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Chapter 10

The sight that met Harry and Ginny was not a pretty one, and it took almost all of Ginny's strength to not start crying right there in the doorway of her dorm.

All of the beds in the room were flipped and looked as if someone had taken a knife to them. The insides of the mattresses and pillows were all over the floor making it look like it had snowed. Her trunk was flipped over in the middle of the floor and her clothes were flung all over the room as were the rest of her belongings. She looked to her right and saw her potion kit carelessly strewn all over the floor their glass casings shattered and their contents spilled everywhere. The worst of it was when she saw the words "blood traitor" on the walls, on her school trunk and the mattress that was once her bed. Harry noticed it as well and he prayed with all of his might that is was just red paint and not blood.

Harry looked down at the girl who was shaking beside him. "Gin, we don't have to do this. I can have Kreacher come and-"

"No," she took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm ok." She took a step forward and started to pick up the papers that were closest to her.

"Why would they do this?" Harry asked softly. It wasn't a secret that the Weasley family were considered a bunch of "blood traitors" among the blood purists in the world, but no one else had gone through this why Ginny? Why her? He walked over to her school trunk and flipped it over so they could put any of her belongings in it.

"They were probably looking for information about you," she said softly, avoiding his eyes as she picked up papers and put them into a stack. "They knew we dated last year, and every time they tortured me they always ask me where you were."

She took a deep, shaky breath trying to hold back the tears that were fighting to fall. She thought about the times that the Slytherin boys tortured her and got a little too hands on when they did. She stared at the floor and continued to speak a single tear falling down her cheek, "My guess is that they were looking for letters from you or something that they could use to track you down."

Harry stared at her, frozen in spot as he was putting some clothes into her trunk. He dropped them and walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder and he felt her tense under his hand. He stared at her until she would look him in the eye. When her brown ones met his green, he felt crushed when he saw the amount of pain and agony that he saw in her eyes. Very slowly he reached up and put his hand on her cheek.

"Gin, what aren't you telling me?" He asked her softly.

She looked away pressing her lips together, willing herself to keep it together and she shook her head.

"Ginny, please?" Harry begged softly, running his hand down her arm and back up it in comfort.

She reluctantly looked up at him then glanced down at his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck. She hid her face in his chest, he was slightly taken aback but he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her close.

"When the Slytherin's would torture me for information, they didn't always uses crucio," she whispered to him, loud enough so she new he would hear. She felt his arms stiffen around her waist.

"Gin, what did they do?" he asked tensely, his arms tight around her waist.

"They had too much power. The Carrows being here… it changed how things were done. Students were allowed to carry out detentions, they were allowed to punish others. Crabbe and Goyle especially, suddenly it was okay to use the cruciatus curse on other students. It changed how we treated each other. There were times when, I would have a detention, they would take me into a deserted classroom," she said softly trying hard not to break down, her voice trembling, "they would put Silencio on the room and 4 or 5 of them would," she took a shaky breath and a tear fell down her cheek, onto Harry's chest, "they would do things to me, and they would force me to do things to them."

Harry grimaced, his eyes growing wide with angry, and held her even tighter, his hands turning into fists, "I'll kill them, all of them." He said putting his head on top of hers, "This is my fault. I'm so sorry."

Ginny looked up at him, "Harry this wasn't your fault. Slytherin boys have been harassing me since they could tell that I was a girl. None of them had actually gone as far as they did while you guys were gone, but walking down the corridors they would cop a feel. It happened all the time until I learned how to properly hex someone and once word got around.. it stopped. Nobody wants to be hexed. It's something I've grown used to and it isn't your fault Harry. Almost every single Slytherin boy has been on the receiving end of my Bat-Boogey Hexes. I guess they just thought it was time to give me some pay back." She started shaking as the tears fell down her face, as the reality of everything that had happened to her came crashing down.

Harry felt like he was going to be sick, he rubbed his hands up and down her back, feeling her shaking against him, feeling the tears soaking through his shirt as she silently cried against him. He continued to stroke her back.

"It just all hit me when we came in here and saw this place how it was," she took a deep breath and attempted to compose herself. "I-I'm fine."

"This is all my fault," he whispered softly against the top of her head, his hands in fists again, she could feel them against her back.

"Please stop saying that. Harry, please. I'm fine, don't worry about me," she said, pulling back a bit, Harry kept his arms tight around her waist, and wiped her face with her hands, clearing the tears away.

"You don't want me to worry? I just found out that you were what, molested? By disgusting Slytherin creeps and you don't want me to worry? They hurt you. They destroyed your things. How am I not supposed to worry? How am I not supposed to be pissed? How am I not supposed to be fucking mad as hell when I find out that my girlfriend was molested? I want to find every one of them and strangle them." Harry's voice was getting louder and louder and he crushed her tighter and tighter to his chest.

"Harry, you're hurting me," Ginny whispered against his chest and he loosened his arms that were around her.

"Sorry," he whispered back.

"It's ok, Harry, I'm honestly fine," she pulled back to look at him, forcing a smile on her face, "We need to pack, mum will have a cow if we aren't in the Entrance Hall when she wants to leave."

He huffed out angrily but knew she was right, "we aren't done with this conversation, but you're right." He pulled her close one last time, leaning down and crushing his lips to hers for a moment before letting her go and straightening up. "What do you want me to do?"

Ginny looked around, her face pink from the kiss, "Umm, why don't you pick up the clothes? Or at least the ones I would be able to wear again. I'll look and see what I can salvage from this," she said pointing to the papers and photos that covered the floor. Harry nodded and started picking up shirts and inspecting them. Ginny sat down on the floor and picked up a pile of papers and pictures.

The top most thing was a picture of her and Harry. It was their first kiss. Ginny was in his arms by the portrait hole, in her quidditch uniform and he in his robes. They had just one the Quidditch Cup without Harry, he had been at detention, but that didn't matter. Ginny smiled at the picture, Colin had surprised her with it shortly after it had happened.

Thinking about Colin made her realize that she was never going to talk to him again. Tears sprung to her eyes again, she had lost one of her closest friends because he had been so stupidly brave and snuck back into Hogwarts when he wasn't supposed to. A few tears fell down her face as she thought about her fallen friend, but she wiped them away and put the picture in the pile of photos to keep.

The two of them got to work, working in a comfortable silence. Ginny had looked up a few times and had to hold back laughter as she saw Harry, his face bright red and eyes wide, holding a pair of her knickers looking like they were going to explode or something if he held them too close to his body.

He was almost done when he found a familiar Quidditch jersey. He looked at it in shock. Hadn't he just put her jersey into her trunk? He flipped it over and was shocked to see the name "Potter" on the back, he looked at it in confusion, how had she gotten this?

"Gin?" He called to her; she looked up from the pictures and flushed when she saw what he was holding. He held it up.

"Is this mine?" He asked. He knew it was, it had his name on it, but he was confused, How did she get it? Hadn't he left it at Privet Drive? He left all of his stuff there that he hadn't needed for their hunt for horcruxes. So how in the name of Merlin did Ginny have his jersey?

She face flushed a dark red and she suddenly found her self very busy, organizing the stack on papers in front of her so they were in a perfect pile. She turned as red as the scarlet robe robes that he was holding up and she nodded.

"How in the name of Merlin did you get this? I thought I left this at Privet Drive with the rest of my things."

"Oh, um, you did," she said, he could hear the embarrassment in her voice but he continued.

"Then how did you get it?" he pressed her further.

"Well, after you three left, Dad and Kingsley went to your old house and moved all of your belongings to the Burrow. They put it all in the attic since the ghoul is in Ron's room." She wouldn't meet his eyes and her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. "We weren't sure if the Death Eaters would go back to your house, and I thought you might want your stuff when you were done with your adventure."

Harry smiled, and he got up and walked over to her and sat down next to her taking her hand in his, "That still doesn't explain why you have it, Gin," he said softly.

She looked up at him and if possible, her face grew even redder and she groaned internally.

"I-I went up to the attic one night when everyone was sleeping, and I went through some of your stuff," she said looking at the ground, playing with the hem of shirt. "I took the jersey, it smelled the most like you, and I wanted to have a piece of you with me when I came back to this hell hole that we call Hogwarts. I didn't take anything else though, I promise," she whispered to him, she hesitated then she continued, the words coming out in a rush, "I would sleep in it and it made me feel closer to you, it made me feel like you were here with me, and it made me feel like I was safe, even though I knew I wasn't," She whispered the rest of it staring intently at the ground as if her life depended on it, she wasn't sure what his reaction was going be and she was kind of scared what it might be.

He put his hand on her chin and tilted her head up so he could look at her. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, tracing patterns on her cheeks where the blush was kind of splotchy, "you're upset?"

She looked at him, "You're mad aren't you? I mean, I didn't ask if I could take it."

He smiled down at her, "Why would I be mad? I'm so thankful for you and your family, I've grown up with the Dursley's and they weren't exactly what you would call a loving family. Of course I don't have an issue with you taking it. It makes me happy that you had it, I'm glad that it made you feel safe when I wasn't here to do it. I was just confused with how you got it."

"So, you're not mad?" She asked with a small smile.

He laughed softly, "No, I'm not mad, you can keep it," he leaned down and kissed her lightly before standing up. "I'm going to finish up; we have to be in the Entrance Hall in 20 minutes."

She smiled and nodded, her face slowly turning to her normal pale and freckly self.

They continued to throw stuff into her trunk for another 10 minutes and then they were done. Harry closed the lid on her trunk and levitated it down the stairs with Ginny following behind him.

"Harry I can carry my own trunk," She said indignantly, but her voice faltered when she saw the look that he gave her. She watched as he pulled out her wand and muttered a spell then slipped his wand into his back pocket.

"What did you just do?" Ginny asked.

He picked up her trunk one handed and grabbed her hand with the other. "I made your trunk feather light. Come on, we need to get downstairs before your mother murders the both of us."

He led her through the portrait hole, and they made their way to the Entrance Hall hand in hand.