The DA Reinstated

Hogwarts, Scotland

The first week of school passed uneventfully. Although, like Dumbledore’s speech stated, this year was not going to be like years past everything about it so far seemed to be almost identical to his past five. Harry had already been to at least one of all his classes, and was pleased to see that none of the classes would be impossible to keep up with, even in Snape’s class. His first N.E.W.T. level potions class went by surprisingly well all things considered. Snape either had been told to back off by Dumbledore, or he was too upset to even speak to Harry and Ron, as he didn’t even once look at the pair even though they were seated dead centre. It was a small class; Ron, Harry, three Ravenclaws, a seventh year Hufflepuff, Draco and Nott were the only students enrolled. Although Harry had run into Draco in the hallway there hadn’t been the usual trading of insults or threats, instead Draco walked passed Harry as he whispered to Nott in a secretive voice. It was a rather odd turn in personality and Harry reminded himself to never turn his back on the two Slytherins.
Considering it was a N.E.W.T. level potions class Harry and Ron left their first class with boosted confidence. They had managed to successfully brew a shockingly difficult restorative potion without much mishap. Snape followed his new course of action and didn’t even look up when Harry placed the potion on his desk at the end of class.
Defence Against the Dark Arts had become the talk of the school. Compared to last year the new Defence Against the Dark Arts had quickly become almost everyone’s favourite class to date. The N.E.W.T. level class consisted mainly of all old DA members and several Slytherins, all the other students who hadn’t decided to continue with Defence Against the Dark Arts were deeply disappointed with Dumbledore’s announcement. Dumbledore taught with a gusto that belied his age he seemed much more animated when he taught. It also appeared that Dumbledore didn’t believe that heavily in homework, his only assignment so far was to practice the new defensive spells with a friend.
The other popular class this year was Offensive Light Magic. It turned out that the Aurors Dumbledore said would be teaching the class were none other than Kingsley Shaklebolt and Mad-Eye. The other unusual thing about the class was that it wasn’t a class with just one year in it, instead there were students from every house and every year in the class.
As Harry and the others lined up outside waiting for the bell to ring and the door to open the hall was filled with anxious discussion about what they would be doing. None of them knew what to expect that first class and when the doors opened Harry was hit with an eerie sense of deja-vu when the classroom they walked into was a perfect replica of a place only Harry and a few others knew of; the Department of Mysteries.
Tentatively the students stepped one by one into the dark room. When then the last one came through the door, it slammed shut and the whole room was thrown into darkness. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, were the first to light their wands, quietly murmuring lumos. The rest of the class followed suit and soon the whole class had their wands lit, partially illuminating the room. They were in what Harry knew to be the entrance hall to the Department of Mysteries, the same hall he had visited countless times in his dreams.
Harry’s heart was beating heavily; horrible memories of this place came rushing back to him. He jumped when he felt something touch his hand, but smiled when he saw that Ginny had taken hold of his hand. She, Ron and Hermione seemed to feel the same way about the room; all three of them wore a look of grim nostalgia.
As Harry paced the dark hallway his mind kept flashing back to the memories he’d tried so hard to keep down; the ones of his friends and the Order members fighting each other, of Dumbledore and Voldemort’s duel, of Sirius dying. The flashes of the crosses in the spinning room blurred into a line of light, he heard cackling then screaming, then Voldemort’s voice. Sirius fell in slow motion through the veil, Bellatrix was laughing ruthlessly at his attempt at the Cruciatus charm. Harry heard a crack of door opening, a deep voice said something he couldn’t make out as he spun around instinctively pushing Ginny behind him as he shouted “Apringanor!”
A huge burst of red light came blasting out of Harry’s wand scorching both sides of the hall as it hurled down the hallway towards the door he had heard open.
“Finite Incantatum!” a familiar voice bellowed and the red light dissipated until it was completely gone. Out from the doorway came Kingsley closely followed by Moody whose wood leg echoed in the confined space.
“That was an excellent reaction Potter, although we never said there was supposed to be a reaction at all. It would be wise not to use such a powerful spell when were a merely reviewing,” Kingsley said as he stopped in front of the class of awestruck students.
“Sorry,” he mumbled flexing his fingers and hand experimentally. He could still feel the power from the spell he had cast and the heat seemed to be warming his entire body. He hadn’t meant to cast such a strong spell but he had been so caught up in the memory it had been impossible to discern what was real from what was past.
“…class is about teaching you how to do what Potter here just did.” Harry heard Moody say as he came back to reality, “You always want to be aware, always be PREPARED!” he shouted, making some of the younger students jump, he grinned the torch light casting an ugly shadow across his mottled face. “This will be your classroom for the first half of the year, you will train, fight, and study with this group. We are going to teach you how to fight back not just retreat. The second term we will change the room to another setting, but first, does anyone know what this place is supposed to be?” Moody asked both his eyes surveying the students. In the back Neville slowly put his hand up. “Ah, Mr. Longbottom, you would know what this place is.”
“It’s the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic,” Neville said.
“That’s right, ten points to Gryffindor. This is an almost exact replica of the Department of Mysteries, minus some places that you don’t need to see. Can anyone tell me why we are going to be training here?” Moody asked.
This time Hermione’s hand shot into the air, Kingsley nodded at her, “So we can all learn the best ways to use offensive magic in an actual setting, one which has already been tested in battle?”
“I couldn’t have put it better myself, take ten points Miss Granger,” Kingsley said smiling. “She is correct. As many of you know several of the students in this class were involved in a full on battle with Voldemort’s Death Eaters.” All of the student’s attention fell on Harry and the other D.A. members. Kingsley continued, “The reason we chose this location is because the students performed so admirably, and the setting was so adverse to both sides. This will hopefully teach you all how to think on your feet and show you which spells are beneficial in which areas of combat.”
“This is NOT Defence Against the Dark Arts, this is Offensive Light magic, Offensive. We will be learning spells, jinxes, and hexes which if used correctly will help you win a fight not just protect yourself,” Moody said with an empirical look on his face. “There will not be any homework other than assignments for you to find useful spells for the situations we are working on. Your tests will simply be to see how well you fare in the simulations that we hold. Kingsley and I will be magically controlling up to twenty mock fighters and sometimes we may have other Aurors come any train with you lot.”
Harry raised his hand now, Moody just smiled and nodded. “Uh, professor, you said that we’d be training in this for the first half of the year, what about the other half?”
“Good catch Potter, well let’s just say we’ll be working in something with a little larger scale. Hopefully it will prepare all of you for the upcoming war. Now if there aren’t any more questions lets start the class.” Kingsley said smiling approvingly.
“We’re going to practice entering an insecure location such as this one where you do not know if there are hostiles inside. We’re going to try it once without any hints or instruction and see how you do to get a feel for where everyone is. Everyone line up, when the lights go out the first person can step through this door and face us, once the light goes on again the next can come in. Remember, CONSTANT VIGILLANCE!” Mad Eye barked, making everyone jump again, before he and Kingsley walked into the adjoining room.
The rest of the class period was passed facing off against different groupings of Death Eaters, all of which appeared to look strikingly like Lucius Malfoy much to Harry and the other’s chagrin. Overall their class seemed to be doing fairly well. The D.A. members were certainly performing the best, everyone from the group managed to take out the three targets without being hit. At the end of class Moody and Kingsley congratulated everyone on a good start. “Tomorrow we have a double period, we’ll start off with another practical so line up outside and wait until the door opens, then you may enter. You are dismissed.” Kingsley said to the departing students.

The rest of the week the house tables were buzzing with discussion over both Dumbledore and O.L.M. many students were up at the teacher’s table discussing possible course changes with their heads of house so they too could have Dumbledore as a teacher. There were also rumours circulating over who his assistant teacher would be; some even went so far as to claim Harry was going to be.
While Harry was confident that he wouldn’t be suddenly asked to become an assistant teacher his mind was still weighted down with the worries of both the D.A. and the Quidditch Captainship which he’d been given just the day before by a very happy McGonagall. The Quidditch Captainship was a small irritation at the moment, both Ron and Katie Bell were constantly asking when tryouts were going to be and if he’d gotten the pitch reserved; although that had lessened slightly after he finally announced next week would be the tryouts for the empty positions.
The D.A. however was not as small a problem. Everyday people were coming up to him and asking whether or not they would be holding the club or not, and every time he just told them he wasn’t sure and he’d tell them when he figured out. He finally had had enough and decided to ask his friends that Saturday as they sat in their bedroom drinking butterbeer Dobby had nicked from the stores.
Hermione of course was first to respond. “I think we’re nearly ready, most of the spells we’ve come up with seem to work. Plus I think the sooner the better. Did you decide yet about whether or not it should be secret still?”
The last time they had talked about the D.A. was when they were trying to decide about how to institute the group this year, he’d been skirting the issue all summer but had subconsciously weighed the pros and cons of both sides. “Well I agree about starting it soon. I’ve been thinking it over and I still think it may be a good idea to keep it secret, even from Dumbledore. I have a feeling that it may be useful to keep our actions quiet for at least right now, first and foremost to keep Malfoy and the others from reporting back to Voldemort. I don’t want him going after kids’ parents because they are part of the D.A. The last thing I want is for more people to get killed because of me.”
“Harry, how many times do we have to tell you it isn’t your fault people have been getting killed by Voldemort,” Ginny said comfortingly, squeezing his hand. Harry was still getting used to having someone who he could tell everything to but he had been slowly letting loose small bits of his worries. It was amazing how much good it did for him also, he could feel the pain dissolve away as he told her about parts of his abusive childhood, “Guess you just have to pound it into my thick skull, too many hits by the bludger.” He stuck his tongue out at her cheekily.
“Ginny’s right Harry, it isn’t. I do agree with you on the secrecy though, I think we should keep it as quiet as possible. What we’re doing could put loads of people in danger, if you-know… oh alright, Voldemort, figured out what we’re doing.” Ron said supportively.
“Good. There’s something else I’ve been thinking about. I think we need to set up a better system for the D.A. as a whole, maybe grouping us so we can figure out who’s who and what each group has study so for?”
“Yeah that makes sense,” Ron said then paused for a second, “Remember what Moody said about the Auror divisions and how they’re divided into expertise maybe we could do something similar? You know, break it down into smaller groups who each have a leader.” Ron said offhandedly, he’d been studying a lot of old Auror handbooks over the summer and the idea of smaller groups had stuck with him.
“Great minds think alike mate,” Harry said, “that’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“Brilliant, I’ll start working on it right away. ’Mione will you help me look for books in the library tomorrow? We don’t have that much homework so we can probably spend some time on it.” Ron asked rather timidly, as if he was afraid she might reject him.
“Anything that would make you want to go to the library is ok in my books, lets do it after lunch. Harry how do you plan on keeping it a secret still if half the school wants to join?” Hermione asked her eyes kept flicking back to Ron who was smiling triumphantly.
“Well that’s why I want it in groups so each will meet once a week, and then the group leaders will meet up to keep the groups connected and updated on what’s going on. That way we’ll also keep the information controlled. Only a few people will know how many kids there really are in the DA, and those people will be the ones we really trust.” Harry said.
“Reminds me of a Muggle book I read about the Russian KGB, they’re like the Aurors except much less ethical,” she added seeing Ginny and Ron’s confused faces. “They always compartmentalized everything, not even the generals really knew what was going on, that way they could keep the full scope of what they were doing secret.”
“Exactly. I don’t want Dumbledore figuring out because if he knew what we were planning on doing we’d definitely be shut down, I guarantee you he doesn’t want kids fighting in a war.”
“Well I’ll go find the coins from last year and set the date, we’ll use the original DA to get the word out quietly around the school for meeting times.” Hermione said leaving the room to search her trunk.

The word that the DA had been reinstated spread like wild fire throughout the entire school, a very quite wildfire however. Harry was pleased when not a single teacher had yet approached him about the club. It appeared that the student’s one year under Umbridge’s tyrannical rule taught them something about operational security.
The planning had been kicked into overdrive now, with Harry and the others finalizing the groups and spells to be used. Ron, much to Hermione’s delight, had taken to reading piles of Muggle books about war and strategy; although there were several written by wizards, Muggles seemed to be much further advanced when it came to battle strategy. Ron’s chess mind allowed him to absorb the moves from famous battles just like the one’s he’d learned for the chessboard. It appeared to Harry that Ron had finally found his calling; he was spending almost all his free time now either in the library or playing with a little piece of parchment Hermione had charmed for him. It was able to simulate battle sequences that Ron had created so he could see if his strategies would work or not against a simulated opponent. It had become difficult not to find Ron’s nose buried in the parchment, poking the various squadrons to battle against the spell’s foe.
With the other’s help he slowly but surely designed a plan for how the D.A. would be run. Late at night in Harry and Ginny’s room he laid it out for them for the first time.
“Okay, well ‘Mione and I have been reading a lot on Muggle warfare. We would’ve used wizard but there isn’t any strategy to it really. It was all just a bunch of spells flying everywhere, even when Dumbledore fought Grindlewald; there just wasn’t a real attack. The only reason Grindlewald’s army was defeated was because they didn’t have a rank system so they just argued about who’d do what. That’s the first thing I think we should do… create a ranking system.”
Seeing Harry cringe slightly at the idea of dividing an already divided school Hermione interjected, “It wouldn’t be to show who was better and who is worse. It would just be so we can have a chain of command so people would know what to do if they need to.”
Ron gave her a smile then continued, “Right. So we’d have a general then commanders, then division groupings. Each commander would be in charge of one of the groups that you talked about Harry. And each group would be divided into divisions; each one of those would be have the same training as the rest of the group but would be able to work by itself if it was necessary. Each group would also have a colour or a symbol to show who was who and keep it a little more organized. This strategy has been used by almost every Muggle war in the past two-thousand years so I figure it should work for us.” Ron shrugged, his face showing immense confidence in the plan.
Harry shuffled through the reams of information Ron had compiled, it really was an amazing system, every little detail had been thought out thoroughly. “Brilliant work mate! I knew if I left it up to you you’d come up with something. It sounds like a great idea so we’ll use it, hopefully it’ll keep us safer than if we just ran it like last year.” Harry said excitedly. The new DA was coming together. “Hey Hermione, could we make more of the coins? We’ll probably need a hundred or so from what I’ve heard from different students who want to join. I really don’t want anyone to figure out about what we’re doing. I know that if Malfoy figures out what’s going on he’ll run and tell Snape, or worse his father all about what we’re doing. I think the coins, or something like it will be one way to keep it secret.”
“I’ve already started working on them, only, they’re a little difficult to make. I have only 23 so far. I could definitely use some help making them.” Hermione said.
“I’ll help ‘Mione! I’ll help!” Emma said jumping out of her seat excitedly. She had been listening to everything they’d been doing the past week, but hadn’t been able to help them with anything so far.
Hermione and Emma had grown to be really good friends and she was a little sorry that the little girl hadn’t been able to help them out in anything. She looked over at Harry and Ron, they both smiled. “Alright Emma, you can help me. I’ll have to teach you a couple of spells but from what I’ve heard from Professor Flitwick you shouldn’t have any problems.”
“Wicked! When can we start? Can we start now? I don’t have any homework; come one ‘Mione!” Emma said tugging at the older witch’s robes.
“Well… if you don’t have any work I guess we could start now, we have a lot of coins to make. Let’s go to the library so people won’t see what we’re doing.” Hermione stood up taking Emma’s hand and walked out of the portal to the library.
Harry and Ginny both noticed Ron’s silly grin as he watched Hermione walk out and gave each other a knowing look. Harry spoke up first, “So Ronald, when are you going to ask Hermione out on a date?”
Ron spun around in chair, nearly tipping it over with the force, his face already turning red, “What do you mean? Why would I ask her on a date?”
Ginny shook her head, “Ron, you’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice that you fancy her. She fancies you too, did you know that?”
Ron’s face lost a little of its red hue, “She’s like my sister; she wouldn’t go out with me. Besides what if something happened? It would ruin our friendship.”
“Why wouldn’t she Ron? Hermione has asked me a hundred bloody times if you like her. Every time I tell her that you do but just don’t realize it yet. You both like each other so just do something about it.” Ginny said sagely.
“Or we will…” Harry said teasingly, grinning at his friend.
“Don’t you dare!” Ron threatened, “Well, what should I do? I mean…how should I do it. If you haven’t noticed there aren’t exactly a load of date opportunities here,” Ron asked a little embarrassed. It was the first time he’d admitted his crush to anyone, let alone Harry and his sister.
“Not quite sure you want to take advice from me, I’ve only gone on one real date, and that was with Cho. Don’t forget I made her cry within ten minutes of the trip. Ginny and I haven’t really gone on any dates because we didn’t need to, we just sort of hang out.” Harry said shrugging, “You can always use the invisibility cloak to sneak out to Honeyduke’s with her or something.”
Ron smiled, “That’s a good idea, doubt she’d go for it though, her being a Prefect and all. Maybe Dobby can help me work something out.”
“He’d probably carve an ice sculpture for her if you asked him,” Harry joked. But Ron didn’t seem to hear him; he was already too wrapped up in thinking for what to do
“Well I’m tired, I think I’m going to head up to my bed,” Ron said absently, his mind having switched from military strategy to finding a way to ask Hermione out.
“Night Ronald, have a good night patrolling the hallways with ‘Mione,” Ginny called out over her shoulder. Surprisingly Ron didn’t even respond and just continued out of the room.
Once the portrait close the couple broke into hysterics, both of them laughing until their sides hurt.
“I can’t believe this. I’ve been waiting for three whole years to get them to admit they like each other, and all it took us was one question to get the ball rolling.” Harry said sitting up on the floor after he finally stopped laughing.
“Yeah, I guess Fred and George don’t need to send us any of their Blabbing Bubblegum, shame.” Ginny said.
“We could always use it on Malfoy, I’m sure he’s got some embarrassing secrets he’d tell everyone in the Great Hall.” Harry hinted mischievously.
“Wow I like the way you think. My brothers really are starting to rub off on you aren’t they? Let’s wake up early tomorrow, maybe Dobby could help us.” Ginny said as she curled up next to Harry in front of the crackling fire.
“If he isn’t too busy carving a life-sized ice sculpture of Hermione,” said Harry, and they both broke into laughter once again.

Harry woke up early the next day. Usually it took him several minutes and a hot shower to wake up but today he was instantly alert. As he grabbed his glasses he felt his scar prickle uncomfortably. Harry crawled out of bed, careful not to wake up Ginny, and headed to the bathroom rubbing the irritated scar.
In the mirror Harry saw that the scar was inflamed, a dark red colour was very visible against this pale skin. He turned the water on and splashed it on his face, hoping the cold would snap him out of it. Another flash of pain hit him and he grabbed hold of the counter, his knuckles going white with the effort it took to hold himself up. He clamped his eyes shut, the light from the torch felt as if it were burning right through his eyes.
It pulsed again, this time Harry felt his muscles involuntarily spasm and a flash of an image flitted through his mind. He dropped to the floor, his legs no longer willing to support him. He heartbeat was drowned out by the pulse coming form his scar. It felt as if his skin was being torn open at that point, and as he withdrew his hand from his forehead he saw blood.
A flicker of an image shot through his mind. Harry doubled over in nausea, vomiting on the floor. As the blood started to run into his eyes the world started to get darker. A white noise filled his ears as the world melted away into nothingness.

Ginny woke up as the sunlight snuck in through the break in the curtains, yawning then stretching out. She opened her eyes when she didn’t feel Harry in the bed. Looking around she saw the light on in the bathroom and heard the water running. She just curled up back in bed and waited for him to be finished in the bathroom. After a few minutes she started to worry, something didn’t feel right. Why would Harry be washing his hands for five minutes straight? She asked herself, throwing a robe on and walking over to the bathroom. “Harry, if you keep washing your hands there won’t be anything left to catch the snitch with!” She teased, rapping on the door several times.
Silence
“Come on Harry, hurry up so we can get breakfast before classes start.”
Silence.
Now Ginny panicked, she pulled out her wand and called again, “Harry, honestly I take less time to get ready than you are taking.” She twisted the knob and opened the door slowly so not to accidentally open it if he were taking a shower or something. It hit against something after just a few inches and Ginny pushed against it, trying to open it further. She now knew something was wrong and fear filled her. She pushed once more and it opened just enough so she could see Harry’s body propped up against the side of the door.
“Evanesco!” She waved her wand and the door disappeared off its hinges. Harry rolled back onto the floor, still unconscious.
“Harry!” Ginny shouted, dropping to the floor. Harry’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be unconscious, his scar still burned a bright red. She felt his chest rising and dropping very quickly, his heart seemed to be making an almost constant beat now. Ginny fumbled with her wand, waving it over and over again, trying to focus enough to cast a spell, but her panic overrode her concentration. Frustrated she tossed her wand down and picked Harry up off the ground and leaned him up against the wall. “I have to leave for a second Harry to get help, I promise Ill be back.” She looked down at him once again, feeling a chill run down her spine at his appearance. Fearing to wait any longer she got up and bolted for the door.
“WAIT!” she heard an unfamiliar voice from behind and spun around.
“WAIT, come over here quickly, what has happened?” Ginny located the small portrait of a blonde haired young man who was urging her over with such ferocity.
“Harry’s unconscious, he’s bleeding and his heart seems to be beating a million times a second. I need to go find a professor…” Ginny said out of breath, she could feel herself breaking out into a cold sweat, she turned and ran again for the door.
“No!” The portrait shouted again, “go stay with Mr. Potter, I shall alert the Headmaster.” The man disappeared from his frame as Ginny rushed back over to Harry’s side.
“Come on Harry, wake up!” She could feel his breathing getting shallower and shallower and his skin was cold to the touch. “Please, don’t do this Harry, please…” Ginny begged. She felt light headed as she watched Harry’s life slowly slip drain away, her eyes that were filled with tears began to sag and her vision narrowed. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead, uttering a silent prayer that he would wake back up. As the world around her twisted into a multitude of colours she dropped her head onto Harry’s chest and closed her eyes.

“In here, quick!” The portrait called out, leading the headmaster and McGonagall down the hall over to his position on the wall, “they’re in the bathroom headmaster.”
Dumbledore rushed down the passage into the main room and spotted Ginny and Harry lying there unconscious. “Minerva please floo Poppy, tell her to come here as soon as possible. Also find Moody and tell him to collect Ron and Hermione, they are most likely in the Great Hall right now, have them meet us in the infimary.” Dumbledore asked as he muttered an arcane spell over the two teens. A blue light started to form around them until it seemed that they had been wrapped in thin blue gauze. That same moment Madam Pomfrey came out of the fireplace carrying a medical supply case looking rather harried, “Merlin! What happened professor?”
“Poppy, over here quickly. I have cast a preservative charm but I cannot hold it much longer without risking damage. From my initial diagnosis it seems as if both their hearts have effectively stopped beating for some reason.”
She ran over to the bathroom, knelt down, and began running diagnostic spells to see just what exactly was wrong. After a few tense minutes of her switching quickly through every spell she headed over to the medical case she’d brought and pulled out various potions, “Their hearts haven’t stopped completely but they are beating so slowly that its nearly impossible to register it. From the best that I can tell they are in some form of advanced coma, the only true physical injury I can locate seems to be Mr. Potter’s scar that is bleeding. If you want you can drop your charm they are in no real harm unless their pulse completely stops.”
“Thank you Poppy, would you help me move them up to the infirmary please?”
The two teachers levitated Ginny and Harry onto stretchers Dumbledore had conjured and slowly led them down a complex series of hallways that avoided all of the main thoroughfares. As they pushed through the infirmary’s doors Ron and Hermione ran to the stretchers.
“Bloody hell! What happened? Are….are they dead?” Ron cursed, his face blanching at the sight of his little sister and his best mate lying there unmoving. Hermione just stood there speechless, gripping onto Ron’s arm for support.
“They are very much alive Ron, although at the moment they are in a coma. We’re not entirely sure what has happened, but we felt it best to move them up here before we do anything else. Hermione would you kindly stand watch with Ron out front while Madam Pomfrey looks over them? I daresay the rumour mill would go into overtime if any of the students saw Harry and Miss Weasley in this condition.”
Ron and Hermione looked hesitantly over at Madam Pomfrey working frantically on their friends and family but finally agreed and headed to the front of the infirmary to make sure no one walked in accidentally.

Other than Harry’s scar, which took nearly an hour to stop bleeding, there was little that Dumbledore or Madam Pomfrey could do to help Harry and Ginny. They lay in adjacent beds their breathing still as shallow as ever. Molly and Arthur had arrived by floo a few minutes after they were taken upstairs and were now sitting nervously by the beds with Lupin and Ron and Hermione who had been excused from classes for the day. The headmaster had left a while ago, saying he had to get to his class but should be alerted if anything whatsoever happened. No one talked much, and when the house elves delivered a lunch it was barely touched, even by Ron.
Another two hours passed without so much as a movement from either of them. The group was still sitting quietly around the beds; Hermione, Ron and Emma, who had come up a little while earlier, were all studying for various classes, while Molly, Lupin and Arthur talked quietly.
As night began to set on campus the first signs of life came from Ginny who moved ever so slightly. She had reached out across her bed and placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Everyone stood watching on bated breath, hoping to see more movement, but nothing else happened. Dumbledore showed up later that night after dinner to check on everyone. He offered to put Mr. and Mrs. Weasley up in the guest rooms but they declined and instead just asked for a cot to stay in the infirmary.
That night the group fell into uneasy sleep, occasionally jerking out of slumber to reassure themselves that Harry and Ginny were still breathing. They could do nothing but wait.