A/N: I'm going to start to put who's point of view it is to avoid confusion.
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Ginny's POVI screamed. That's all I could do, but when he fainted I screamed louder. Seeing his still form lying on the ground just reminded me of when they showed us his body. I heard people moving around up stairs. I stopped screaming just as my mum came running down towards me. I stood there sobbing with my head in my hands when I heard my mom take a sharp intake of breath when she saw Harry.
She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me while she called, "Everybody, get down here now!" Dad, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, all ran downstairs.
"Arthur, Fred, contact the ministry. George, get Ron and Hermione. Charlie, see if you can figure out if this person is really him. Bill, take Ginny." Bill came up to take mom's place beside me while she and the others ran off. I just stood there sobbing into my hands as Bill muttered condolences in my ear.
Hermione, Ron, and I were all seated outside of the questioning room in the ministry of magic. The man that had fainted on our doorstep was in there. Amelia Bones had just entered the room a few minutes ago to check and see if he was awake and if he was, she would give him Veriteserum for the questioning. Amelia had become Minister for Magic when I was 17, right after they found out that Stan Shunpike wasn't really a Death Eater and Scrimgeour was fired.
She opened the door, "He's awake now, I have given him the Veriteserum so you can ask him all the questions you like. It will wear of in about an hour, so be quick." We had all chosen our questions very carefully, we made sure that they were questions only the real Harry would know the answers to, even if they had nothing to do with us.
We all filed into the room and sat down in chairs beside the man sitting up in a rather uncomfortable looking bed, staring at the opposite wall. He looked up when we came in, but he didn't seem to recognize us. His eyes looked all unfocused and blurry because of the Veriteserum. We all sat around his bed and sat in silence for a few moments.
"Can you hear me?" Hermione asked him. He nodded.
"What's my name?" she pressed on.
He looked at her and said in a monotonous voice, "Hermione Granger."
"What's your name?"
"Harry Potter."
Hermione, Ron and I all exchanged surprised looks. That definitely wasn't the answer we were expecting. Hermione looked back at Harry and said, "O.K. then, what…is your middle name?" 'Well that was a stupid question, almost every one knows that.' I thought.
"James." He answered in that same nonchalant voice.
"What did Scrimgeour want you to do for the ministry?"
"He wanted me to convince people that the ministry was winning the war and that I was approving what the ministry was doing."
Hermione asked him more questions she had thought up and he answered it them all
-surprisingly- correctly. Ron and I just looked at Hermione with amazement. She had prepared about ten questions and Ron and I only had one each.
Next went Ron and 'Harry', answered it perfectly.
Next went me. I had spent so long thinking up my question and made sure it was one that only Harry and I knew the answer to. When I asked my question, Hermione gasped and Ron froze in his seat, but none the less, Harry answered it correctly. I smiled at him, the first real smile I had shown in four years.
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and turned around to see Hermione's questioning face looking at me, "First of all, did he get it right? And second, why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Well," I answered, "I was going to tell you the next day, but then Harry disappeared and I guess I forgot about it." She shot me a disbelieving look before turning back to Harry. The Veriteserum was starting to wear of and his eyes were coming back into focus. When he looked around his eyes grew wide with surprise, as if realizing that we were there for the first time.
"Hermione?" he whispered, seeing as she was the first person he saw. She nodded with teary eyes. Harry stood up shakily and he hugged her. When they broke apart, he turned to Ron who awkwardly stuck out his hand for Harry to shake. He grabbed it and pulled him into a hug while saying, "You haven't seen me in four years, and you want me to shake your hand? I'm your best mate!" Ron pulled back and covered his nose with his hand, "You stink!"
"Hello to you to." Harry said sarcastically, "You try to go four years with out a shower and see how you smell afterwards!" Ron just grinned at him.
Hermione looked over at me, and saw that I was staring at Harry. She grabbed Ron's sleeve and pulled him out of the door. When the door closed Harry just stood there staring at it. After a few moments he said out loud, "Well that was a nice good bye."
I giggled. He spun around, looking for the source of the sound when his saw me and his eyes, once again, widened in surprise.
"Ginny." He murmured, turning his whole body to face me.
"Why did you go?" I said softly.
"Huh?"
"I mean, why did you leave?"
"Well it's not like I had much choice in the matter."
"You could have tried to escape."
"Do you know how many times I had tried to escape? Do you know how badly I wanted to see you again?"
"What happened to you?"
"He caught me."
"Well, duh, but how?"
"Well, they ambushed us. The Death Eaters I mean. We were supposed to be collecting information about a new Death Eater he had just recruited. They snuck up on us. They managed to kill the other two that were with me, but Voldemort didn't want me dead, he wanted the pleasure of torturing and killing me himself."
"Then what?" I asked in a horrified whisper.
"They knocked me out, took away my wand and brought me to Voldemort. He gloated about finally capturing the 'Great Harry Potter' and how…what was it he said? Oh, ya. How he would 'personally make sure that everyone would know the great tale of Harry Potter, but Harry Potter himself wouldn't be there to bask in the glory.' That's exactly how he put it."
I just stood there. I had been trying to picture all this in my head but I couldn't. It was too horrible.
"He locked me in a under ground cell," Harry continued, "only feeding me when absolutely necessary. He wanted to make sure that I died a slow and painful death. He came in about once every couple days. He would torture me and taunt me and make sure that I was as miserable could be."
"How?" I asked quietly, before he could carry on.
"What do you mean?"
"How…how did he t-torture you?"
"Well most of the time he would use the Cruciatus, but he had other methods as well."
"Like what?"
"Well sometimes he would use other spells to cause me pain, see?" he turned around and lifted up the back of his shirt. I gasped and clasped my hand over my mouth in horror. His back was covered in scars, bruises, and cuts; some were even still bleeding.
"That's horrible." I whispered. He turned around, lowered his shirt and nodded in response.
"Sometimes he would tell me that he had captured you, Ron and Hermione and tortured you to death. But I never believed him."
"How did you know if he was lying?"
"Because every time he kills someone I'm close to my scar hurts more than usual."
"Oh."
"Anyway, about two weeks ago, one of his Death Eaters, I'm not sure which one, came and took me out of my cell. We walked up this tunnel until we came to an opening and when we walked out of it, we were in a clearing in this forest. We traveled for hours, and after a while he got bored with watching me trip over roots, so he just levitated me the rest of the way."
I nodded silently waiting for him to go on.
"We came to a cave and we went in. Voldemort was in there, but he just told his Death Eater to leave me and go with him."
"He left you unguarded?"
"That's what I thought to, but then all these snakes appeared and I talked them into letting me escape, one even found my wand in the grass and brought it to me. When I left, I walked for what must have been at least a week. I lived off of berries I found in bushes and water from the streams that hadn't frozen over yet. Then I made it to your house, fainted and woke up here."
"Wow, I- wait a minute if you had your wand, why didn't you conjure up some food?"
"Oh ya! That was stupid of me!" he said smacking his forehead.
"Ya, definitely." This entire time we had been slowly inching closer to one another, and now we were almost a foot apart. He laid his hand on my shoulder and said quietly, "I missed you."
"I missed you to." He closed the space in between us and I finally discovered what I had been missing over the past four years. If you were standing out side the door, you would have only heard silence for a very long time.