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A fatal case of dragon fever, they say.
It is dragon fever that finds a home in Ginny, slowly creeping through her veins for over a year before she even notices. She knows not how or why, but it is already rooted in her like a parasite when the healers state their diagnosis.
It could be any day, they say.
Her mother cries, Harry is angry, and she…well.
She feigns pity, tears, whatever sane person in her exact position would react to such devastating news.
But instead, Ginny begins counting down. The number seven etches it’s way to the forefront of her mind as soon as she is informed that there is no hope for a cure.
Seven months, she thinks to herself. She is sure of it.
She stares out from her hospital bed as words of comfort and arms wrap around her. But all she does is look at her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall across from her.
She does not see her light brown eyes.
Instead, she sees black.