Background Fic ; The Sky Is Falling
This is a bit of background fic I wrote over the weekend. Please keep in mind I have not written anything creative in well over 2 years, so this is my batting practice to get inside of where Ginny is now, and give those who would know a glimpse into the summer between graduation and the current day.
Warnings : Cursing, Medical Issues, Major Injury.
“There is nothing in this world like flying,” I sang to myself. It was a beautiful day, with clear blue skies. I did a few lazy laps around the quiddich pitch, and landed near the bench. Today was the final day of the Harpies summer training camp, and if I performed well in the upcoming scrimmage match, I had no doubts I would become an official member of the team.
As I walked over to my potential new teammates, I grinned. The past four weeks of intensive training and conditioning had been some of the best of my life, at least the best since the war ended. I felt like I was truly on top of my game, and on top of my life. I had spent my whole life preparing for this moment.
I listened half heartedly as the captain gave a small pep talk. I then mounted up my broom, and kicked off, circling around the pitch. I was playing seeker this match. While this is not my best position, I knew it was my best chance to make the team. The current seeker was retiring after this season, and while I might spend this year as a reserve seeker, next year I could have a chance to start.
I glanced over at the stands. It was hard to miss my family, with their blazing red hair catching the sunlight. Mum, Dad, Bill, Fleur, and George were sitting about halfway up the stands, and there was an empty seat between Bill and Dad. I hoped that meant Ron was here, and merely off to grab something to eat. I smiled and took my position, waiting for the match to start. The whistle blew and then...
Darkness.
“Ginny! Oh Ginny! Wake up!” Mum's voice sounded so far away. I struggled to open my eyes, but sleep was overtaking me.
“Someone, get the port key to St. Mungo's!” my coach yelled. Why was I sleeping at quiddich practice, I thought.
Darkness.
The next thing I can remember is this constant annoying “Bloop” sound. I didn't know what my father had gotten from the muggle world now, but it was really annoying me. I tried to tell someone to turn it off but my mouth couldn't seem to make the words. In fact, my mouth felt as if someone had stuffed cotton batting in it.
I struggled to open my eyes, and managed a small moan. My body felt as if I had not moved it in weeks. I must have really slept hard after tryouts. Did I make the team? Merlin's pants! I must have not made the team and drunk myself silly. That would explain the bad taste in my mouth, the throbbing headache and the desire to throw up. I wonder when the last time I had eaten was...
“Ginny? Ginny? Are you awake?” I heard George ask.
I must have crashed at his flat. That bloody noise must have been some new product for the shop. “Five more minutes. George.” I mumbled.
“Someone get the Healer, I think she is waking up,” I heard him tell someone. Healer? What in the world was he talking about.
I managed to open my eyes just a crack, and noticed I wasn't at home. I wasn't even in at George's flat. I was in a stark white room, with a window overlooking gray skies. Mum was looking at me expectantly, like I was either going to do a trick or grow another head. Dad was pacing at the foot of my bed.
I started assessing my situation. Itchy nightgown. Itchy sheets. I felt dirty. No knickers. Merlin's crusty beard, where were my knickers?
“Mum, why don't I have any knickers on?” I managed to whisper.
“Oh Ginny!” Mum cried. “You're awake. You are at St Mungos, dear. There was an unfortunate accident.”
St Mungos?
“Mum, did I make the team?” I whispered softly.
“No, Ginny, you fell off your broom during the match. You had to be rushed to St Mungos.”
Me, fall off my broom? This has to be a sick joke, because I never fall off my broom. I closed my eyes again.
“Send an owl off to Ron and Bill and Charlie, let them know that Ginny is awake. And Harry, I am sure Harry would like to know.” Mum said to someone, probably George.
Harry, yeah. I am sure that is the last person I want to see me like this. I was a stupid git to let him go. I was too pig headed to see the bigger picture, I guess. I am sure he has women lined up at his doorstep. After all, he is the “chosen one,” or whatever nonsense the papers are calling him now.
Merlin's shiny head, I missed him.
Just then, the healer came in, and began examining me. “Miss Weasley, so nice to see you awake. You had quite a fall. We've done the best we can to patch you up, but we won't know the full effects of the damage until we run some more tests now that you are awake. You will need physical therapy for at least a few months, since you haven't used your muscles in several weeks.”
“Several weeks?” I managed to croak.
Mum said softly, “It's August 9, Ginny. You've been... asleep almost four weeks.”
I closed my eyes, fighting tears. I am not going to cry, I told myself. I am not going to cry. I am stronger than this.