Six months. It had taken me six months to report Theodore Nott.
Auror: Can I help you?
I should have started off with the fact I'd been raped.
Ginny Weasley: I would like to report something.
Auror: What would you like to report?
I should have mentioned the groping, the drugging, but I didn't.
Ginny Weasley: I don't exactly know how to say this, but I'm, like… I'm getting bothered.
Auror: By a man or a woman?
Ginny Weasley: A man, I mean a… a- a boy at my school.
Auror: Which school do you attend?
Ginny: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
I should have mentioned his name, the articles, his previous crimes, but I just didn't. And when the Auror asked…
Auror: Why'd it take you so long to report it?
… It all just came flooding back.
About 3 and a half years earlier, I attended my first day at school. It had always been an ambition of mine to became a Healer and I knew Hogwarts was a step in the right direction. It certainly wasn't going to be easy, getting an Exceeds Expectations or Outstanding in Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, and Transfiguration, but it didn't matter what it took, I could and would become a Healer. I just needed the kind of freedom in life which comes from dreaming big and stopping at nothing to get there. So as I arrived at Hogwarts, on the outskirts of the Scottish highlands, I noticed the grubby windows, the dark corridors, and the smell of hundreds of sweaty students hurrying to get to class. It felt like everything to me.
Ginny: Hello.
My first day, I walked up to an attractive, tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones and long, brown, slanting eyes.
Blaise Zabini: Hey.
Ginny: Can you let me know where to go for Transfiguration?
He had looked me up and down.
Blaise: First year, I suppose? Door over there.
Ginny: Thank you.
The classes were just awful. Most days I fell asleep due to exhaustion from staying up late, finishing assignments. This one time, I had to leave class early and was send to the Hospital wing when I physically couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Some days I stood in the hallways, not talking to anyone, in the hope nobody would see me. As the seventh child of the Weasley family, people expected great things from you, seeing as three of your brother's were already out, changing the world. I was about two weeks in, and I felt like the dregs of school. I questioned if I packed up and went home, whether anyone would notice. Whether anyone would care.
Professor Flitwick: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that was it for today.
My first schoolyear ended with me being dragged down the chamber of secrets, and having my brother's friend save me. From that moment on, I saw Harry Potter as my own personal hero. My second year went by, as I tried relentlessly to get Harry's attention. Dressing up nice, putting myself in dangerous situations again, in the hopes he would come save me. Most of the time it didn't work. I slowly, but surely, lost feelings for him. During my third year, I started dating some boys but it didn't satisfy me anymore. And that's when I met him. I was sitting, alone, in a pub in Hogsmeade, when I , again, got bothered by a few girls from my year.
Demelza Robins: Oy, look who it is. Stupid, dumb Ginny Weasley.
But when he approached, they suddenly got very quiet and left quickly. I haven't heard anything from them since.
Theodore Nott: Wankers, aren't they?
Ginny: Yeah, well, can't change someone's personality.
He had laughed, and seeing him laugh had made me laugh.
Ginny: Yeah, I hate that I care about their opinion.
Theodore Nott: You really shouldn't, Ginevra Weasley.
Ginny: You know my name.
Theodore Nott: It's not hard with that red hair and those freckles, yeah?
He had taken a piece of my beaming red hair, twirling it between his fingers. I wished I could say that was the first and last time he ever touched me, but I can't.
Theodore Nott: I'm Theodore Nott, by the way. But you can call me Theo.
Ginny: Ginny Weasley, but you knew that already.
I also wish I could say we left it at that, that the conversation ended and we both went our separate ways, but again I can't. In that pub, we sat for almost three hours, talking about my family, my grades, the friends I didn't have. The next words he spoke, I can remember as clear as day.
Theodore Nott: Maybe I should help you. Y'know, I could give you… tutor lessons, lend a hand to bring your grades up and help you through this year.
Ginny: Well, okay… um, bring up my grades, that is… well, that is… cool?
The smile he gave me should have send me running away, but I stayed put.
Theodore Nott: You're strange.
Ginny: Am I? Shit.
Theodore Nott: Don't worry. I don't mind a bit of strange.
Theodore Nott became involved in my studies in the next few weeks, giving me advice on how to improve my spells and how not to blow up my potions. We were studying all kinds of hours to get me into shape. Soon my spells improved and my potions were working. Even my plant knowledge had improved. And my grades flourished.
Professor McGonagall: Well, since we have a new top student, why don't you show us all how to do it, Miss Weasley?
I was exceeding in class and I couldn't be happier to have a new friend. Every weekend, I would go out with Theo and live a full life in the main private member's pub in town, drinking cocktails until the early hours, talking endlessly about how good my grades were and how many compliments I'd gotten that day. Theo was like no one I'd ever met before. A self-prescribed, clever, solitary boy, who has never felt compelled to join "gangs", such as Draco Malfoy and his groupies. A loner who does things by himself. Though he does seem fit to join in laughing at Hermoine's blood-status. Within three weeks of knowing him, he'd opened my eyes to the kind of excitement I didn't even know existed. And as we sat in that private member's pub and put the world to rights, I felt like I was gliding on the winds of change. Like this boy was dangling some keys to a secret club, and all I needed to do was take his hand and let him guide me. After a few drinks, I remember him pushing me into a toilet stall.
Ginny: What are we doing in here?
Theo: Shh, they patrol the toilets.
Ginny: Oh.
He had taken out a tiny Ziploc bag, spreading its white, powdery contents on the toilet roll holder. Taking a piece of paper and dividing the powder into two perfectly straight lines, he rolled up the paper and snorted it up into his nose.
Theo: We need to get you into Mahoutokoro. You'd definitely get a gold robe!
Ginny: Y-Yeah, that would be amazing.
Theo: Are you ready?
Ginny: Ready for anything, yeah.
He had presented the rolled up paper tube to me by that time. And I, unfortunately, took it from him. I'd never done drugs before, especially not crack, but I couldn't let him down. I had started coughing like crazy when I felt the powdery substance enter my nasal cavity.
Ginny: Fucking hell.
But all good things come to an end. Theo started showing up less and less to our weekly "study sessions", which, for what's it's worth, were more made of us drinking and smoking than actual studying. Then one day, he just stopped coming all-together and I didn't hear from him for the rest of the year. When I tried approaching him at school, he ignored me or said he was just busy. Maybe he was taking a break or needed to focus on his own grades, but it felt strange. And as my grades started faltering again and the new learning material started catching up on me, I questioned whether it was some crazy dream. Whether it even happened at all.
The new school year started, as I began as a fourth year, though barely making it.
Professor Flitwick: That's it! Feel like fire flowing through your veins! Let it take you where it takes you and CAST!
Students were dancing around the classroom, battling, casting spells, and getting hit. In the weeks that followed, I went on with my studies at Hogwarts. I remember when I got my acceptance letter for my fourth year, I almost broke down crying with happiness. But following everything that had happened, and despite becoming very close friends with Blaise Zabini, going back to a life of struggling seemed like a misstep. And as I walked around in my second-hand school uniform, pretending to be fine, I felt one of those impossible-to-articulate feelings in my stomach. I missed Theo. I missed the confidence he gave me, the feeling of relevancy, of hope that one day my life might actually lead somewhere. Now, a body in a sea of black, I felt like a nobody again. Like I was shrinking from the world just as I developed a taste for it.
Blaise: Ginny.
I had been sitting on the same bench for 40 minutes, staring at the ground.
Blaise: You comin'?
Two weeks later, to my full surprise, Theo came up to me.
Ginny: Hey, you alright?
Theo: Yeah, mate. With you?
Ginny: Yeah, but it's great to talk to you again.
Despite all my efforts, I couldn't hide cheerfulness in my voice.
Theo: How are classes going?
Ginny: Yeah, yeah, no, I'm… I'm loving it. I'm really enjoying myself.
We both had busted out laughing hearing those words come out of my mouth.
Ginny: Um, look is there a better time to chat. I actually need to go to class right now.
Theo: Yeah, I'll make it quick. How 'bout we study together again?
Ginny: What? Are you serious? I mean, yes. A thousand yeses. Of course, I mean-
The school bell rang loudly through the echoing corridors.
Ginny: Look, I've gotta go, but yes, a hundred percent.
I don't ever remember being in such a good mood. Oh well, you fall, you stand up again,… right?
October 15,1993. The first time I entered Theo's room. At that time, I found it rather nice that he was Head Boy and had private quarters.
Ginny: Wow, this place is amazing.
After surveying the quarters, we had sat down at his table, across from each other.
Ginny: Okay, so I've been trying to keep up with summarizing the new material, like we used to. And I think I've done a pretty good job.
I gave him my summaries, he quickly looked through them and then threw my weeks of hard work back at me.
Theo: It's shit.
Ginny: Oh, but, you… you haven't read it, yet.
Theo: I'll read it when it's good.
Ginny: Oh, well, maybe you could help m-
Theo: Do you wanna get high?
I had chuckled uneasily, not exactly comfortable, but, nonetheless, I agreed in the end.
Ginny: What, here?
Theo: Yeah, why not? They're my private quarters. I can do anything I want in here. We can go out and grab a drink later. Be like last year all over again.
That had convinced me. To be able to go back to feeling like the year before. Looking back, it intrigues me how I didn't see what was happening, right in front of my face.
Ginny: Yeah, sure.
We snorted crack, getting high. Well, at least I was. I wasn't used to it anymore. The year before, we'd done it more than a couple times together, but it had by then flooded out of my system. I don't remember much of what happened that night. In fact, I can't remember much of that year at all, but as I was blabbering my mouth off, Theo suddenly had sat up straight.
Theo: Do you wanna get really high?
Clearly, I didn't know what I was doing.
Ginny: Fuck, yeah.
Theo: No, like, really high.
Ginny: Fuck yeah.
He walked up to this cabinet, preparing two shots of a liquid I'd never seen before and two small pills.
Theo: Here, come sit next to me.
Stupidly, I followed his request.
Ginny: What's all this?
Theo: This is a bomb of MDMA.
He showed me the small pill.
Theo: And this is GHB. It's a relaxant. It relaxes you.
I had nodded my head, afraid I would look stupid if I asked any questions.
Ginny: Yeah.
Theo: Trust me. You haven't experienced anything like it.
Ginny: I haven't experienced anything like you, that's for sure.
I had taken the pill in my mouth and swallowed it down with the shot.
Ginny: Fucking hell. That's disgusting.
Theo: Little pain for a little gain.
The first time I came up was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It felt like a beam of divine light, shone down from space, through Theo's roof and into his quarters, exactly where I was sitting, as warm Indian Ocean waves passed up and down my body. And on that couch, Theo spoke about my talents.
Theo: You've got a big future ahead of you. A very big future.
With every sentence he said and every drug I took, I started to believe it, smell it, taste it, even. That my dreams were quantifiable. That I could almost grasp them as they untangled before me. Theo putting his leg over mine, made me sit up a bit straighter.
Theo: You don't mind, do you?
Ginny: No… Oh shit.
I started coughing as I felt the putrid taste of vomit in my mouth. Getting up was like pulling against the marionettist of my body.
Theo: What? What's wrong?
I barely had made my way to his toilet, before I started throwing up violently.
Theo: You okay?
He patted me on the back.
Ginny: I'm so sorry.
As I sat hurled over the toilet, I could vaguely remember Theo's hand on my back, going lower, and lower. He was rubbing my lower back before…entering my pants.
I'd never had anyone touch me. Sure I'd had a few boyfriends but all we ever did was kissing. So when I felt Theo's hand enter the back of my pants, and afterwards enter me, I didn't know what to do. Was this normal? Then why did I feel so uncomfortable? And why'd it hurt this fucking much!
Ginny: Stop!
Theo, to my surprise now, did indeed stop. As I was still hurled over the toilet, clenching the toilet seat trying to steady myself, Theo got up and washed his hands. I should have left, then and there, but I didn't. All I could do was stare at him as he dried his hands and went into the kitchen. He had acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, coming back with a glass of almond milk.
Theo: Will almond milk do? … Here you go. That'll sort you out.
I don't know why I said it, but I did.
Ginny: I'm really sorry about that.
Theo: It's okay. We'll go slower next time.
Next time, those words haunted me, day and night. And I would love to pretend that's as far as it went.
Theo: It's huge. Your grades have never been better.
With no thanks to you.
Ginny: Yeah, it's great. Thank you.
Theo took me through everything the professors had said, and I beamed from ear to ear as he spoke of Healer training and working in St. Mungos, Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and all these fabulous things I didn't understand, that by the time he cracked out the drugs, I said yes without hesitation. And there I was, back in the beam of divine light.
Ginny: I thought I'd blown it, you know.
Theo: What?
Ginny: This. When I threw up.
Theo: Don't be silly. It'd take a lot more than vomit for me to be put off with your talents.
Ginny: Thank you. Thank you so much. If there's anything I can do…
Theo: Just… keep dreaming.
Ginny: Oh. That's easy.
After It'd had brought up my grades, I started taking drugs at Theo's quarters almost every weekend.
Theo: Here, we'll start off with the usual MDMA.
I had fully drunk the Kool-Aid of his promises, of believing that a successful career was right around the corner. That'd I'd be a Healer in training by 18 and a worldly-known Healer by 21. All stuff he said to me before he spoon fed me the latest chemical. I went from a girl who'd never smoked before to week-long benders, high on crack…
Theo: Chase the high. Don't be scared.
And meth…
Theo: You'll reach your full potential.
And heroin… When you take enough to reach that plane where all thought stops and euphoria begins, talk of the future and fame and happiness feel almost as real as the chemicals that flow through your body. It was only a matter of time now, surely… I passed out many times in his company. I would often wake to find him lying next to me, his hands and mouth in various places as he searched around my body. Then I would stumble to the bathroom and find his putrid spit congealed around my chest and genital area. Then every Monday he was back to his cold, callous self, giving me brutal advise and making me do overnight rewrites on a comedown, while I coughed up my latest throat infection. And still, I went back.
Blaise: What? You're not spending the week off at my house?
Ginny: no, I'm going round Theo's. I told you this.
Blaise: What the hell, Ginny? Is this not a little bit strange to you?
Ginny: No, I just don't wanna go away with your friends.
Blaise: So instead you're going to a random lad's house to take drugs?
Ginny: Oh, my god. I know it doesn't make sense to you, but he's helping me with my career.
Blaise: Well, what's he done? You've been working your ass off for months. Does he even do anything, at all?
Ginny: I don't have time for this conversation.
Looking back, I blame myself for not taking Blaise's words into consideration. And Blaise, for not stepping up enough… That night, Theo presented me with acid.
Theo: I'll take half of one. You take one and a half. I'll act as your guide so you feel safe.
I took the acid, in the form of a lollypop, without reluctance.
Theo: The trick is to let the music take you where it wants to.
I remember the song as clear as day. JME, integrity. I sometimes think back to this image, me, a 14 year-old, sitting high as a kite, watching this 16-year old boy rapping along this odd grime in front of me, when somebody askes me the question: " How did you get into Healing?".
Theo: Keep telling me what you're seeing.
Ginny: Shimmering colors. The… outline of something.
Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, this clear, strong thought entered my head… He's trying to control your mind.
Theo: What's wrong?
"This man is bad. This situation is bad. Get out now."
Ginny: Fuck! Fucking hell!
At this point my memory starts failing me, as it all kind of goes… mushy.
Theo: What's the matter? What's wrong?
Ginny: I can't see. All I can see is white.
Theo: It's fine. It's fine.
Ginny: I can't see. I can't fucking see!
Theo: You're safe with me.
My subconscious, that I'd been repressing this entire time, had reared its head to shine the most obvious light on a fucked-up situation. As I ran to the door, my surroundings changed. Everything started moving and the room was spinning. The music thundering through my head, as I frantically tried to open the door, when I saw my hands. My skin had been replaced with skin-made bubble plastic. Feeling as if I would pop open any minute, I panicked even more.
Theo: What's happening to you?
Ginny: This is bad. I'm being told this is bad.
Theo: It's paranoia. You need to fight against it.
Ginny: And turn that fucking music off!
Theo: It's off. It's off.
Ginny: Agh, fuck! The fucking… Oh god! The fucking music!
Even now, I still have a few scars around my temples from digging my nails into my head.
Theo: Have this.
Theo offered me a shot GHB.
Ginny: No.
Theo: It'll help take the edge off. You've had it before. It relaxes you.
He had helped to bring the shot to my mouth, as I drank it.
Theo: That's good.
Ginny: Argh, that was strong! That was strong!
Theo: Okay. Okay. That's good. Breath into my hand. Breathe.
I vaguely remember his hand of between my breast, on my sternum, as I, as always, did what he said. I collapsed on his couch, as I roughly remember his last words before passing out.
Theo: It's okay. This is part of it. Shh.
My sense of time was brutally deranged at that time, but waking up to Theo in the exact same position, still striking my chest with his hand, I assume I had only been out for a few seconds. I passed out a few more times, but I felt his lingering hands beginning to touch my breast, then my lower stomach, and eventually my inner thighs. Everything went black again, assuming I had then passed out for a few minutes, because by the time I had opened my eyes again, my pants were off. I vaguely remember Theo walking up to his cabinet, the one were all the mystery substances had appeared from. I remember the sound of ripping plastic and latex, the sound of a belt unbuckling, and the excruciating pain when he first entered me. I remember the quiet no's that came out of my mouth, the tearing of my virginal membrane and the piercing jabs I felt against my fornix when he started moving inside of me. I thought, hoped, that maybe it was a misunderstanding like last time.
Ginny: Stop!
I remember how hoarse and weak my voice sounded. And when, after another full minute of agonizing pain, he did not stop, I realized it wasn't a misunderstanding at all.
Non-consensual sex takes many forms, including forced sex, transactional sex, cross-generational sex, unwanted touch, and molestation. Perpetrators can be strangers, peers, intimate partners, family members, and authority figures such as teachers. In any form, nonconsensual sex has negative consequences for its victims. Some risks of nonconsensual sex include anxiety, depression, social isolation, academic trouble, sexually transmitted infections, unintended pregnancy, unsafe abortion, and a propensity for risky behavior in the future. Waking up, still on his couch, I felt the comedown of the acid.
Theo: How'd you find it?
That voice. His voice. It suddenly all came back. The foul-mouthed things he had whispered in my ear the night before. When I had looked down at the couch, I could see the outline of blood, even after having tried to be forcefully removed.
Theo: You should shower. A wash in warm water will do you good.
I recall me, not in any state to answer, looking down at myself. Seeing me wearing HIS sweatpants, just confirmed things… As I stood before the stream of warm water, anhedonic, I put my hand under the stream. I then placed my body under the downpour of warm water. However, the moment the drizzle of water had collided with my vaginal introitus, I screamed out in pain.
Ginny: Fuck!
I had put my hand over my mouth, to muffle my screams of affliction, as I stepped out of the bath and sat on the edge. Despite my desperate attempt to cover up my cries of agony, Theo knocked on the door.
Theo: Can I come in?
Knowing I had no other choice, I opened the door. He stood there, towel held open, warm smile on his stupid, rabbity face. I had reluctantly walked up to him, as he covered me in one of his soft, one-hundred percent cotton towel. I had laid my head on his shoulder, and cried. Just cried. On the shoulder of the same boy who had caused this immense torment.
I would love to say that I left. That I stormed out and never went back. But I stayed for days afterwards. In fact, come Monday, I got an eye infection and lay on his floor as he bathed it in salt water. On Tuesday I fed his cat, while he studied something about Bahamuts, an Arabic whale monster whose body supposedly supports the earth. On Wednesday, I finally went back to the Gryffindor dormitories. I don't remember ever giving Blaise such a big hug when I saw him that Thursday.
Blaise: Hey, what's wrong?
Ginny: Oh, nothing. I just feel bad for how we left things.
What bothered me most was the not knowing. What happened all those moments I passed out?
Blaise: Are you okay?
Ginny: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah.
Did he ever believe in me, or was this whole thing preplanned manipulation? Was he sober the entire time? And what was he getting from it? Was it simply desire to corrupt? To achieve whatever his sick mind wanted to achieve? Was that the turn-on, to ruin my life?
Ginny: D'you wanna watch something, or so?
Blaise: No, hey, tell me what's wrong.
Ginny: I... I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling it today.
Blaise: That's the same thing you said yesterday!
Ginny: Yeah, well, maybe I need to take a break from it all.
Blaise: What? A break from talking or from me?
Blaise had acted as if I had just broken up with him. I just needed a break from all the questions. I now understand that if I would have just told him, then and there, what had happened at Theo's, I wouldn't have risked our friendship. When I hadn't answered him, he obviously assumed the worst.
Blaise: Wow.
The door slammed shut behind Blaise, and I had laid back on the couch inside his quarters.
After me and Blaise stopped talking, I fell to pieces. Now all that was left to do was stare at the memory of what happened. I started to feel this overwhelming sexual confusion crashing through my body. I thought it might pass, but it became an insecurity which grew into a raging madness within me. I could never tell whether these feelings were because of him or whether they always existed deep down. Did it all happen because I was giving off some vibe I wasn't aware of? Or did what happen make me this way? I would go down the streets of Hogsmeade and would feel like everyone who looked at me would see what I was going through. Like they were peering into my soul, seeing the rape and the doubts and the confusion. Like my eyes were these windows onto the most tightly-held secret of my life. I would dream of killing him, chopping his cock off or his tongue out, whichever had done me the most damage. And burning his body to the ground. So after months of hate and anger an confusion, I was left with no choice... I orgasmed quickly, in such a way that there was no denying my desires were shifting. I was aroused 24/7 to the thought of someone manhandling me, being rough and not giving me any mercy. Every night, my thoughts called me to it. Ravishment. I felt confused. I felt angry. I felt like I was going through puberty all over again. I started having reckless sex with people of all genders in this desperate pursuit of the truth. I would put myself in these fucked-up situations where I'd almost risk being raped again in this attempt to understand the first time. Like if I'm passed around like a whore, that I might at least shed this idea that my body is part of me somehow. Like who cares if it happened before? It's happened a ton of times now, so why does it matter? … But it mattered. It mattered because this is what he wanted. This is what he saw in me all along. Then a feeling so bitter I could almost catch it in my throat, that he'd been vindicated somehow.
Now I was stuck, surrounded by pilsner misogynists so heteronormative I could do nothing but crave their approval.
Dean Thomas: -I swear, and everything was for free! I mean can you believe-
Dates and relationships by the dozen. All of which started off in the gutter of what happened.
Oliver Wood: -was the stormiest weather I'd ever seen. It was-
I wasn't interested in love. I had no capacity for it anymore. I just wanted these people to provide fucking answers…
Seamus Finnigan: -like the craziest thing ever experienced. Can you imagine it? I was flabberg-
Ginny: Excuse me, sorry. Can I.. I'm just gonna nip to the bathroom. I'll be right back, yeah?
…As I spurned and alienated every single one of them. Until I met…
Draco Malfoy: Hey.
Ginny: H- Hello.
Draco Malfoy: So how are you?
Ginny: Uhm, good. You?
Draco Malfoy: Well, I'm not exactly here to talk about me.
Ginny: Blaise send you?
My heart shattered a little when the biggest bigot and bully Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's sex god, wasn't here to see me for himself. I'd never found anything special about him. I mean, sure he was attractive but not so much that I would go out my way, like his tons of girl groupies did, to make him notice me. But seeing him here in the dimmed, warm light of a random pub just out of town, made me realize why they did it.
Draco Malfoy: Yeah, he did. Look, Weasley, he's worried about you. And he thought that if it was him showing up, you'd might flee before giving him the time of day.
Ginny: Yeah, I guess I would've.
Perhaps most bitter of all, was that I might not feel this way if Theo hadn't done what he did. With every hand-hold or lingering stare that occurred in the next few weeks, came a crushing sense of anger and shame that I was falling in love with Draco Malfoy. That I couldn't hide in anonymity anymore. He was everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Smart, funny, confident, strong. However, the more we spoke and bantered, the more all that confusion faded as he reached, seemingly without effort, into the darkest pockets of my insecurity and turned them to light.
Draco Malfoy: You have the most beautiful body, Ginevra Weasley. Should be illegal to be this pretty.
Draco saw me the way I wanted to be seen. I never told him anything of what happened between me and Theo. Draco didn't know, neither did Blaise. But when it came to the point of going to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I actually, for the first time in a long time, felt confident.
That was until I stepped I into the Auror's office. Theodore Nott was a pernicious, manipulative groomer. To admit to the Auror was to admit to him. And I hadn't admitted him to anyone yet. So when the Auror asked…
Auror: Why'd it take you so long to report it?
Ginny: … I don't know.