Sirius's mouth dropped open when he saw her standing in the bathroom with his shaving razor in her hand and a bleeding cut on her leg. Ginny whirled around, her mouth agape. He ran to her and took the blade from her hand. She took her hand away from below her cut and let it flow freely onto the bathroom tile. The bleeding slowed and Sirius shook his head. His dark eyes scanned over her leg...the new wound, and many other healed cuts that were barely visible.
"Ginny...! What the fuck?" His voice was hoarse and tears sprung to his eyes when he noticed that Ginny was on her knees in the small puddle of her blood with her head in her hands, sobbing. Her small body convulsed as she cried. He tossed the razor into the sink and knelt next to her. Placing his hand on her back, Sirius tried to soothe her. She looked up at him and he wiped tears from her wet cheeks. Then he stood up again and reached into the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out disinfectant, a large cloth band-aid, and a cotton ball. The whole time he poured the rubbing alcohol onto the cotton ball, Ginny's damp blue eyes watched him closely. He scooted her closer. Pressing the cotton ball against the cut, he heard her hiss in pain.
"It'll hurt..."
"Thanks for warning me so soon," She whispered sarcastic-but-dry-ly, waiting for him to finish cleaning out the wound.
"Welcome," he replied, his voice hollow.
He applied the cloth bandage and picked her up in his arms. His mouth set in a tight-lipped scowl, Sirius carried her to his adjoining bedroom. He placed her on the bed and moved to his dresser. After removing one of his button-up shirts, he threw it at her and sat on the window seat with his head down and his hands in front of him. His stony gaze went over the pinprick spot of Ginny's blood on his hand and he wiped it on his pants, huffing. She whimpered and quickly undressed, not worried about him seeing her naked. She then pulled his shirt over her head and adjusted it. It was very big on her and covered her hands and knees easily. Emitting another whimper, Ginny climbed into his lap and put both her hands under his chin to lift it. He allowed her to and stared at her. In his eyes, this was such a tiny, delicate creature that was perched in his lap and his eyes once more blurred from the salty liquid that threatened to fall from them.
"Why, Baby?" He mumbled, moving her hair out of her face.
She began to cry again. "I dunno, Sirius, I really don't know!" Her face was pained, tear-stained, and pale as the full moon outside the window behind them.
"This isn't the first time you've cut yourself, is it?" She didn't say anything. "Answer me Ginny." She still wouldn't speak. "Please..." He whispered.
"Yeah..." Was her weak reply, and she nodded slightly. Ginny slid off his lap and lifted up the hem of the shirt she was wearing to reveal every inch of her legs. Many thin scars were scattered over her thighs, where she'd cut herself before.
"Whoa." His eyes widened at the amount of scars she had. "Ginny, do know what that's called?" She shook her head. He said, "It's called self-mutilation...you're a 'cutter' Ginny..."