"Please don't touch me?" The child begged as Arthur inched closer to her.
"Darling...I'm not going to hurt you...I work for the ministry...we just want to help you."
"Liars! lies! all of it! Don't touch me!" the girl hissed and Arthur retreated somewhat. Not out of fright; out of concern for the girl. The ministry had planned a court order for her, so she could find a good foster family..unlike the eleven she'd already had, and Arthur had begged them to let him talk to her until she had to be moved somewhere else, where hopefully her innocence wouldn't be shattered; either would her bones.
"Lorelei, please don't yell...ok? I;m not going to hurt you...I need to talk to you." Arthur urged but the girl retreated further to the corner of the room. Arthur had never recalled Ginny being this tough, even around the same impressionable age of 14. Then again, he had made it a priority to not let anything of this sort happen to his Little Girl.
"Why does everyone here pretend to care?" she asked, holding her knees tight and shaking in the corner. Arthur walked over to her and gently bent beside her.
"They DO care." he urged but the child refused to listen.
"Please don't you lie to me too." She replied, huddling close to herself.
"Lorelei, please...calm down I....I need to ask you a question."
"About who?" she asked, turning her green eye up to look into Arthur's blue ones and flipping her matted, blonde hair in the process.
"About your.." Arthur took in a deep breath..it pained him to look into the childs eyes...how could a---
"Father."
"I have no father." she quickly hissed. Her venemous toned urged Arthur to know, he must ask her more.
"Lora....please talk to me? We need to write up your paper work."
"For what? So can be sent somewhere else to be someone else's toy!?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean! I told you, your all such liars! Why do you have to cause me more pain thinking about everything that happened!? I don't want to talk, so just ship me where I'm going next, and leave me alone."
"Don't you need someone to talk to? A friend or..."
"I have no friends! no family! nothing! i've nothing though I've asked God countless times. He provides, but I need help mentally too and...Please no more talking? I just want to be left alone." Arthur nodded, stowing away his quill and parchment. He stood, as did the child cautiously.
"I'm sorry for inconviniencing you." he said, not able to look at the girl. For once, he kept the air of business in his voice, while talking to a child. Because of his own children, he always wanted to help those that didn't have parents or, "friends," as Loralei had said. So he felt greatly for the girl. Though, before he left the Children and Wizarding Family Abuse Help Center, he took one last look at the child.
"I'll be back, Lora." he whispered, knowing the little impact it had on her behind her tough facade.
No one...had ever....physically, on Earth...cared about her....until now....and she felt it.
