AN: its a very short drabble. Its Ginny Harry. Not at all what I usually write. But it just came to me. Anyway hope you enjoy. Rated T for one cuss word.
Being Possesed by Voldemort leaves damage. Ginny could tell you that better than just abot anyone, except maybe Harry Potter. Voldemort leaves scars and wonds on your soul. It's like catching the chicken pox. The pox leave, but the scars don't. Even 20 years later Ginny can still remember it. So can Harry, but the difference that Ginny can see is that Harry fought it. Harry is the brave admirable savior of the wizarding world, and Ginny attempted murder. Ginny doesn't understand why Harry wanted her. She never has. She could play with Dean and fuck Micheal without any regrets at all. But Harry understood her, and she understood him. Together they found friendship and acceptance. They were bound together. Yes Voldemort did posses both of them, and it left scars. Scars invisible to all but them. No one else could tell just how hurt and damaged they really were. And yet looking at the situation it was obvious to Ginny, Voldemort did give them one good thing. He gave them each other. Together they found love. A love that outshone the scars, and even though they were far from perfect. The love healed them. Their love was shared, in their hearts. The hearts with the matching scars