Ginny Weasley stumbled against the cold wall, clutching her side where blood seeped through her fingers. Her breaths were ragged, each one a struggle against the pain that threatened to overwhelm her.

Harry knelt beside Ginny, his eyes wide with panic. "Ginny, what happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ginny tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, her strength waning.

Hermione Granger, her wand at the ready, appeared at the end of the corridor. "Harry, I've got the potion!" she called out, her voice steady and reassuring. Harry nodded, relief washing over him like a tide.

Hermione handed a vial to Harry, who gently coaxed Ginny to drink. Ginny winced but managed a small sip, feeling the warmth spread through her veins, knitting flesh and bone.

"You're going to be okay, Ginny," Harry murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Ginny nodded, her eyes grateful, as Hermione squeezed her hand gently.

Ginny leaned back against the wall, her strength slowly returning. Hermione sat beside her, while Harry kept watch, the shadows of the corridor now their allies, not their enemies. Together, they faced the night, unyielding and united.