Just then, Ginny moaned. Harry turned back to her, startled. “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. Ginny had gone pale, and was clutching her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “Go away,” she said gruffly. “Gin, what happened?” Harry asked frantically. Her eyes snapped open. “Huh? Oh sorry Harry, I just have a stinging headache. Can we sit down? Away from Muriel, preferably.”
Harry led her to a table away from the roaring music. Ginny sat down and buried her head in her arms. He signaled for a waiter to bring her some punch. “Ginny?” Harry asked, gently touching her shoulder. “I think you should see Madame Pomfrey. You rest inside while I go find her, OK?” he said softly, standing up to leave.
Ginny grabbed his hand from behind. “Don’t leave me alone, Harry.” She said her eyes wide with fear. “I’m scared, Harry, don’t go.” Seeing his puzzled expression, she said, “Alright, at least let Hermione be with me? There she is anyway.” Confused, Harry told Hermione what was going on. “Don’t worry, Harry,” she said soothingly. “It’s just that all the crowds coming to congratulate us can be a little intimidating, and she hasn’t eaten since morning. You go bring Madame Pomfrey; I’ll sit with her till then.
A few minutes later, Harry returned with Madame Pomfrey, who had apparated directly from her house in Hogsmeade. As it was summer break, no students needed attention in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. Hermione had remembered to advise her to keep a low profile. If anyone were to find out why she was here, all hell would break loose and the last thing Ginny would get would be privacy and silence.
After examining Ginny’s head and eyes, Madame Pomfrey declared that it was merely an overdose of stress and hunger. “Harry, may I have a word with you please? Oh, and you too miss Granger, or would it be Mrs. Weasley now?” she said, smiling at Hermione. “Hermione is fine, but Madame Pomfrey, are you sure Ginny will be alright? She’s gone deathly pale,” Hermione asked worriedly.
Madame Pomfrey’s expression was grave. “It may just be stress and hunger, but there are also some signs of Dark Magic,” Harry gasped. Why would Dark Magic have been inflicted on Ginny? Madame Pomfrey continued, “The rarely used spell ‘Revilius Memorium’ to be precise. It is one of the ten long-distance spells and is extremely dangerous as it can be used to read minds and search memories for pieces of information. It was created by,” Madame Pomfrey abruptly stopped, as if cut off by some invisible force. Hermione’s eyes had gone wide. “Who was it invented by, Madame Pomfrey?” she asked curiously. Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Why was Ginny in the middle of all of this? Five years later and they were still haunted by Darkness.
Madame Pomfrey forced a smile onto her face. “Don’t worry. This is probably just another prank of George and Angelina’s…. You did read their latest advertisement, did you not? Drinks that produce fake symptoms of Dark Magic….,” she shook her head. “These children I tell you… Gave me quite a fright at first,” she muttered, turning away. “Bed rest and silence is all she needs,” Madame Pomfrey said, before twisting on the spot, apparating back to her home.
Finally the wedding was over. Harry and Hermione confronted George, who was busy finishing off the remaining punch. “George, why did you prank Ginny with your Dark Magic potion? And that too on her wedding day?” Hermione said furiously. George, who apparently seemed to have had too much punch, mumbled an apology before slumping down on one of the chairs. Ron, hearing the commotion, came up to them. “Harry, what’s up with Ginny? And why do you guys keep mentioning stuff about Dark Magic? It’s making people suspicious, you know!”
At that very moment, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked up to them, carrying some pieces of parchment. Harry, Ron and Hermione forced smiles onto their faces. “These are the ministry papers for your long-distance Portkey, keep them safely, you’ll need them when you’re leaving tomorrow,” Mr. Weasley said brightly. “Umm, Mr. Weasley?” asked Harry. “Where are we going tomorrow?” Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it upon seeing the others’ puzzled frowns.
Mrs. Weasley looked at them in surprise. “Why, your honeymoon of course! The location is a secret, obviously, but I’m sure the ministry folk will spill the beans eventually,” she said, with a pointed look at Mr. Weasley, who shrugged nonchalantly. “Speaking of which, you’d better get packing!” he said, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I bought some of those Muggle contraptions, I believe they’re called ‘boot-cases’ or something like that….. it wouldn’t do to carry trunks around Muggles would it?”
He winked at Harry. “Molly said I shouldn’t let the cat out of the bag, but I have to warn you, you’re going someplace warm, so pack accordingly. Oh, and of course,” “Yes dad, we know, only Muggle clothing allowed,” interrupted Ginny, whose face had regained its original color.
Back inside the Burrow, Harry and Hermione laughed at Ron and Ginny’s befuddled reactions to the ‘boot-cases’. “How do these things even open?” cried Ron, frustrated. “Oh, see those black lines? I think they’re called pizzers, and the case opens from there,” called Mr. Weasley, before leaving the room. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.
“What?” asked Ginny, eyeing them suspiciously. “It’s just, just…,” Harry couldn’t control himself. “Those things are called ‘zippers’ and you pull on them to open the ‘suitcase’,” said Hermione, stifling a giggle. Ron frowned grumpily and muttered, “Not all of us were raised by Muggles, ok?” which brought on another fit of laughter, and this time even Ginny joined in. Ron snorted, but they all could see the smile creeping up his face.
Calming down, they began to pack. Hermione slipped a small brown package into her suitcase and gave Ginny a meaningful look, to which Ginny nodded her head. Harry curiously looked at them, hoping for Ginny to drop a hint, but Ron openly asked about it. “What’s that you got there, ‘mione?” he said in a strangely persuasive voice, to which Hermione promptly replied, “Nothing that concerns you, Ronald. And flattery gets you nowhere.”
Ginny rolled her eyes at the pair of them, and then grinned at Harry. “Guess what? The name of our ‘secret destination’ was written on our Portkey papers! Dad just accidentally ‘spilled’ ink on it. Look at this!” Harry looked skeptical. “I’m not sure we should ruin your parents’ surprise, but if you insist….”
“Oh come on, Harry, we can always spill ink on it again!” cried Ron. “It’s just a simple cleaning spell, what could go wrong?” Hermione lifted her head up suddenly, but before she could stop him, Ron pointed his wand at the piece of parchment and said,