"Ms.Ginny? Come on, let's watch some TV."
Ginny stood up and went to the lounge, where a couple of patients were. She hadn't said a word to any of them, what was there to say? Hi, I'm Ginny, and I almost killed myself thrice! They would love that, wouldn't they? She sat down, and observed them out of the corner of her eye, while simultaneously watching television, a wonderful Muggle device that the Wizarding community had learned to accept, and use. It was extraordinary.
She was surprised when she realized she could identify all of her fellow "friends". Hank, who looked particularly pale tonight. He was normally cheerful, wasn't he? Ginny shrugged to herself. Maybe the monkeys were haunting him again.
Stella, the girl whose right ear was crumpled, and part of it torn completely off. She had tried to tear it off with scissors, and was almost able to succeed.
David, who thought he was an elephant, and was trying to stick peanuts up his nose when the nurses were not looking.
Sad stories, really. Ginny turned her full attention to the television.
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Ginny awoke when she heard voices right outside the door. The door opened to reveal some nurses leading a very young girl, her face devoid of emotion. They entered the room quietly, thinking their older patient was still asleep.
A few seconds later, two janitors that she'd never seen before pulled in another bed, identical to hers, with that thin white blanket and uncomfortable pillow.
"Now, Ms.Allie, this will be your new room, and the one sleeping over there, Ginny Weasley, won't be trouble at all. You go and rest and you'll meet with Dr.Zabini tomorrow."
Allie nodded and collapsed into the bed as the nurses and janitors exited the room and closed the door. Ginny was about to introduce herself before Allie dissolved into sobs.
Surprised, Ginny decided not to. People didn't like being interrupted while they cried, anyway.
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"Doctor, you have a new patient, sir. Her name is Allie Burnham, she's 15, I think."
Blaise's eyebrows shot up. "Fifteen? How the hell did she wind up here?"
"She got beaten, tortured, and raped, sir, by Death Eaters, and she's been different ever since. She hardly eats, hardly sleeps, hardly moves, really. Her family decided to check her in."
"What room is she in?"
"She's Ginny Weasley's roommate."
Blaise nodded at Amelia and entered the room, where Allie was staring blankly at a wall and Ginny was still fast asleep.
"Allie? I'm Dr.Zabini."
She did not indicate she heard him or even knew he was there, all she did was continue staring at the wall behind him.
"Well…umm, I'm your doctor, and…I need you to answer a few questions."
"Fine." Her voice sounded hollow. Perhaps it was because she was. Empty.
"Why do you think you're here?"
"I was raped, attempted to kill myself a couple of times, and now I'm insane."
Rather straightforward girl, he could see.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No."
"Are you aware you have a severe case of depression?"
"I'm not stupid, doctor. Are we done here?"
Blaise was now very uncomfortable, and even though he was far from done, he decided to leave. He could do this later, when she was more settled.
"Nice meeting you, Allie."
She did not answer, but smiled slightly.
It didn't look too friendly.
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Ginny woke up and almost screamed when she saw the girl named Allie inches from her face, staring straight at her.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Nothing."
"…who are you?" She knew very well who she was, but there was no harm in asking.
"Allie. Who are you?"
"Ginny."
"…"
"…"
"Err, well, nice meeting you. You're my roommate, huh? How'd you get here?"
"According to the doctor, I have "severe depression"."
"Same here."
"…"
"…"
There was clearly not much else to say.
So they didn't say anything at all.
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Blaise decided to do his rounds, and started with Hank.
"Hey, Hank. Is it safe today?"
"Yes, it does seem so, doctor! The monkeys have all fled after you helped me talk with Jason."
Blaise did not recall doing such a thing, nor did he know anyone named Jason, but he played along.
"Great. It's time for a check-up."
Hank sat down on the edge of his bed, as Blaise was about to check his heart rate, he screamed. "THEY'RE HERE! JASON BETRAYED US!"
Hank went wild, and thrashed at Blaise. "We have to get out! We have to get out!"
"Hank! Hank, no, everything's fine, Hank, stop it-"
"We need to get out! We need to get out! Doctor-"
"No, it's fine-ARGGHHHHH!"
Blaise looked at his wounded, bleeding arm. Hank had bit him! Holy shit!
"Amelia! I think I need your assistance!"
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Ginny excused herself from her roommate by saying she needed some fresh air.
…she didn't.
Anyway, she decided to roam the corridors, since there was nothing else to do. She didn't really explore the psychiatric ward. Now was the time to. So she did.
She started with the room across from hers, Room 1247. There were shouts coming from the room, and she was curious. She looked into the little glass slit in the door, and laughed when she saw what was going on. Dr.Zabini was bleeding very much, and Hank was jumping around like a maniac, and two nurses were confused about who to help.
After she'd gotten her fill of entertainment, she moved on.
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Blaise was in a horrible mood after the incident, and decided to take the day off, which was quite understandable from his point of view. Hank refused to apologize to him, saying he'd been really slow and stubborn, and that they would've died.
Ginny eventually stopped roaming the ward when some nurse shooed her back inside her room "for her own safety". The nurses overreacted a lot nowadays.
So here she was, stuck with Allie again.
They hadn't spoken since their first short conversation earlier, so Ginny decided to initiate one now, because there was clearly nothing else to do.
"So…do you like Muggle devices?"
"They're a bit queer, but they're alright, I guess."
"…"
"…"
"Do you like salmon?"
Allie snorted. "Yes."
"Can you ask a question this time?"
"No."
"Geez, fine…how old are you?"
"15."
"Holy shit."
"Hey, loads of people my age wind up in places like this."
"But…15? What the hell happened to you?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"If we're going to be roommates, and we're going to be roommates for ages, we have to know about each other."
"Why can't we have our own rooms?"
"I guess it's one of their new ideas."
"What will that achieve?"
"Let's go ask our doctor sometime."
"Speaking of our doctor, he's pretty hot, eh?"
"Meh."
"You like him, don't you?"
"Do not."
"Whatever."
"Ask a question. I've run out of them."
"Okay…how many siblings do you have?"
There was a silence. Ginny swallowed the lump in her throat. "Umm…none."
"Same here. It's not too bad, huh?"
She didn't answer.
"How did your parents react when they realized you were loony?"
Ginny tried not to cry. "I don't know."
"Well, my parents got so worried after the accident; they sent me to a psychiatrist, who sent me here."
Accident?
"Right. Well. If I tell you what happened to get me in here, will you tell me what happened to you?" Ginny asked.
She considered it for a while, and nodded.
"Well, during the War, all my friends and family fought for the Light Side, and then…they all died. So…you know, that kind of made me feel a tad depressed." She tried to smile, and failed miserably.
"Oh…I'm sorry." There was an uncomfortable pause.
"Yeah. Everyone is. Your turn."
"This happened during the War as well, my parents are quite high up in the Ministry of Magic, so the Dark Side must have thought…must have thought…it would've been a bit of fun to kidnap their daughter, and…." She started to cry.
Ginny didn't know what to say, but she had a feeling what was coming next.
"And…rape her, and torture her, and beat her, and spit at her…and…do all these things…things that I'd never thought would happen to someone like me-"
"Oh my God, Allie…"
"And…after they were through, they laughed, and they left me naked on a street corner for someone to find me, and I….I just…didn't fight back, I didn't do anything to stop them, and I just wish that I had defended myself, I just wish it'd been somebody else-"
Allie could no longer continue.
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A/N: Oh crap, I am SO SORRY, I haven't updated in months, and I haven't let that happen since I started out! It's just that I've been so busy, with school, and with other things, that I forgot about this for a while!!! SORRY. I hope you didn't give up on me.