This is my first foray into writing fan fiction. I have read plenty, so I thought I would give writing it a shot. This story will be a short multi chapter fic.

Out of Sorts

Ginny Potter, sat at the kitchen table finishing up her story on the Puddlemere United verses Chudley Cannons Quidditch match. The article was due to the Daily Prophet by the end of the day. It had been an exciting game and she knew her boys would be happy because Puddlemere trounced the Cannons 230 to 10. Puddlemere was Harry, James and Albus's second favorite team; second only to the Hollyhead Harpies, which Ginny played for right after she graduated school. She leaned back in her chair trying to remember the finer details of the game, when she heard the fire in the living room, crackle to life.

"Ginny! Ginny, where are you?" came Ron's panicked voice through the fire. Ginny felt her face pale as she leapt to her feet and ran to the living room, her story forgotten on the kitchen table. Her first immediate thought was of harry, currently on a mission with the Aurors.

"Ron what's the matter? What has happened? Harry...?" She sputtered out. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing mind. She was imagining the worst.

Ron looked down, "Harry's been injured. He's being transported to St. Mungo's as we speak … it's bad sis," he trailed off.

Ginny got suddenly stern, "Tell me what's happened Ron!"

"He was hit in the chest with multiple stunning spells and a curse that left him with a nasty gash that did not want to heal with a simple healing spell, he's lost a lot of blood," he spoke quickly as if it would make the damage less. Ginny mind was reeling, harry was hurt, the kids were away at school, and she need to get to St. Mungo's.

Ron took one last fleeting look at he his sister trying reassuring her that everything would be okay and said, "I've got to get back the healers will need to know what happened," and he was gone.

Ginny sat by the fire for a moment trying to collect her thoughts. She was stunned she had seen Harry hurt before; it was part of the job being an Auror and all, but she had never seen Ron this nervous about one of Harry's injuries and they have been partners forever. She took another deep breath, willing herself not to cry, she had to pull her self together. She stood, grabbed her cloak and a fist full of floo power and threw it on the fire.

The fire jumped to life and Ginny stepped over the hearth and yelled, "St. Mungo's!"