Chapter 20- Her Sacrifice
No sound was heard, not even the sound of his own breathing. Silence pressed around him from all sides. He could not see or hear anything. Harry Potter had no idea where he was. He was sure of one thing though; he was alive. He tried vainly to fight against the heaviness of his eyelids for a while before he gave up.
Thoughts and memories swirled around the darkness of his mind, most of them of the final battle, particularly the moment Voldemort had stabbed him. What had happened after that, he did not know. Was Voldemort dead? And did the diversion work? Were the rangers alright? Was Jenny alright? And Ron? And Hermione? And Ginny? Were they aright?
As these many questions rang throughout his mind, he felt the darkness and silence begin to lift. The darkness began to lighten and he could vaguely hear a steady beeping above his head. He was now more aware of his body. His arms and legs were sore, his stomach was duly throbbing, and he felt the softness of sheets beneath his fingers. Very slowly, he opened his eyes.
He blinked several times, taking in his blurry surroundings. All around him was white. He looked up above his head and noted that the beeping he had heard was a heart monitor. He glanced to his left and noticed a large window, covered by thin white hangings.
“Here,” said a familiar voice from his right. He turned his head and felt Dumbledore gently place his glasses onto his face. Harry muttered his thanks as everything came into focus. Harry turned his head to the right and saw the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore, sitting in a chair next to his Muggle hospital bed. “Where am I?”
“This is the infirmary inside the S.P.D. base. The hospital wing on the third floor was damaged by the fall of the magazord,” Dumbledore explained, a somber look on his features. Harry glanced around the room. It was small, narrow room. The brightness came from the white paint, bright lights, and the large window at the left end. His bed was near the window, in front of which sat a second chair. On the right side of the bed sat a small table on which was a vase of fresh flowers and a glass of water. The door was at the right end of the narrow room.
“How long have I been unconscious?” Harry asked, sitting up in the bed.
“Two days,” Dumbledore replied. “Miss Weasley has been wearing a hole in the floor of the hallway with her pacing.”
“She’s okay?!” Harry exclaimed, the beeping of his heart monitor increasing in speed. He glanced back at it for a moment and frowned, before turning back to Dumbledore. “How is everyone else?”
“Due to our preparations, we lost very few. A total of fifteen cadets from S.P.D., eight Aurors and one student,” Dumbledore replied. Harry froze at the mention of a student.
“Neville Longbottom was killed from behind by an Inferi moments after killing Bellatrix Lestrange. Miss Lovegood was there when he died,” Dumbledore answered sadly. Harry stared down at the white sheet of his bed. Neville, his friend and roommate of almost seven years, was dead, killed moments after avenging his parents. Parents. Family.
Harry’s head shot up to meet Dumbledore’s gaze. “Professor, what happened to Jenny?”
“She is unconscious,” Dumbledore replied, placing the tips of his fingers together as he thought. “She used all of her magic to save you. I was one of the few that saw her do it.”
Very few people noticed the exact moment Voldemort fell, having been too busy getting the Death Eaters and Inferi under control. One of the few that did was Albus Dumbledore. He had run forward, leading the centaurs with a fierce look in his eyes as he quickly eliminated all those in his path, not taking longer than a few moments to kill them.
After killing many Inferi and Death Eaters, Dumbledore glanced around the front lawns, taking in with his blue eyes all that was happening. The centaur ambush was making quick work of the Inferi; bodies of both sides littered the grounds, some dead and some injured. His blue eyes finally found what he wanted to see after a few moments. He saw the arrows Jenny sent flying and Harry running his sword straight into Voldemort’s chest. A smile formed on Dumbledore’s face.
He looked away briefly when an Infuri approached him. The enchanted corpses were quickly disposed of. .He turned back and his smiled vanished as he watched Voldemort raise his sword and plunge it into Harry’s stomach. He felt all color drain from his face as he moved forward towards the now fallen Harry, stunning all that got in his way.
Dumbledore watched in shock as Jenny knelt down next to her brother crying as she clutched his hand. He reached the two when Jenny started screaming in pain. The gem around her neck began to glow a bright white. Dumbledore’s eyes widened in horror and amazement when he realized what she was doing. She was saving Harry with all the magic in her body, and might just die in the process.
The gem around her neck glowed brighter and brighter as her voice began to get horse from her screaming. A sudden burst of white magic came from her hands, engulfing Harry’s body in bright white light. Dumbledore had to shield his eyes from the brightness. A moment later, the screaming stopped and the light faded to show the wound in Harry’s stomach was healed over and the two teens were bloody and unconscious.
He stepped forward and placed two fingers to Harry’s neck. A very faint, but steady pulse beat beneath his pale skin. A smile of relief crossed his face as he removed his fingers from Harry’s neck and moved to check Jenny’s extremely pale form. A very weak and sporadic pulse beat beneath his fingers. He quickly conjured two stretchers and levitated them onto them before quickly heading around the final remnants of the battle and towards the S.P.D. base.
“From the results of the tests Madam Pomfrey has run, if she wakes up, the only spell she would be able to do without killing herself is Expeliarmus,” Dumbledore explained. During his recount of what had happened, Dumbledore had gotten up and moved to look out the window. Light flooded the room as he pulled the shade aside. Just visible over the trees was the many towers of Hogwarts castle.
“I thought the gem gave her powers? And since she still has the gem, she can still use magic,” Harry replied, looking towards Dumbledore. Jenny had to be alright because of the Gem. She just had to. He turned away from the window, and grimly shook his head. Harry looked at him in confusion. She had powers from the gem, so why was he now shaking his head?
“The Hogwarts Power Gem is no more,” he replied, walking across the room and sitting back down in the chair. He stayed silent of a moment, the only sound in the room the beeping of the heart monitor. “She used all the power she had to save you. She will wake, but no one knows when. Her body must adjust.”
Harry stared down at his sheet in silence. Jenny was now powerless, because of him. No, it wasn’t his fault, he reminded himself. It was Voldemort. He was the one that had stabbed him through the stomach. And Voldemort was now dead. A sense of relief washed over Harry. The evil that had been his destiny to either destroy or be destroyed by since before his birth was now gone. Forever.
Harry looked up when he felt Dumbledore’s hand on his shoulder. His blue eyes were full of joy at what had been accomplished and sadness at what had been lost. He gently squeezed Harry’s shoulder before moving away towards the door of the small room. He turned back around with his hand on the door, smiling. “I must return to the castle. There is much to be done and I think Miss Weasley has been patiently waiting for you to wake up.”
Harry smiled at the professor as he pushed open the door and left the room. Not even two seconds after Dumbledore left, Ginny hurried into the room, closely followed by Ron and Hermione. They all had several bruises visible and many small cuts along their arms but were otherwise perfectly fine, where visible at least. She reached his bed and wrapped her arms around his neck, as he wrapped his arms around her. They simply sat on his bed for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of each other. He stroked her hair as she sniffled against his chest. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
He unwound his arms from around her and pushed himself over on the small bed, making room for her to sit next to him. She whipped her eyes of the few tears she had shed and moved to sit down on the bed next to him.
“Oh and just forget we’re even standing here,” Ron grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Stop being a git, Ronald,” she replied with a small smile. He smiled back and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him. Harry and Ginny glanced at each other and smiled at the almost always quarreling couple.