The Hogsmeade Train Station was filled with smoke and students. It was the day Ginny had been waiting for. It was the day they would return home for two weeks. Two weeks that she'd get to spend with Harry. She was the first one on the train along with Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Hannah.
"I can't wait to finally go home! Rolf told me that he found another species; he said they're like Narghals but have qualities of Wrackspurts. We both agree that maybe a Narghal and Wrackspurt mated." Luna said in her dreamy voice. Neville and Hannah had been quiet all morning and Ginny thought she knew why.
"So, are you two a thing now?" Neville paled and so did Hannah.
"What are you talking about?" Neville asked quietly.
"Well, all year you two have been blushing at each other, staring at one another and having long, long, long conversations. Have you two finally realized that you should try and go out sometime?" Neville glanced at Hannah who was turning bright red.
"Um, yes we've thought about it. And we might be…" Hannah said trailing off.
"How can you might be? It's either your dating or your not. Pick one." Ginny now was getting full on frustrated that her friends were circling the drain.
"Okay, we are. We have been for a while now we just never told anyone." Hannah finally burst. Neville finally smiled for the first time that week.
"Perfect! And Luna are you and Rolf a thing too?"
"Yes, we've been a thing since summer. Unlike some, I don't go flaunting my opinions or feelings." Hermione snorted. "What?"
"Oh nothing, Luna. I'm just happy that everyone here finally found the right person. Now its Christmas and we can spend it with the people we love!" Neville and Hannah intertwined their hands while Luna picked up a copy of the Quibbler. And Hermione took out Hogwarts a History: Year Seven. Ginny sat there in silence at first because she had no clue what to do. She was definitely not going to read. That's what schools for and their on break now. Instead, Ginny took out the letters she got from Harry a while back. She couldn't believe how much longer they got once she got further into the year. There were ones where they were completely uplifting like the one about the valentine and there were ones that broke her heart like the one about him being sent off on an auror mission. But they were all from him and that's all that mattered.
Finally they were there. At Kings Cross Station. In about minutes, Ginny would be face to face with the man she loves. Face to face with the heart melting green eyed and beautiful black haired man whom she loved. Hermione and Ginny got off the train and grabbed their trunks.
"I can help you with that." A man's voice said from behind Ginny. But Ginny was in such a rush she didn't have time to comprehend the voice.
"No I think I have it, but thank you sir…" Ginny turned around and saw the sight she was about to go searching for. Harry Potter. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. She took in the polish of the broomsticks, the grass on the Quidditch Pitch and the lemon shampoo scent that she had been longing for, for about four weeks. "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry I didn't mean to be so rude to you….Wait a minute," Ginny let go and looked at her boyfriend, "Yes sir, you can help me with my trunk!" Harry laughed.
"Well, your mum sent Ron and I to come and pick you girls up and bring you back to the Burrow. Ron didn't want to come, believe it or not. I don't think that it has anything to do with Hermione more that he thinks he can steal some food when your mum has her back turned." Ginny laughed at Harry's though. He really knew the way the Weasleys think.
"Well, where's Ron, wait, where's Hermione?" Harry took Ginny by the shoulders and spun her around to see her best friend and her brother snogging like mad. "Okay, never mind. How about let's go before that turns into something else in the middle of a train station." Harry's face paled at the thought of his two best friends doing that in the middle of a crowd of people…actually the thought of them doing that at all just made him feel nauseous.
"Oi! You two, we're going home now. So either come with us or find a place to apparate on your own!" The couple parted with glares being shot at Harry and Ginny.
The Burrow still had the same home feeling when Ginny walked in it for the first time in months. It looked as if nothing had changed. The coat rack still had old coats hanging on it that no one ever used. The door mat was still there with the dirty foot print imbedded on it. And it still had the same smell of delicious meals and apple spice that Ginny always loved. The four walked into the living room where her father was on his rocking chair with an issue of the Daily Prophet in his hands, his brothers George and Percy were playing wizards chess on the coffee table while Bill and Fleur sat snuggled together watching the fire.
"Hello, everyone." Ginny said quietly but loud enough that they could hear her. But no one responded back. "Hi?" Ginny said a bit louder again no one responded. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
"GINNY LANGUAGE!" Molly yelled from the kitchen. Ginny walked into the kitchen to greet her mother.
"Hey, Mum." Her mum looked up from the frying pan and ran over to her daughter, grabbing her into one of her infamous Molly Weasley hugs.
"Ginny, dear, I've missed you so much. You never wrote to me! Only to Harry and Ron. Which I'll have to talk to you about later." Molly said pointing her finger up at Ginny.
"What are you talking about, Mum? I mean I know I never wrote you but what's wrong with me writing to Harry?"
"Just something that Charlie and George find amusing that humiliates you and Hermione as well." Ginny only knew where this was heading. George and Charlie must have read it out loud to the family. Curse them. "But it's nice to have you back!"
"If it's nice to have me back then why is Dad, George, Percy, Bill and Fleur ignoring me?"
"They think they all can play a practical joke on you two or something. I for one will not be apart of such silly games." But Molly was cut off from George's voice being heard from the living room.
"MUM YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL HER! NOW YOU'VE RUINED THE PRANK!"
"GEORGE, THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR SILLY PRANKS. YOU'LL HAVE ENOUGH TIME DURING THESE TWO WEEKS BUT FOR RIGHT NOW JUST COME OFF IT!" Molly yelled back to her son. Soon the group of men and Fleur came into the kitchen to properly greet Ginny.
"I dident' vant to plaee azong boot Beel, made me. I am verzy zorry."
"Don't worry about it, Fleur. After living with them for about seventeen years, I've gotten used to it."
"So, Gin, how has it been these last few months? Have you missed me? Dad? Mum? Harry? Or Harry's lips?" George asked with a mischievous grin planted on his face.
"Bugger off, George. Anyway I've seen Harry's lips in the past few months so I haven't been missing them all that much." George paled but all you could hear was Percy and Ron in the background saying things like 'oooh burn' or 'are you going to put ice on that burn George?'
"Gin, can you leave me out of this, please?" Harry asked pleadingly.
"Wait a minute, where's Charlie?" Ginny asked the room filled with people.
"He went to Gringotts to get paper work on all of our balances." Percy responded.
"Why?"
"An anonymous wizard or witch donated a lot of galleons to each of us. You included. We're still trying to figure it out but we believe it was Harry. But none of us can crack down on how he did it." Bill said glancing at the man in question.
"I never said I did it and I never said I didn't. I said until you have full proof, anonymous donor will stay anonymous." Harry said shortly.
"I think I have an idea on how he did it." Ginny said smiling largely. Harry paled; he was in for it now. "I think he met with Kingsley after the battle to discuss his financial records and what not. I think out of the goodness of his hearts he donated the money to each of us. Then asked Kingsley for it to be an anonymous donation. Though the money probably didn't put a single dent into his savings." Everyone turned back to Harry to see if it was true. Harry just nodded.
"What? How did you get it right on the first try?" Bill asked accusingly of his younger sister.
"Because I was there when he did it. He brought me with him to the meeting and donated the money in front of me."
"But that's cheating! I say she's disqualified from the bet." Ron said pointing accusingly at his sister.
"Oh, well you already have the word for word answer. Now no one wins, I think I should be the taker of the galleons. Thank you very much."
"I'm not giving my money to that little witch!" George chipped in.
"Okay, state the rules of the bet." Ginny said with a smirk on her lips.
"That you have to guess the right scenario of how Harry donated the money to us." Bill said in monotone.
"And did I do so? Because ask Harry, I was right on target!" The men in the room looked around, then took out their galleons and handed them to Ginny. "I thought so." Ginny said before carrying her trunk up to her room.
"Harry, your bloody psycho to be dating her!" Ron said patting his best friend on the back.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! I ABSOLUTELY REVOLT AGAINST TAKING MONEY FROM YOU! THAT IS YOUR MONEY YOUNG MAN AND I WILL NOT TAKE IT! I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT PLEASE PUT IT BACK INTO YOUR ACCOUNT!" Molly shouted at Harry.
"Mrs. Weasley, I swear it didn't do anything. I was going to give you more but then I thought that you lot were already going to scream at me for this amount why give you guys more? But, seriously I needed to get rid of that money….I still need to get rid of more so I can start buying groceries for everyone…for the next ten years! How does that sound, eh?"
"No, Harry. We don't want to take money from you because that's your money. We don't deserve money from you because we've done nothing to earn it." Arthur said firmly.
"Mr. Weasley, you took me in as your own since I was twelve, you all put your head on the chopping block for me time and time again. I don't need that stupid money. I didn't even need the money my parent's left me. Then I got all this money from Sirius and Remus and The Lestranges and ….Voldemort." Harry shivered at the thought of the money that was used to be in his possession.
"Can you tell us how much you have so it won't make us feel bad, please?" George asked quietly.
"It's somewhere around 996,000,000,000,000 galleons. WAY too much for me. Do you know anyone who needs money?"
"Harry, I guess we're going to lose this battle aren't we?" Arthur said looking down at his feet guiltily. Harry nodded. "Well, I guess we'll keep the money even if it does feel wrong."
"Thanks Harry." George, Percy and Bill said in unison.
"Mate, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ron asked before walking into the foyer.
"What's wrong, mate?" Harry was worried what Ron was going to tell him.
"Well, I don't think I need that money. I mean, I got called in for a meeting with Kingsley and he told me about my financial estate. He told me that the Wizarding World wanted to recognize me and that they donated money to me. They didn't donate to you because Kingsley said they donated the money after your meeting and you didn't want anymore money."
"He got that right. But Ron I wanted to give you that money because you came with me."
"I know mate, but Hermione and I got a lot of galleons, neither of us need that money. How about you give it to my family? I mean I'm trying to get rid of my money too. I gave some to them too, but it was after you gave it to us so I didn't donate any back to you. I'm sorry that's bias of me isn't it?"
"No, I don't want any money. I'm not offended at all. But just out of curiosity how much did they reward you with?"
"Both, Hermione and I received a deposit of around 300,000,000,000. All from death eaters vaults. They lost everything when they were proven guilty. It feels dirty having this money. I used to dream of being rich but now I don't really like it."
"I know what you mean, mate."
"Okay, so are you going to redirect the deposit?"
"Well, mate, as of right now it's your money so you have to make a whole new deposit. Not me." Ron clapped his hand on his head and mutters some offensive terms to himself. "How about let's get back to everyone. Ginny is probably about to bat-bogey hex you because she thinks your going to give me some kind of brother talk."
"I can only imagine what that means."
"Harry, let's go out in the field." Ginny whispered in Harry's ear after dinner. Bill and Fleur had gone home, George and Percy returned to their flats and Ron and Hermione were busy in a game of wizards' chess. Not to mention her parents who were in a deep conversation with Charlie about the ministry. The couple took a blanket with them and walked into the dark night that was lit by the moon.
"So, why'd you want to come out here?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I dunno. I think I just wanted to talk to you in private and without family distractions." They walked to the end of the field that was lit the most by the moon. "Let's set up, here." Harry lied the blanket down on the grass. Ginny plopped down with no care about how it made her look.
"Why do you seem so down?"
"Nothing…" Ginny looked up at the North Star that shined bright.
"Ginny, don't act like nothing is wrong. If there's anything I've learned about girls in my six months of being on the run with one, is that 'nothing' means something."
"It's my first Christmas without him. It's too hard for me to handle. Mum already had made him a Christmas sweater back in April and he's not here to get it. Everyone is trying to keep their mind off of him with other subjects but they can't. I can't." Ginny's voice started to crack as tears started to glisten down her cheeks. "I don't know what to think. He died too young. He always talked about raising a family and teaching them the pranks that he and George always pulled but he can't act on that dream because it was taken away. Why did he fight? Why couldn't he have just stayed home with me? It's my entire fault. He told Mum that if I stayed he'd stay with me but I insisted on coming. I'm the reason he's gone." Harry wrapped an arm around her and let her lay her head on his shoulder. "I wish I never fought but if I hadn't, many more death eaters would still be on the loose. It's like I had to choose between my brother and my world."
"Ginny, a wise girl once told me that you can't change what happen. No one blames you and it is most definitely not your fault. Gin, you did what you thought was right. I do that too and sometimes things don't pan out how we plan. And the ones that we love never really leave us. We'll see them again, plus Fred is in a better place, trust me, I know this."
"How do you know that for sure?"
"I've seen it. It's a nice place really. I just didn't go because of one specific reason."
"And what was that?"
"Well I didn't want you to deal with Voldemort on your own. I knew how to take him down but I wasn't sure if anyone else knew. So I stayed. Then when I heard you scream when I was carried out from the forest, I knew I didn't just stay for that reason. I stayed so I knew for sure that you wouldn't get hurt…or get with someone else." Harry's voice trailed off. How could he be so selfish? Here his girlfriend was, crying her heart out and he was sitting there talking about himself.
"I love you, Harry." Ginny said into his shoulder. Maybe he did do something right.
"I love you too, Ginny." Harry kissed her hair and pulled her closer.
"Do you think he knew…about us?" Ginny asked quietly.
"He did. I remember him asking me how good of a kisser you were last summer."
"What did you say?" Ginny said looking up into Harry's eyes.
"What do you think I said?"
"I think you did what you do when I come up in conversation with my brothers. I think you stayed silent and cowered down to him."
"Well, you're absolutely correct. I stayed silent and he laughed at me. It was quite embarrassing."
"You deserved to be laughed at." Harry snorted.
"Yeah, I deserve a lot of things and I don't deserve even more." Ginny was taken back by Harry's voice. Did he seem mad?
"What don't you deserve?"
"A life, happiness, you. I deserve to be tortured, hated, and uncared for."
"I don't understand how you can think like that. I mean, you've always thought like that since I can remember, I just don't get it. Wait a minute; they say people act like that if they have a rough childhood. As much as I believe your childhood was rough with your parents not being there but, the Dursleys took care of you…didn't they?"
"On certain circumstances…I guess they might have."
"Harry, it's either they did or they didn't."
"It's not that big of a deal." Harry seemed a bit short on the topic.
"Harry, you just said that when a girl says 'nothing' it means something."
"Well, I'm not a girl and I didn't say 'nothing'."
"Well you're as close to a girl as they come and technically you almost said it was nothing."
"Oi, I'm not even close to a girl."
"Yeah, yeah, so what did the Dursleys do?"
"They didn't do anything." Harry said raising his voice a little and bending the truth.
"Wait, they didn't do anything to you or they didn't do anything at all?"
"More of the second one."
"Harry, you're going to tell me about it now. I don't care if you don't want to, but I'm sharing my story tomorrow when the family comes back. And you're not telling your story to the whole bloody family so either tell me now or prepared to be hexed."
"Fine, I was an abused child, okay? Happy now?"
"Not at all. Now what do you mean abused? Did they hit you? Starve you? Exclude you?" Harry just nodded his head. "Which one?"
"All of them. They hit me when I didn't listen, they starved me when I made mistakes, and I was always excluded from a 'family' dinner."
"Why would they do that?"
"I wasn't technically family. If my parents never died, I wouldn't know who they were because my mother was completely shunned away once she was found out to be a witch. Uncle Vernon didn't believe in nonsense, such as dreams, or magic, or not neglecting an orphan child."
"That's nonsense? Nonsense is saying anything is impossible. Magic, dreams, a happy Harry Potter makes more sense than anything else on this bitter world."
"Not in the Dursleys home. I once brought up a dream I had of being held by a redheaded woman then seeing bright flashing lights, and then later seeing a flying motorcycle and I wasn't fed for a month."
"How did you survive with no food for a month?"
"Easy, I waited until they were asleep then I snuck into the kitchen and stole some snacks."
"And they never heard you come down the stairs?"
"I didn't have to go down stairs. My area wasn't upstairs."
"Area?"
"I didn't have a room, Gin."
"Then where did you sleep?" Harry paused for a moment then looked down at his shoes. He didn't want to answer that.
"Under the stairs…"
"UNDER THE STAIRS? YOU MEAN LIKE THOSE CUPBOARDS THAT ARE UNDER STAIRS? YOU MEAN THE ONES THAT NORMAL PEOPLE KEEPS OLD COATS AND JUNK?"
"Ginny, calm down. I fitted in it perfectly because I wasn't fed too much. It was perfectly fine. And it held all my clothes in it and had enough room for my small mattress. The only thing I wish I had, been a bigger blanket so that when the dust fell from the ceiling I could cover my face yet still have my feet warm."
"That's a terrible thing to wish for. That should have already been provided! When you're a kid your supposed to be wishing for toys, galleons, Santa Claus. You shouldn't have to worry about waking up with your face covered in dust."
"No, I didn't worry about my face, I remember worrying that I wouldn't reach the food in the dark. Now that was my main problem." Harry chuckled at the image of a small boy climbing up shelves to get a bag of chips.
"Harry it's not funny. How are you finding this amusing?"
"Because it's not new to me. I'm used to it. Anyways, I'm away from it now."
"Is that why you were so awkward about being here back when you were twelve?" He nodded. "Merlin's beard, Harry! Does anyone actually know about this?"
"Well Ron and Hermione know that I hated it there. I think they suspected a few things, but they don't know for sure. And I don't plan on telling anyone."
"Why wouldn't you tell anyone?"
"Because if it got leaked out into the press then there would be hundreds of wizards and witches out to get the Dursleys. They deserve a lot of things but that isn't one of them."
"Bloody hell it is. Those arses deserve even worse!" Ginny was sitting straighter and was looking directly into Harry's eyes.
"Ginny, calm down. Once I outgrew my cupboard, they moved me into a room. See? Happy ending."
"I don't believe that ended anything."
"Well, it didn't but I was happier, the end." Harry stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, it's dark and there might be death eaters on the loose. I don't feel like dueling today." Ginny reluctantly took it and started to walk with him.
"Now, who's going to explain why we left the house. I think you should since you are the gentleman in this situation."
"Oh really? Well I think that you should because you have control over your brothers and maybe you'll stop them from murdering me."
"Oh, come one, nothing happened. Not even a snog. They'll be fine."
"Ginny these are your brothers we're talking about."
"True."
"It's Christmas Eve. Times moved by so fast."
"I know."
"Harry, do you ever wonder what it'd be like in the future?"
"Sometimes…why?"
"Because, ever since we got together I always wondered what the future holds for us." Ginny looked at her boyfriend with the same hard expression as the night when he kissed her for the first time.
"I think that's for us to see. I think that thinking of now and living our lives will decide our future. I think that it's something that time will tell." Ginny nodded. She understood what he meant. But she was really hoping for him to say that his future life would consist of her.
"Do you think we'll be together for ever?" Harry's smile faded for a moment and Ginny panicked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that, I'm so sorry. You don't have to answer that, really. I was just speaking my thoughts." Ginny's words grew faster the more she panicked. That question could ruin her relationship.
"I think we will if you want me to hang around that long. I'm in love with you and I can't help it. Not that I want to help it. Ginny, I think we would if you agree to be. But as of right now, I don't have a ring or your parent's permission, I'd rather live our lives a little bit and settle down some more before we take the next leap."
"I totally agree with you. I'm happy you feel the same as me. But when I tell you lot about last year that might all change…" Ginny looked out the window at the view her room provided her.
"Gin, nothing can change it. You're alive. You must have done something right to be so." Ginny glanced at him then stared at her Holyhead Harpies poster that was across the room.
"You know, ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to play for them. If I could, I think my life would be complete. I mean, I already have the man of my dreams since I was ten and I have the money that I never had as a child. I think if I play for them, every one of my dreams would come true…well except one but that's for a later time in my life."
"What's that?"
"Starting a family; you know, like children, in a house, with a peach tree in the front garden."
"That sounds lovely."
"It does, doesn't it? I always wanted the life my parents had, you know, they're completely in love, with a large family. They're happy and that's the kind of life I want some day."
"Same. The only thing that they have that I won't is a normal life…and a childhood."
"I'll make sure you get your childhood, Harry. Even if it costs me the most humiliation ever."
"That's very sweet, Gin, but I think I'm a little old for that."
"No, your childhood was taken away, therefore, mentally your about six years old. So you have about six years to be a child."
"Great, so I'll be twenty-four when I finally grow up."
"Pretty much." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose to hide his amused face.
"Alright, everyone, I'm going to finish telling you all my story." Ginny announced to the room filled with people. George had brought Angelina Johnson, Percy had brought some girl named Audrey, and everyone else were there. Hermione had been reading a book while watching Ron and Charlie play wizard's chess. Arthur and Molly were both talking about how the Ministry could handle all the death eaters and Harry was holding her hand to show her that she's not alone.
"Alright, I'm dying to listen." George said sarcastically. The group of people adjusted themselves so that they were in almost the same spots when she told them in the summer.
"Well, I left off at their punishments didn't I?" Everyone nodded. "Well, um, they started to find a new way to punish us traitors."
"What was that punishment?"
"The Cruciatus Curse… But that didn't stop me."
"Can you tell us when you got it? You know like a story?" Percy asked impatiently.
"Well, it was about a month into school, and Muggle Studies and Dark Arts got a little more brutal."
"You mean Defense against the Dark Arts right?" Molly asked worriedly.
"No, Mum, Dark Arts. With the world at Voldemort's feet, the defense part wasn't necessary. Anyways, a second year girl didn't do a curse properly to another student, so, Professor Carrow crucioed her. Once I heard I went straight to the Ravenclaw Common Room to make sure she was alright. But when I came she was alone and shaking. She told me that she couldn't stop vomiting and that she was too scared to sleep. So, I gave her those antidotes for insomnia that George gave me," George nodded his head, "I was pissed. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt anymore. So next class, I went in there with a full ambition of being a bitch."
"GINEVRA WEASLEY! YOU SHOULD NEVER CARRY YOURSELF LIKE THAT IF YOU ARE STANDING UP FOR SOMEONE OR NOT!" Molly stood up and yelled at her daughter.
"Mum, it's in the past you can't do anything about it," Molly sat back down with an evil glare in her eyes, "Whenever he asked us questions I'd answer with the most innocent answer possible. They hated that. I remember the first question he asked that class was if we had ever performed the Cruciatus Curse. Everyone raised their hands but me. He asked me why and I told him that I wasn't going to if he liked it or not. He obviously wasn't too happy about it and crucioed me on the spot. It lasted around two minutes and I…sort of…enjoyed the pain…" Everyone looked at her in amazement. Did she just say she enjoyed it? Is all anyone thought. "I mean…I don't know…maybe I hated it…but I wasn't thinking straight back then. It was the last class of the day and instead of going to dinner I went straight to the Gryffindor Common Room. I think I stared at the box of antidotes for around an hour but I threw them back into my trunk. I wanted to suffer; I didn't want the pain to die down."
"You're mad!" Charlie said with concern.
"I am, aren't I? But I don't care. Soon Cruciatus Curses were just a daily activity for me. I think my record in one day was three. I think the total for the year was in the nineties but maybe in the hundreds. I've lost count."
"YOU ARE MAD!" Bill yelled.
"And I'm not denying it and I'm not regretting it."
"I can't believe you." Ron said plainly and Percy nodded along.
"Then don't. I don't care. I'll just stop telling you all my stories."
"No, you need to tell us. We are your family." Arthur said sternly.
"Well, Luna and Neville started to become worried about me. So did Seamus, Patil and Padma, Lavender, and the Creeveys. They all gathered in the common room and ambushed me. They told me they were trying to help but it didn't. I didn't feel like I could trust them, I didn't want to go back to the common room at night, I started to eat lunch alone, and I started to become a bit more careless. Whenever Luna spoke to me or talked about something in the future, I always said 'if I live that long'. I was sure that soon, they'd kill me."
"And you never tried to contact us! Never tried to get out of there?" Bill yelled at his sister but she only glared at him.
"There was no contact going in or out of the building until Harry Potter was captured. Every night I prayed that I'd spend eternity without any contact of the outer world. People started to think that this was going to be what their life would consist of forever. I don't blame them." Molly was now weeping on her husbands shoulder and Harry was paled and looked like he was going to be sick. "I think we all had enough for Christmas Eve…who wants Treacle Tart?"
"Ginny, you can't just tell us terrible things that happened then offer sweets. Are you sure you don't need to see a psychiatrist?" George asked but now he wasn't joking; he was completely serious. That never happened unless something really upset him.
"I'm fine! Look at me," Ginny waved her hands through the air beside her, "I'm alive, healthy, here…I'm okay!" Ginny left the living room and went into the kitchen. But everyone was frozen in their spots. They had no idea what to think. Was Ginny Weasley really what she said she was? Did she really get crucioed that many times? No one wanted to know the truth. They were almost positive Ginny was keeping something away from them. "Alright, pass these around…George…PASS THEM AROUND!" Ginny said handing the tray of sweets to her brother. The tray went to everyone then back to Ginny but none were taken. "Guys, stop acting like I'm some random creature who walked just waltzed into your home. Why are you guys staring at me?"
"Why are you acting like getting tortured is apart of everyday life?" Charlie spoke in a surprising manner.
"Because after a while, it became apart of my daily routine; you get up, get dressed, eat, go to Dark Arts, get crucioed, go to Muggle Studies, get crucioed, go to lunch, finish off your day with McGonagall, Sprout, and Binns. Then get caught in the halls by Alecto Carrow and get crucioed, then go to bed with out a single antidote and suck up the pain."
Silence… There was no movement, no talking, no expressions, no nothing coming from her peers. They just sat there trying to take in what she told them. But no one knew what to say. They couldn't help but be scared of what she did. She saw worse than anyone else in that entire room, even Harry and he saw death.
Silence…No one spoke, no one left, and no one did anything. Ginny was sure that they weren't breathing. It was like she had just stupefied them. She could go to the market and walk around the muggle world, then come back and they would still all be where she left them.
Silence… She couldn't take the tension, she couldn't take the suspense, and she definitely couldn't take the anxiety of what was going through their minds. What were they going to say when they get out of their daze? Were they paralyzed by her stories? What should she do? She couldn't do anything but…
"BLOODY HELL, I THOUGHT WE WERE ALL MATURE ADULTS AND COULD HANDLE THESE MEMORIES PROFESSIONALLY! BUT IT LOOKS LIKE YOU CAN'T! I DIDN'T CRY AND I'M THE ONE WHO WENT THROUGH ALL THIS, I'M THE ONE WHO SUFFERED FOR YOU ALL AND NOW I GET THE SILENT TREATMENT. THIS IS SO UNFAIR."
Ginny ran up the stairs and slammed her door. This family could be so unpredictable. They wanted to hear her stories but they get shocked when they hear them. What a plot twist. But there was only one opinion she cared about and that was lodged in the brain of one of the paralyzed men downstairs. Harry.
