Just gather his things and bring them here.”

Dumbledore looked over at Ginny just as Molly Weasley ran
up behind her. “He’s alive, but barely. Do what you can. I
will be back shortly with a healer.” With that, he
Disapparated.

Molly and Ginny examined Harry’s body. He was palest
white with dark purple streaks under his eyes. Molly called
out his name but he didn’t stir. She opened his shirt to
expose the ribs that were close to the skin on his chest.

Ginny held his hand and found that it was very warm. His
forehead was a bit warm too. “Do you think he has fever?”
asked Ginny.

“Yes,” said Molly. “I believe he has a deep fever. Look at
him! This boy has not eaten in weeks! I think he is
dehydrated. Ginny go get us some water. Some cool for a
cup and some warm water to wash him. You had better
bring some soap too, he smells something awful.”

The women began to wash him, gently. He looked so fragile,
they were afraid to break his skin. They gently tried to give
him some water. Most of it came right up, they prayed that
some stayed down.

Molly was crying as she spoke; “Ginny, I would never let
you see him like this, but since you’ve already seen, I have
no choice. He will surely need lots of care. I could use your
help.”

“If I ever see that woman, I think I will kill her,” Molly said
coldly.

Ginny had never heard her mother talk like that about
another human in her life. Of course Mum threatened to kill
Fred and George at least once a week, but NEVER had she
really meant it. This time Ginny was sure that her mother
meant it.

Over an hour later, Dumbledore appeared with a healer
from St. Mungo’s Hospital. Molly and Ginny left the room
while the healer examined Harry. They took this time to
Floo Ron, who was at The Burrow. Molly told him about
Harry and that he and the rest would have to fend for
themselves tonight. Ron wanted to come and see Harry, but
Molly told him he couldn’t today.

“Security is very high do NOT contact anyone outside our
house. Do you understand me?” said Molly. Ron nodded.

A while later, the healer and Dumbledore walked into the
kitchen and sat at the table.

“The boy is near death. He’s severely dehydrated. He has a
fever along with coma. I have given him a few potions. He
will need to take some every four hours and others every
two hours around the clock. They are labeled with
instructions. He also needs to get down as much water as
possible. Start by feeding it to him with a spoon. He will
need nursing around the clock. He needs his back rubbed
with this potion every two hours. A bit of light pounding on
his back lungs will help. His lungs are full of fluid. You
need to check his pulse every half hour. If he improves in
the slightest, he can remain here. But if he gets any worse,
he will have to be taken to St. Mungo’s. There is nothing
more that can be done for him here.”

Dumbledore nodded to the healer. He handed the healer a
lemon drop and the healer disappeared.

“Molly, can you and Ginny take shifts and care for him?”
asked Dumbledore, looking older and sadder than he had
ever looked. “Remus and I will help also.”

“Of course,” replied Molly.

“Mum, you go up with him now. I’ll go back to The Burrow
and tend to Ron and Dad, and then I will take a nap. I’ll be
back after midnight to take over so that you can sleep,” said
Ginny.

“That sounds like a very good idea, Ginny,” said
Dumbledore.

Molly nodded, picked up the potion, and then returned to
Harry.

Dumbledore handed Ginny a rock. He told her that she
could Portkey with this rock back and forth between here
and The Burrow. “Say the word ‘Harry’ to come here.
‘Burrow’ to go home,” he instructed.

Ginny took the rock. “Burrow” she said and landed in The
Burrow kitchen.

Molly, Lupin and Dumbledore sat with Harry until Ginny
arrived at midnight. She had brought some old but clean
pajamas for him. Molly and Dumbledore left the room,
leaving Lupin and Ginny alone with Harry.

Ginny went to the loo and retrieved another cloth and some
warm water. She dipped the cloth in the water and gently
cleaned the inside of Harry’s mouth. With Lupin’s help, after
removing his shirt, she turned Harry over on his stomach.
She rubbed his back with the potion and beat gently on his
lungs. She could see his ribs and spine through is skin.

After they finished his back. They turned him over, Lupin
removed Harry’s pants and rubbed Harry’s legs. Lupin
began bending Harry’s legs and messaging his thighs.
When they were finished, they changed him into some of
Charlie’s old pajamas. Through all of this treatment, there
was no response from Harry.

Ginny took a spoon and fed water to Harry every twenty
minutes. She gave him the potions that the healer
instructed.

In the wee hours, Lupin finally went to bed, leaving Ginny
alone with Harry. She talked to him as she repeated her
tasks. There was no response from him at all.

Early the next morning, Molly returned. “I think his pulse
feels a bit stronger this morning,” she said.

Dumbledore entered a bit later. He felt Harry’s pulse.
“I agree,” he said.

“That’s wonderful,” said Molly. “Ginny you look dead tired,
you go home and sleep now. You can check back later.”

Ginny went back to The Burrow and cooked breakfast for
Ron and her father. They sat around the table feeling
miserable and just starring into space. Before Arthur left for
work, he instructed Ginny to contact him if any they had any
news. “Be careful what you say. If he is better, tell me
that your mother’s face is red. If he gets any worse, tell me
that Ron’s feet are green. I will come immediately,” said
Arthur.

Ginny nodded.

After Arthur left, Ron said that he was going to go see
Harry, but Ginny told him that Molly forbid it. “He’s my best
mate! I want to see him!” he yelled.

Ginny looked sadly at Ron. “Oh Ron, I am so scared. I
believe that Harry is dying.”

“Dying?” asked a horrified Ron.

“Yes, he looks like a skeleton. He is dead white and he’s
skin and bones. Listen Ron; Mum will not let you see
Harry like that. I already asked her. You know how she is,”
said Ginny.

“But you think he’s dying?” said Ron.

“Yes, I do. Dumbledore was crying, that ought to give you
and idea,” said Ginny, emotionally.

“Bloody Hell !” cried Ron. “I gotta see him NOW!”

“No!” shouted Ginny. “Calm down. She won’t let you in to
see him like this. Listen to me, the only reason that I can
see him, is because I saw him before she did. It was too
late to run me off, and now she needs me to help or I
would have been outta there in a second flat! ”

“Listen Ron, later tonight, say about three in the morning, I
will come back here and get you. I’ll sneak you in for a little
while. If anyone should be with him when he is this sick, it’s
you. I am only telling you this, because you will be shocked
when you see him, best prepare yourself,” said Ginny.

Ron’s face turned white, then he nodded.

“Also Ron, don’t tell ANYONE what’s going on. Not even
Hermione.”

“But she has a right to know too!” said Ron.

“I know, and when the time is right, I think Dumbledore will
tell her. We can’t risk someone interrupting an owl or the
Floo network. I know it’s hard, but you have to keep this to
yourself until Dumbledore thinks it’s safe. Ron, he wouldn’t
even take him to St. Mungo’s for fear that the spies there
would kill him.”

“Blimey!” said Ron.

“I’ve got to try to sleep. Meet me tonight at 3:00 in the hall
closet. I will take you to see him for a little while. We
mustn’t get caught or neither of us will get so to see him.”

“Ok, Ginny. Thanks,” said Ron.

“Don’t thank me yet, if there is anyone around at 3:00, I
might not get to come,” she said. With that, she dragged
herself up to her room and flopped down on the bed.

Ginny awoke at 1:00 p.m. She took a quick shower and
she went looking for some of Bill’s or Charlie’s old
pajamas. She found them, then stumbled down to the
kitchen. She made a quick lunch for herself and her mum,
then she Portkeyed back.

Molly was exhausted. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying
and her hands were trembling. Ginny coaxed her down to
the kitchen to eat. “Mum, you must eat, then take a nap. I
will stay with him until about 5:00, then you can stay with
him till midnight or so.”

Ginny could tell that Molly was going to protest, but then
she sighed and nodded.

So, Molly went back to The Burrow, while Ginny tended to
Harry. He hadn’t improved very much. His pulse was the
same as in the morning. Lupin was asleep in a chair by his
side.

Ginny woke Lupin and told him to get some sleep. He
agreed and left the room.

Ginny looked down at Harry’s pitifully white face, trying to
think of what to do for him. She sat him up, then leaned
him forward so that his head was almost touching his knees.
She pulled his pajama top up and applied the potion to his
back. She lightly pounded his back for a while. Then she
pulled his shirt back down and sat him up supported by
pillows.

She fed him water with a spoon. The water was staying
down. She gave him his next dose of potion. Then sat
holding his hand and talking to him. There was no
response. She sat with him, repeating giving him water and
his potions on schedule, until Molly came back around
5:00.

Molly looked a little better. She told Ginny to go to The
Burrow and eat. She had made a nice big stew.

Molly noticed that Harry looked a bit better. He almost had a
bit of color. His pulse was stronger, she could definitely tell
this time.

Ginny returned a bit after midnight to relieve Molly. She
had taken a nice long nap and was a bit more refreshed.
Lupin was still there sitting with Harry. Together they turned
Harry over and repeated the same routine as the night
before. Lupin explained to Ginny about why he was
messaging his legs and bending them. “The muscles in his
legs will become weak if they are not used. This bit of
exercise will help,” he said.

Ginny also rubbed his arms and bent his elbows and hands.
She didn’t think that Harry would like his hands to be weak.
How would he catch the Snitch if they were weak? She
smiled at that thought.

Dumbledore arrived at 1:00 a.m. and examined Harry.
He told them that he thought that Harry was improving a bit.
He sat at the bedside and talked to Harry. Ginny went
down to the kitchen and made tea for Dumbledore, Lupin
and herself, she brought it up on a big tray. They sat
around Harry’s bed drinking their tea for a while. Around
2:00 a.m. Dumbledore left. Ginny was getting a bit nervous
because it didn’t look like Lupin would be leaving, but at 2:30
a.m., he finally went to bed.

Ginny was finally alone with Harry. She watched his face
closely as she talked to him, not even a blink. She sighed.
She became overwhelmed with love and pity for him. She
leaned over and kissed his unmoving lips. The kiss was
really for herself, not him. She sighed. She finally got to
kiss this young man that she loved so much, but he would
never know.

She knew by now, that he would never care about her. She
was not pretty like Cho. Cho was the kind of girl that
attracted Harry. Pretty. She knew that it was over between
Harry and Cho, but he would not look HER way. He would
probably just find another PRETTY girl.

Ginny was not pretty, she wasn’t ugly either. Just plain.
The only thing outstanding or attractive about Ginny was her
hair. Her face was average but she had freckles. She was
short but her figure was not bad. She was becoming quite
busty. Some boys would be attracted to that, but she didn’t
think that Harry would. Cho didn’t have much on top. She
sighed again.

That’s what happens when a plain girl falls for the
exceptional boy. He is just too popular. He has his choice
of the girls, so he is going to go for the pretty ones. He will
never even look at a plain one like her.

Most of the girls that had a crush on him, really didn’t know
him. They are attracted to his fame. Ginny felt sure that
Cho was in this category.

Ginny loved him for his bravery, nobility and his loyalty, his
true essence.

Ginny resigned herself to just be the best friend she could to
him. Maybe one day, she will fall for some other boy and
be happy, but she didn’t think there would ever be anyone
to compare.

It was almost 3:00 a.m. so she whispered “Burrow” and
tiptoed over to the hall closet. Ron was waiting. She put
her arms around Ron and whispered “ Harry.” They arrived
in the kitchen, then they tiptoed up to Harry’s room. Ginny
didn’t want to wake Lupin.

Ron looked down at Harry’s face. Ron turned as white as a
Weasley could turn.

“Talk to him, Ron. Tell him everything that you ever wanted
to tell him ever in your life. I will go down and make us all
some tea.”

She left Ron sitting by Harry’s bed talking to him. She
purposely took a long time making the tea. When she
came back, Ron was just sitting there starring at Harry.

“Have you been talking to him, Ron?” she asked.

“Yes, but I don’t think that he heard a word I said,” said
Ron.

“That’s ok. We don’t know for sure, but Madam Pomfrey
always said the unconscious MAY hear some of it. They
seem to get a comfort from it, so I’ve been talking to him all
the time.” said Ginny.

“That’s easy for you, you talk all the time anyway,” said Ron.

Ginny nodded. Yes, Ron was right, she did talk too much.

Ginny gave Harry another dose of one of his potions. Then
started spooning him a bit of tea. Some went down, most
dribbled back out.

“How can you stand this?“ asked Ron, clearly upset.

“You know why,” said Ginny.

For a long time he looked at his sister. Yes, he knew why
she stayed with Harry. He nodded.

“I guess we better take you back. We don’t want to get
caught,” she said, as she took his arm. They Portkeyed
back to The Burrow. Ginny came straight back to Harry.

Around 4:00 a.m. Ginny went down to the kitchen and found
a butterbeer. She went back up to Harry’s room and sat
next to him and sipped on the cool butterbeer. It warmed
her insides. She put a bit on a spoon and put it to Harry’s
lips. She could see Harry’s tongue move towards the
spoon. She put a bit more on the spoon and put it to his
lips. Sure enough, Harry’s tongue moved towards the
butterbeer again. “Oh I see,” said Ginny. “I can kiss you
with all my heart, and I get no reaction, but give you a taste
of butterbeer and you are all over it!” she teased.

Harry, of course, made no response, but Ginny felt better.
Harry’s tongue had moved, he was alive deep down inside
somewhere.

When Molly arrived the next morning, she examined Harry.
He looked a little better. She sent Ginny back to The
Burrow.

Ron was waiting in the kitchen. “How is he?” he asked,
anxiously.

“Maybe a little better. He’s still not wake,” she said, as she
dumped herself on to a chair.

At one o’clock that afternoon, she returned to relieve Molly
for a couple of hours. He didn’t look any better, but at least
he didn’t look any worse.

When she returned again for the midnight shift, Lupin was
waiting for her. Together they repeated the previous night’s
routine. Lupin was looking worn, but while he messaged
Harry’s legs, he seemed to have an extra strength.

“At least when I’m doing something, I feel there is hope,”
he said.

“I know what you mean. Doing nothing, just watching him,
is heartbreaking,” said Ginny.

During the night, when Ginny pounded on his lungs, Harry
began making gasping sounds and coughed, but didn’t
show any signs of coming out of his coma. In the wee
hours, Dumbledore returned. Ginny told him about what
Harry was doing.

“That is a good sign. He needs to cough to help clear his
lungs. Actually the cough will become much worse before
he gets better,” said Dumbledore, reassuring Ginny.

The next morning when Molly arrived, Harry blinked his
eyes. Ginny and Molly both became excited. “Harry, it’s
me, Molly. Can you hear me?”

Harry nodded. He started to lift himself up, but fell back to
sleep. Molly put her arms around the sleeping Harry and
cried on his chest.

A while later, the healer that was there before, came into the
room with Dumbledore. Molly explained how Harry had
stirred for a bit and had been coughing. The healer
examined Harry again. He told them that he was definitely
better and to keep doing what they were doing.

For the next few days, they continued to tend to him in shifts.

One day when Ginny came back for her afternoon shift,
Harry was awake. Ginny hand fed him some juice from the
stew. Just a little, she was afraid that he would not keep it
down. So after a few spoonfuls. He lie back down and went
back to sleep.

That night, after Ginny had come back for her midnight shift.
She and Lupin did their routine with the back rub and leg
exercises. Lupin went to bed early that night, around 1:30.
So, Ginny sat next to Harry and read him a story. Of course
he slept through it, but it gave Ginny something to do to keep
awake.

Sometime in the night Ginny went down and got another
butterbeer. She was sipping it when she decided to give
Harry another spoonful. If her mum knew what she was
doing, she’d never hear the end of it. When she gave him
the second spoonful. Harry’s tongue found the spoon again
and he opened his eyes. “Ron?” asked Harry.

“No” giggled Ginny. “It’s Ginny. Here let me help you with
your glasses.” She slid his glasses on for him. Harry almost
turned pink.

“Good to have you back,” said Ginny.

“Where’ve I been?” asked Harry.

“Sick, out cold for days. Don’t tell Mum that I gave you
butterbeer,” she said.

“I like butterbeer,” said Harry.

“I KNOW, and if Mum finds out I been feeding it to you, I’m
dead!” she giggled.

Harry smiled. He hadn’t smiled for a very long time. If felt
good.

Ginny told him she would be right back. She Portkeyed
back to The Burrow to see if Ron was awake. He was, so
they Portkeyed back to Harry.

Ron sat and talked quietly for a few minutes before Harry
started nodding out again. So Ginny took Ron back to The
Burrow and returned.

The next morning, Lupin and Arthur took Harry to the
bathroom and together they gave him a bath. They washed
his hair and changed his pajamas. Harry came back to a
freshly changed bed. He was very very weak but
conscious. When Dumbledore arrived he was delighted to
see Harry was well on his way to recovery.

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