He couldn't breathe, he felt like the air was just out of reach as his lungs burned. Surely, he was dying, his muscles spasmed. He flailed in the darkness, vaguely he could hear someone calling his name, telling him to calm down but how could he? He was dying, maybe the person should help him. Then just as he felt like he was going to burn he felt something soft touch his cheek. Suddenly a voice floated through his ear

"You are safe Harry. Rest" then the world seemed to fade as he once again faded to darkness.

Ginny sighed; she knew Harry had endured a lot of pain but she had never seen him lose control. He was always so calm and collected that seeing him break, even in his unconscious state hurt. As she looked around, she sighed. He had destroyed the room; scorch marks adorned the walls from jets of magic that Harry had shot. Papers scattered the floor from whatever Harry had projected.

Ginny turned to Sirius who was holding a bloody nose. He had tried pinning Harry to the bed but Harry had headbutted him. In any other circumstance, it would have been hilarious. Then she turned her attention to Petunia who was being cradled by Remus. Petunia was muttering something about Vernon and for once Ginny could see that Petunia was scarred too.

Then she looked towards the twins who looked equal parts amused, terrified and somewhat impressed. As she was about to ask what they were thinking about Remus stood up.
"I'm going to get Petunia some tea and ring a healer, Sirius you need to get your nose checked out." He spoke. Sirius nodded and watched as Remus led Petunia out of the room, he then turned to the Weasleys.
"I'm going to go and get cleaned up. You three stay here and shout me if he wakes up." Then he walked to the door and left the children behind.

When he left the twins turned to Ginny
"So my dear, dear little sister-" Fred began
"Fancy telling us why-" George continued
"Ickle Harrykins shouted out your name?" they said together. Ginny narrowed her eyes
"So, Harry has just had an extreme case of accidental magic after being kidnapped and possibly tortured and all you want to know is why he yelled my name?" she seethed. Fred shrugged
"That and why you were the only one that could calm him down"
"Yeah, Sirius literally had him restrained and Remus gave him a calming potion and that didn't calm him. Apparently, your voice does the trick though." Ginny glanced down at Harry and grabbed hold of his hand, she wished she knew the answer to that. Harry seemed to never really need anyone; he was stronger than them all.
"Ginny?" Fred asked. Ginny blinked and turned to her older brothers.
"Honestly? I don't know... I..." she blinked back tears as the reality of the situation hit her. Harry was truly home. She could hold him, touch him, talk to him. She was the one that calmed him but what did that mean? Did he love her? Did she love him? Was it a fluke?
The twins pulled Ginny into a hug as she began to cry, they rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. She grabbed onto her two older brothers, trying to find some form of stability. When she finished, she took a step back, wiping her face and brushing her hair away.
"I don't think he'd ever love me like that" she admitted. George scoffed
"Do you have eyes?" he asked. Ginny looked up, offended as George continued.
"Ginny his eyes literally follow you around the room, He speaks to you-"
"How do you know that?"
"Not to mention you were the thing he'd sorely miss. Jesus Christ Ginny that boy is in love with you." Ginny stared at George for a long minute, like she was trying to soak up what he had said.
"The question is, do you love him?" Fred asked. Ginny slowly sat down next to Harry and pulled her knees to her chest.
"I... I don't know what love feels like" she whispers. The twins took pity on her
"Well, how do you feel when you're with him."
"I feel safe... I feel... good? He makes me feel like being a girl isn't weak, he makes me feel better when I am down. He never lets me talk bad about myself, he shows me every day that I am not weak and that I am so much stronger than others. Being with him makes me feel... I don't really know how to describe it... Alive. It makes me feel deranged sometimes because he never listens and nervous because he doesn't know how to keep safe." Suddenly she stopped and looked the twins in the eye
"Oh my god... I love him... how do I love him? I'm fourteen" she yelped. Fred ad George chuckled lightly.
"Ginny love doesn't care how old you are. Love is love"
"Besides the only question is who will make the first move?"

Meanwhile, Harry was screaming inside his brain that he loved Ginny too.