A/N Hi guys here's the next Chapter. Thanks to all those that have reviewed, please keep your comments coming I love to read what you think about the story.

Big thanks to my beta RubyGloom15a

Chapter Three

She gasped as realization dawned on her. "The headmaster, he told you what the prophecy said didn't he? It has to be you doesn't it? You're the one that has to beat him. That's why you want to distance yourself from us. You think we will be in danger." Ginny asked in a shaky voice.

Harry looked at her stunned. He had no idea how she had managed to figure that out. "why would you think that?" he asked.

So she told him about what had been written on the label attached to the prophecy, and from that what she had thought it meant. "That's it isn't it?" she asked again.

Harry sighed. "Yes that's what he told me, amongst other things." Harry said before looking at her slightly panicked. "Ginny you can't tell anyone about this."

"Oh Harry." Ginny said with a roll of her eyes. "Give me some credit. Of course I'm not going to tell anyone about this."

"Thank you." Harry said releasing a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.

"But Harry," Ginny paused until he looked at her. "Don't push me away. Let me help you. You might have to be the one to take him out, but let me help you until you get to that point."

"It's to dangerous Ginny." Harry replied shaking his head. He wouldn't let his friends get hurt any more because of him.

"Harry James Potter. Don't treat me like a baby. Have you forgotten what I went though my first year? If I can go through that at the age of eleven, I can help you now. Besides I really think I could help you more than most." Ginny said with a determined look in her eyes.

"What makes you think you could help me?" Harry demanded. "Nobody can help me. In the end I have to either be a murderer or be murdered. Who in their right mind wants to be friends with someone who has that hanging over their heads."

"I do." Ginny stated. "And I can help you because I know things about him that nobody else does. I know how his mind works."

Ginny rested her chin on her knees and whispered. "I have his memories Harry. I have his memories from before he made that bloody diary. When you destroyed the diary, his parting gift was to implant all his memories in my mind."

Harry turned to look at her as Hedwig left her perch on his knee. "Ginny," he said softly. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me? And why tell me now?"

"Because what I know could help you now. I didn't tell you before because...well because you don't know what it's like Harry. To feel used and dirty, to feel tainted and evil. To feel like your disgusting and that nobody would want to be near you, let alone touch you if they knew. He raped my mind Harry, and left me with every sick thought he had up until he made that diary. But he also left me all his knowledge." Ginny replied.

"I do know how you feel." Harry whispered.

"No you don't." Ginny replied as tears started to leak down her cheeks and she swiped them away. She hated showing weakness.

"I do." Harry stated.

He had never planned on telling anyone about his life with his relatives. He had tried to tell one of his teachers at primary school, when all he had to deal with was being locked away and the occasional beating. But the teacher hadn't believed him, and had told his Uncle that he had been making up stories. He had received the worst beating until that point in time when he had got home that evening.

Then finding out tonight, that the headmaster knew everything that had happened to him. Including the things that had started last summer. But would do nothing to take him away from the hell he endured while staying with his Aunt and Uncle's. Harry believed it was best for him to just keep things to himself. He had thought about running away this summer, but Dumbledore had told him about the blood wards around his Aunt's house, so now he was in two minds of what to do.

But looking at Ginny with tears on her cheeks, he wanted her to know that he knew what she felt. That he knew what it was like to feel dirty, used, disgusting and tainted.

"If I tell you something that will prove to you exactly how I know what you feel, do you promise not to tell anyone? I'm serious Ginny, I've never told anyone what I'm going to tell you. I don't want anyone else knowing about it." Harry said.

"I promise, I will never tell anyone what you tell me Harry." Ginny replied.

Harry looked into her eyes for a long time. Trying to see anything that said she was lying. When he couldn't find anything he took a deep breath and looked away from her.

"Ginny why do you think I don't like people touching me? It's because the only physical contact I knew growing up was when my Uncle would beat me. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years. I did all the cooking and cleaning in the house for as long as I could remember. I was nothing more to my relatives than a slave and a punching bag. Then last summer it got worse. You remember that the summer before last, I lost my temper and did accidental magic that made my Uncles sister blow up like a balloon. As you know after that happened I ran away and stayed at the Leaky Cauldron. Well when I went home after last year, lets just say my Uncle knows how to hold a grudge. I had received beatings before, but none that had left me unconscious, like the one I received my first night back did. But that wasn't the worst thing that happened." Harry shuddered at the memory and tried to keep his breathing even.

"One night a couple of weeks after getting back, my Uncle came in to my room with my cousin. I had hardly been fed anything, I was weak and had been beaten daily so I was finding it hard to move. Well my Uncle, he came over to my mattress that's on the floor, he held me down and told my cousin to...to...my uncle, he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my screaming, while my cousin he...he..." Harry paused, he was finding it hard to breathe.

What will she think of him when he told her what happened. He could feel his cheeks flaming, and the tears that had been caused by the memory of what happened, leaking from his eyes. He still hadn't looked at Ginny, he didn't want to see the disgust in her eyes, when he finally managed to tell her what he wanted to say, to make her understand that she wasn't alone.

Taking a deep breath he continued. "My Uncle held me down with his knees on my shoulders to stop me from moving, and his hands over my mouth to muffle my screams. He did this so that my cousin could rape me. He raped me Ginny, and I couldn't do any thing about it. I'm a wizard for Merlin's sake, and I was to weak to defend myself from being raped, by people who are suppose to be my family. So yes Ginny I know exactly what it feels like, to think that your dirty, disgusting and tainted."