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Summer of Realization
Chapter two: Meet the Family
"So Gin, do you want to see the house?" Were did "Gin" come from he wondered to himself.
"Sure, I've never been in a muggle home before." she said with a smile, feeling a burning blush spread up her freckled cheeks when he called here Gin.
He smiled at her before heading downstairs, noticing her hesatant smile, her rosy lips, her slender shoulders, and the small mounds of breasts. No, Harry, no no no. She is Ron's little sister, your trusted in a house with her alone.
"Let's start with the living room," he said as he led the way into a large tan-walled room with two couches.
"Oohh, they have a fireplace," she said as she made her way over. On top of the mantle there were dozens of pictures of Dudley doing various activities, biking, fishing, on his computer, sitting with his parents. "These are odd, they don't even move!" there was a pause as she examined them more closely.
"Harry, where are the pictures of you?"
"Pictures of me?" he asked, "why would they have pictures of me?"
"You mean they don't take any pictures of you?"
"Well we aren't exactly a perfect, normal, family now are we?" He said with a sad, but also determinedly angry look on his face.
"Come here," she said sitting on one of the couches and patting the spot next to her. When he sat she took his hands and held them in her lap.
"Tell me about when you were growing up Harry, tell me everything." And he did, he told her of the cupboard under the stairs, the beatings, and the labor. He told her about crying himself to sleep when he was six, and how he always got beat up by Dudley's gang. He'd never said any of this out loud before, he had never known how.
Eventually he, as well as Ginny, started to cry. First, a few tears, that led to quiet sobs. She didn't know what to do so she gently put her slender arms around his broad shoulders, one of her hands reached up and into his black locks. She could feel his tears rolling down her neck, and she knew she was drenching his shirt, but it didn't matter.
He had never felt this way. Never felt so comfortable and loved in his life. He cried and cried, for himself, for Cedric, for Sirius, and for what lay ahead in the future. When he felt her arms around him, and up in his hair, he pulled her closer and hung on to her like he never wanted to let go, and he didn't.
When he woke up he didn't know where he was, he remembered Ginny was here and they had gone into the living room. Suddenly, he felt something shift beside him. He turned his head to see a mass of red curls. It was Ginny.
She was so beautiful he couldn't believe that he had just noticed. The way her small fist was clutched around his shirt, how her slender body seemed to fit so perfectly next to his. Then he remembered why they were here. He had told her everything. She had helped him when he hit his low, when he felt like he had nothing to live for. He had to live now, he couldn't bear if she was hurt.
She was beginning to stir. "Gin, Gin, wake up." She felt something touch her face, brushing her hair out of the way.
Then he heard the noise. It was the sound of someone opening the front door. He didn't know what to do.
"Gin, we have to go upstairs, the Dursleys are here!" He now had his hands on her hips, gently lifting her so she was on top of him and he could roll off the couch into standing position.
It was too late, he heard them enter and come into the living room.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing boy?" Vernon's large, angry face was purple with rage. Ginny, now awake, had never seen anyone so angry in her life. Harry shifted quickly to sitting position, and was quickly standing and pushing his glasses up his nose. Ginny was now sitting on the edge of the couch, ready to run if need be.
"Out Petunia, Dudley, I'll deal with the boy and his little whore." he said as he shut the door with a bang in their faces.
"IF YOU EVER CALL HER A WHORE AGAIN I'LL KILL YOU DURSLEY." Harry was shaking with rage.
"See here boy, this is my house and I will tolerate none of this nonsense, hear? Your lucky we've kept you as long-" There was someone banging at the door, followed by a grunt. The door was thrust open reveling Lupin and Tonks.
"Wotcher Harry, Ginny." said Tonks, dressed in cargo pants and a small t-shirt that said "the world needs messy people" across the front. Today her hair was a short, and spiky hot pink. "Let's go get packed, shall we?"
Mean while, Lupin, dressed in tattered brown robes, was introducing himself to a red faced Vernon.
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