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A/N: jumping jacks! I haven't updated this fic for way too long and it's actually my personal favorite…I love dark stuff…anyway thank you for being patient and didn't send a flying curse at me.

Chapter Six

Last Call for the Broken Hearted

"Where did we stop last time?"

"I talked about my brothers and then you nosily insisted to ask irrelevant questions about my mother and me." She said dully and played with the quills lying on his desk. "Which is still none of your business so don't bother to ask me again."

"Why did you try to kill yourself?"

"How do you come up with these questions?"

"I'm a therapist Ms. Weasley it's my job to ask questions."

"Aren't you a healer?"

"Yes I'm a Healer but I took and extra time and studied muggle Psychology and you always answer my questions with another questions."

"Why would I ever do that?"

"Distract me so I'll forget the question I ask you which you still haven't answered."

"Remind me what the question was again." she smiled an angel like smile. "I tend to forget things."

"I asked you why you tried to commit suicide."

"You know you're the first person to ask me that question?" she looked at him with her big coffee colored eyes. "Even my brother Ron who works here never asked me that, not even once since he brought me here."

"Distracting or running away from the subject won't help neither of us."

"You're so much like Hermione sometimes that it makes me want to toss something at you."

"Hermione is Ron's wife, your best friend?"

"You can say that but we haven't talked in a while."

"You had a fight?"

"Sort of, you can that most of it was my fault."

"Was she visiting you on a regular basis, before you had the fight?"

"Yes." Ginny's leg began to move fast and she felt very uncomfortable. "Why do I have to talk about her?"

"I understand that you had an episode as a result of your fight that led to Hermione leaving you brother." He tried to find her eyes but she avoided him and twitched in her seat. "Do you feel responsible?"

"Of course I do but it's her fault I had to fake the episode and get Ron to take her away."

"Why is it her fault?"

"She was being nosy and I hate nosy people." She saw by his expression that he was dissatisfied with her answer. "She wanted me to let my mother visit and didn't give up even after I said no."

"You said you faked an episode to get your brother to take her away you do it often to push people away or to get what you want?"

"What? Are you crazy?" her eyes bulged and spat angrily. "I had to fake it or else she would have made me to allow my mother to come."

"How was your relationship with your mother before you were to be hospitalized in here?"

"It was a normal mother daughter relationship."

"Define normal."

"We fight, we laugh and she takes care of when I'm sick, I help her around the house, and she always defends me when one of my brothers teases me or not allowing me to join them for a Quidditch game, you know this kind of stuff."

"You're talking about her in present time while in reality you haven't exchanged a word with her for almost two years." He smiled at her a knowing smile. "Have you ever fought with her?"

"Almost every day it wouldn't be normal if we hadn't." she gazed at an invisible spot on the wall. "But we always forgive each other. She's the only mother I'll ever get and we love each other."

"Then why aren't you willing to forgive her this time?"

"Because she thinks I'm not healthy for myself and that I put myself in danger because of my overly emotional reaction when Harry left three years ago."

"How did you react to Harry's departure?"

"Naturally I didn't want him to leave." She sighed heavily and went on. "I was afraid I'd lose him again."

"Again?"

"Yeah again. He left me once to go after Voldemort and fulfill his destiny." She rolled her eyes and this and continued. "I had to let him go the first time but the second time was just stupid and unreasonable."

"Unreasonable in what way?"

"He was done with chasing the bad guy and it was the right time for us to have our chance."

"Sounds kind of selfish don't you think?"

"Selfish how? By wanting to make him happy? To make him stop living a hunted life? That's not selfish one bit that's love, that's caring for someone!" her eyes were roaring fire as she bawled at him. "Selfish is when you leave because of a stupid "opportunity" over seas and leaving everyone you love shattered into pieces and letting them fall deeper and deeper to despair until they're own family turn against them and then to show up like nothing happened!"

"Do you hate Harry for leaving you?"

"Why should I hate him?"

"He was being selfish wasn't he? He left for his own good and everything crashed down as you just described so ardently."

"That doesn't mean I should hate him." She felt all confused all of a sudden but recollected herself soon enough. "I'm might be angry at him I could never hate him."

"Then why do you hate your mother? And you can't say that what she did was out selfishness since what she did was for you and for your own safety."

"I never said I hate either but what she did is unforgivable. I was fine! I was doing perfectly fine-"

"Trying to kill yourself, Ginny, isn't something that should be labeled as fine-"

"So I had a rough time that doesn't mean I needed her to commit me here!"

"It means, Ginny, that you were crying for help-"

"I didn't want any help!"

"No, you needed it."

Ginny opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish several times but not one sound came out. She fell to her seat defeated and decided that her shirt sleeves were much more interesting then looking at the man opposite her. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel like she wants to run back home to the Burrow to her mummy and tell her to punish the mean man in front of her because all he did was telling the truth? A small hot bubble erupted in her chest. For the first time in approximately ten years she called her mother mummy even if it was only in her head. A warm tear trickled on her cheek. She touched it slowly carefully as if that tear was a precious treasure and a small sob escaped her throat and she buried her head between her hands to avoid unnecessary eye contact and even more unwanted sympathy.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked Harry as he set by the breakfast table serving him with some bacon and eggs. "You got me worried all week." She smiled warmly at him as he ate. All of her mother senses had kicked in once her last trimester began two weeks ago.

"Sorry about that, Herms." He said in a full mouth and swallowed hard to talk better. "You know me. At the end of it I'll be okay." He placed his hand over hers gave her the most sincere look she ever saw. "I know how to handle it this time."

A/N: gives you something to think about if you know how to look at things from different angles.

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