Authors Notes – Sorry the severe delay, please bare with me with this. I think I'm starting to get my drive back for this story and I want to stay loyal to you guys who take the time to read my story, review and pm me with words of advice or encouragement. Or people wondering if I'm ever going to update. Anyway hope this satisfies some of you out there.

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Chapter 29 – The voices in my head

"Harry!"

Her voice echoed through his mind hitting against the walls, was it his imagination or was it really her, he lay stock still in bed hoping to understand what had just happened to awake him from his slumber. As soon as he thought the voice had arrived it was gone, and the snoring of his roommates remained, vibrating off the walls as he clenched his eyes shut before vaulting off the bed walking towards the bathrooms. After relieving himself he headed to the sinks, pulling his sleeves up to wash his hands he noticed the faint scar on his forearm shimmering in the moonlight. He lightly traced it with his finger closing his eyes against the memories that tried to free themselves in his mind, the visible scars were healing. Stitching themselves together, closing the wounds, erasing the pain. If only the scars within were so easy to heal.

The following day started the same for Ginny, still in auto-pilot mode running over and over her nightmare realising more and more that it was true. She had to face it full on, to stop hiding behind the mask plastered upon her face, she wasn't dealing with anything. Her heart didn't think it could take it but she couldn't run from the pain forever, she needed to become strong again.

She seemed to be in more of a daze than usual as she went through her daily routine, she felt Harry's presence near her that day but she couldn't acknowledge him just yet. She needed to sort her head out before she could even think about approaching him, letting the information of what she wanted to do and how she was going to do it process within her mind. She knew she needed to talk to him, not just about her demons but about his too. She had completely shut down and as the day moved on it was becoming clearer and clearer, she thought back to the past couple of months where her existence just seemed to blur together into nothing.

She walked from lesson to lesson to dinner to lesson, and as she walked along the corridor to her last lesson of the day. The corridor was deserted as she was running late seeing as she had stopped at the restrooms, her footsteps echoed around her as the stone walls crept on and on until she finally took in her surroundings properly.

A chill ran down her spine as she looked and realised where she was in the castle, the memories shot through her in a blink of an eye. The fear she felt that day running through her veins, the sound of her books hitting the ground as sickening sound of his voice hit her "Weasley" panic hit her as she spun around trying to catch the sick culprit playing games with her but the corridor still remained empty.

She could feel the heat of his breath brushing against her neck. No please, this isn't real he can't be here. I'm safe; this is my imagination playing tricks on me.

"Weasley?" She heard his voice again behind her; she spun again whipping her hair behind her.

And there at the other end of the corridor he was smirking at her sickly and possessively. The silvers spools of his eyes piecing her as he pushed the hood of his black robe down as his grin widened, creasing the skin at the corners of his mouth.

Her mouth went dry as her heart stuttered in her chest. She tried moving her feet away from him but they felt so heavy, as she turned round trying to run away from him, like she was running in quick sand. The breath in her lungs screaming out as it rattled in her ears. But there he stood again in the opposite direction as he took a menacing step closer to her.

"What's the matter my sweet, sweet Ginerva?" Came his deviant echo around her as she felt and smelt his breath assaulting her from behind and turned fiercely around, trying to remove the feeling from her delicate skin. But the corridor appeared empty, desolate. Her eyes bounced around in her sockets around the space finding nothing and hearing the beginning of thunder rumbling outside the castle walls moving close.

She stood stock still in shock not daring to move as her nerves were on edge. Keeping her eyes strictly on her surroundings she brought her back against the cool stone trying to calm her frantic heart and breathing.

It's just my imagination playing tricks on my, he's not here, he cannot be. There's no way he could be here, I'm being tricked; someone's messing with my head. Everyone's in lessons and I'm alone. There's no one here, there's no one here, there's no one here.

She chanted to herself and soon her body began to return normal, she didn't know how long she had been standing there and didn't really care but she thought it best if she just skipped her next class and head to the library starting some of her homework instead. The last thing she wanted to do was walk into her class late, all eyes would be on her and that was something she couldn't deal with, couldn't bear.

Decision made, she pushed away from the wall, collecting her bag that she had dropped at her feet earlier. Rubbing her hands over her face trying to erase the anxiety that held on tight to her skin and she made her way down the long corridor.

"Pretty girl," came his voice again and the terror rippled down her spine. Ignore it, it's not real she told herself forcing her feet to move forward until two hands clamped down on her shoulders behind her, pushing her full force into the wall not far from where she had been standing hardly a minute ago. Unable to brace herself so suddenly her head collided with the cold, rough surface. Her vision blurred as she crumbled to the ground pain shooting through her skull as the hot liquid seeped from the wound.

Her heart returned stuttering in her chest as she pushed away from the ground to gain some coordination and control over her limbs. Fear was pulsing through her trying to piece together what was happening to her, as she curled her body into a ball again the cold of the stone surrounding her. Books and her bags lay scattered and untouched as she rocked her body back and forth trying to find some explanation.

Stars fluttered within her vision as the walls turned to jelly, swaying backwards and forwards till the sensation made the nausea she was feeling unbearable, shutting her eyes and body away from the outside.

Then it struck her, like a ton of brick colliding with her chest. He must be here, he might have Harry'sinvisibility cloak and he's playing with me, trying to destroy the last little bit of me left. But if he's got the cloak, he's getting Harry. No please not Harry! How's he getting into the castle though? Is there more than just him here? Have they come back to get us, to finish us off? The panic became crippling as the dread filled my veins. I've got to find Harry; I need to know if he's alright.

As she was about to push herself away from the ground voices began echoing around her, footsteps drawing closer and closer towards her. They're here! She flung her body up from the ground, wobbling on her legs as she crashed into the wall, ripping the sleeve of her cardigan in the process. The voices and footsteps were even closer now as she pushed away from the wall tearing through the bodies around her trying to find a means of escape.

"There's no escape for you Ginerva!" Came Malfoy's drawl behind her again, as she turned his face appeared in front of her for a second before disappearing as a body walked past him. Her breath rattled in her ears as she turned away from his sudden appearance tearing through more bodies in the other direction.

"Harry!" She screamed with the little remaining breath she had remaining in her lungs, pushing more people out her way until Malfoy appeared again in front of her.

"You're mine Ginerva, all mine!" He threatened her, grasping her wrist in one hand and then her shoulder in the other.

"Noooooo! Harry," she screamed again pulling herself away from Malfoy trying to escape the maze she was trapped in.

Pushing harder and harder, willing herself to find her green eyed saviour, as Malfoy surrounded and invaded her vision. Moving without control for anything or anyone around her, he legs began giving way and she willed for relief against the demons who pulled her down into darkness.

Until a set of arms surrounded her waist from behind bringing her back to towards something solid but familiar, however she struggled not remembering who it was.

"Ginny it's me...please stop...just look at me." He spoke into her ear soothingly, before she felt her body being turned around her eyes immediately connecting with her saviours.

"It's me...Harry." He confirmed as she hung in his arm, never taking her eyes from his, time stood still as they gazed at one another. She hadn't given him this eye contact since the assault where her eyes had met his in horror as Malfoy crushed them both into pieces.

But this was different, very different; she was looking at him like she hadn't looked at him before. Like she finally realised he was still here, wanting her, loving her, supporting her. Not caring that she was dirty and tainted but beautiful and pure. And they both were safe, not just physically but emotionally, as a deep anguished sob left her raw throat as she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his body as he clung to her.

Sobs wracked her body hard and deep, pushing past the demons, relishing in the warmth of finally having his body touching her. The safe heaven she had missed and loved unconditionally.

"I'm here now...your safe Gin...I love you...I love you." He whispered lovingly to her as he picked her up into his arms as their classmates around them parted clearing a walkway for them through the corridor away from prying eyes, towards some much needed privacy and recovery time together.