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As Harry's words trailed off, Ginny's face contorted in empathy. She flew her hands around him, wrapping him in a tight hug. Instead of the familiar ache of old wounds, Harry felt a warmth spread through his chest, like a gentle flame igniting within him.

"It's okay, Harry," Ginny whispered, her voice trembling. "You deserve to have a family, to be happy."

As Ginny held him, Harry's mind began to wander. He saw himself standing in a sun-drenched garden, surrounded by five children who looked uncannily like him. But as he gazed deeper, he noticed features that weren't his own - a mischievous grin, a sprinkle of freckles, a wild tangle of curly hair.

Suddenly, the children's faces morphed into a blend of his own and Ginny's. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he realized whose features they shared.

In his mind's eye, Harry saw himself standing hand in hand with Ginny, both of them grown up, beaming with pride as they watched their children play. The scene was so vivid, so real, that Harry felt his heart swell with joy.

He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy wash over him, and felt an immense pleasure course through his veins. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something bigger than himself.

"Wow," Ginny breathed, still holding him tight. "You're smiling, Harry. I've never seen you smile like that before."

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Ginny, his heart still basking in the warmth of the vision. "I think I just saw our future," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Ginny's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "What sort of future, Harry?"

Harry's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he struggled to find the right words. "I-I just meant that we'll be friends forever," he stammered.

Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's all?" she teased.

Harry's blush deepened, and he looked away, trying to hide his true thoughts. "Yeah, that's all," he muttered.

But as he recalled the scene in his mind, he couldn't help but blush again. He had seen himself and Ginny, hand in hand, surrounded by children who looked like them. It was a future he couldn't bear to share with her, not yet.

Ginny noticed Harry's discomfort and reached out to touch his arm. "Hey, it's okay, Harry," she said softly. "I won't pry. But I'm glad we'll be friends forever."

Harry smiled weakly, still feeling the heat in his cheeks. "Me too, Ginny. Me too."

As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Ginny seemed to sense that there was more to Harry's vision than he was letting on, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she smiled and leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad we have met each other, Harry."

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he met her gaze. "Me too, Ginny. Me too."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked Harry, "Tell me about your family, Harry. What was your childhood like?"

Harry's expression changed in an instant. The warmth and happiness that had been there just moments before vanished, replaced by a look of terror and sadness. His eyes widened, and his face went pale.

Ginny's concern was immediate. She had never seen Harry look like that before, and it frightened her. "Harry, I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I didn't mean to upset you."

But Harry didn't respond. He just stood there, frozen in pain, his eyes fixed on some point in the past.

Ginny's grip on his arm tightened. "Harry, please," she whispered. "Let it go. Don't think about it."

Finally, Harry's gaze snapped back to the present, and he looked at Ginny with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "You don't want to know, Ginny," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

Ginny's face was etched with concern, but she nodded. "Okay, Harry. I won't ask again. Let's just forget it, okay?"

Harry nodded, still looking haunted, and Ginny pulled him into a tight hug. "Let's just focus on the present, okay?" she whispered. "We have each other now. That's all that matters."

As they hugged, Harry felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He felt safe, comforted, and accepted. Ginny's warmth and kindness enveloped him, and for a moment, he forgot about his troubles.

But as they held each other, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been unfair to Ginny. She had poured her heart out to him, sharing her deepest secrets and fears, while he had kept his own locked away.

"Why didn't I tell her?" Harry thought to himself. "Why did I keep it all inside?"

He struggled with his internal demons, weighing the pros and cons of sharing his secrets with Ginny. "What if she judges me? What if she thinks I'm weak?"

But then he remembered Ginny's words: "I trust you, Harry." She had given him her trust, and now it was his turn to reciprocate.

As they broke apart, Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, and he saw the concern and care there. He took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Ginny, I need to tell you something," he said, his voice firm. "I need to tell you about my home life, about my childhood. It's only fair, after everything you've shared with me."

Ginny's eyes widened, and she nodded. "I'm listening, Harry. I promise I won't judge you."

Harry's gaze searched hers, looking for reassurance. "Promise me this will stay between us," he said. "I don't want anyone else to know."

Ginny's face softened, and she reached out to take his hand. "I promise, Harry. I'll never tell anyone. You can trust me."

Harry gently took Ginny's hand, his eyes locked onto hers. "Not here," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let's go somewhere quieter."

Ginny nodded, her curiosity piqued. Harry led her through the crowded streets, dodging people and stalls, until they reached a small, narrow space between two shops. The passageway was dimly lit, with only a faint glow from a nearby lamp post illuminating the area.

In the center of the passageway, a small bench sat, partially hidden by the shadows. Harry guided Ginny towards the bench, his hand still clasped around hers.

"Sit down," he whispered, his eyes scanning the surrounding area to ensure they were alone.

Ginny sat down, her eyes fixed on Harry's face. He sat down beside her, his shoulder touching hers, and took a deep breath.

"I want to tell you everything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to share all my secrets with you."

Ginny's face softened, her eyes filled with compassion. "I'm listening, Harry," she whispered. "I'm here for you."

Harry took a deep breath and began to share his story with Ginny. "I was happy once, in my own home with my parents," he said, his voice trembling. "But then, suddenly, I was living with the Dursleys."

Ginny's eyes filled with compassion as Harry continued. "I felt like I didn't belong, like I was a burden. My Aunt Petunia never showed me any love or affection, she only cared about her own son, Dudley."

Harry's voice cracked as he spoke about his aunt's discrimination. "She would always compare me to Dudley, making me feel like I was worthless. And my Uncle Vernon...he was a horrible man. He would yell at me all the time, make me feel like I was nothing."

Ginny's grip on Harry's hand tightened as he spoke about his school days. "I never had any friends, I was always left out. I had to do most of the work, and I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. It was like I was invisible."

As Harry spoke, his emotions overwhelmed him, and he broke down into tears. Ginny immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he cried contentedly on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," she whispered. "No one deserves to be treated like that. You're not alone anymore, I'm here for you."

Harry's sobs slowly subsided as he felt Ginny's warmth and comfort. He pulled back, his eyes red and puffy, and looked at Ginny. "Thank you," he whispered. "Just talking about it makes me feel a little better."

Ginny smiled and wiped away his tears. "You can always talk to me, Harry. I'm here to listen."

Harry took a few deep breaths, composing himself before continuing his story. "Aunt Petunia taught me how to do household chores from a young age," he said, his voice still shaky. "I actually didn't mind doing them, it made me feel useful."

Ginny nodded, her eyes filled with empathy.

"But one time, I made a mistake," Harry's voice cracked again. "I tried to hug her, thinking she would hug me back. But she showed so much disgust, like I was repulsive to her."

Harry's voice broke down again, and he covered his face with his hands. Ginny immediately pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly.

"It's okay, Harry," she whispered. "You didn't deserve that. You deserved love and affection, not disgust."

Harry's sobs slowly subsided as he pulled back, his eyes red and puffy. "I just wanted someone to love me," he whispered. "I was so lonely."

Ginny's face contorted in sadness. "I'm so sorry, Harry. You should have had that love and affection. But I'm here now, and I care about you deeply."

Harry's eyes locked onto Ginny's, and he saw the sincerity there. He felt a sense of gratitude towards her, for being the first person to truly listen to him, to truly care.

Harry's voice cracked as he continued his story. "I was always called a freak, useless, worthless. My family never called me by my name, it was always 'boy' or 'freak'."

Ginny's eyes widened in horror as she listened to Harry's words. She couldn't imagine how hurtful it must have been for him to be treated like that.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," she whispered. "No one deserves to be treated like that."

Harry's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I felt like I was nothing, like I didn't exist."

Ginny's gaze snapped back to Harry's face, a realization dawning on her. "That's why you flinched when I called myself a freak," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "You associated it with the way your family treated you."

Harry nodded, his eyes still downcast. "I didn't realize it until now," he whispered. "But hearing you say that word...it brought back all the memories."

Ginny's face contorted in sadness. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I had no idea." She reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and comforting. "You're not a freak, Harry. You're an amazing person, and I'm honored to know you."

Harry's voice trembled as he continued his story. "School was no better," he said. "Everyone teased me, called me names. I was always friendless, always alone."

Ginny's eyes filled with tears as she listened to Harry's words. She couldn't imagine how painful it must have been for him to be treated like that.

"Dudley and his gang were the worst," Harry said, his voice dripping with venom. "They would chase me, hunt me, and enjoy it. They never included me in any sport or activity. I was always the outcast."

"That's so cruel," Ginny whispered. "No one deserves to be treated like that."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger. "They made my life a living hell," he said. "But I never gave up. I never let them break me."

Ginny's face contorted in admiration. "You're so strong, Harry," she said. "I don't know how you did it."

Harry's expression softened. "I had to," he said. "I had to survive."

Harry's voice dropped to a whisper as he continued his story. "When I was first thrown into the cupboard, I was afraid of the darkness," he said. "It was a tiny space with a ragged mattress and a thin blanket. But I wasn't alone for long."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Harry's face softened. "The spiders," he said. "They soon became my friends."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in amusement. "Spiders? How did they become your friends?"

Harry's eyes lit up with a hint of magic. "I can understand animals, their languages," he said. "They're my only friends. I've always been able to communicate with them."

Ginny's face filled with wonder. "That's incredible," she said. "I've never heard of anyone who can do that."

Harry's expression turned wistful. "It's not something I can explain," he said. "But animals have always understood me, and I them. They don't judge me, they don't hurt me. They're my true friends."

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued his story. "I've always been able to understand animals," he said. "I named them too - like Mr. Spidy and Mr. Webs, the spiders. And then there was Spare, my sparrow family. I saved her eggs once from a snake, but it turned out the snake was in need too - she had to lay eggs. Her name was Spiky."

Ginny's eyes widened in amazement. "That's incredible," she said.

Harry nodded. "And then there was Webbles, the frog family. They were dead, so I gave them to Spiky. But what's strange is that Spiky is the only one whose words I can hear exactly like language."

Ginny gasped, her eyes shining with realization. "You're a Parselmouth," she whispered. And then she explained about the ability.

Harry's face grew worried. "Do you think I'm dark, like everyone else does?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Ginny's expression turned fierce. "I don't believe that bullshit," she said. "You're not dark, Harry. You're just... special. And I'll be your friend no matter what."

Harry's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as he continued his story. "In art class, I once made a drawing of my family, the Dursleys," he said. "I also wrote the words 'Padfoot', 'Mommy', 'Dadda', and 'Moony' alongside some spiders."

Ginny's curiosity was piqued. "What did your teacher say?" she asked.

Harry's face lit up with a smile. "She praised me and gave me some Muggle sticks, which I used to make four dolls - Mum, Dad, Padfoot, and Moony. I would play with them and talk to them all the time."

Ginny's eyes widened in amazement. "That's so sweet," she said.

Harry's expression turned bitter. "Dudley was jealous of the praise I received at school. He couldn't stand it."

He paused, his eyes clouding over. "I told my teacher about my life, and she was never seen again. I was punished for it. And when I showed the drawing to the Dursleys, Uncle Vernon tore it up, but I still kept the pieces and dolls."

Ginny's face filled with outrage. "That's horrible," she said. "They had no right to do that to you."

Harry's voice was laced with irony as he continued his story. "I remember my first exam, I scored full marks," he said. "My teacher praised me, but when I got home, I was punished for a week in the cupboard."

Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's so unfair," she said.

Harry's expression turned resigned. "It happened many times after that. I would do well in school, and then be punished at home. So, I finally stopped writing the correct answers, but I never stopped reading. I just love it, and I don't need an exam to tell me that."

Ginny's face filled with admiration. "You're so brave, Harry," she said. "You refused to let them break you."

Harry's eyes sparkled with determination. "I couldn't let them take away my love for learning," he said. "It was the one thing that kept me going."

Harry's face lit up with a warm smile as he continued his story. "I used to cook for the Dursleys," he said. "I loved cooking, so it wasn't a problem for me. In fact, it was something I enjoyed doing."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with interest. "That's great," she said. "I can't even boil water."

Harry chuckled. "It's not that hard," he said. "And besides, it was a way for me to take care of myself, since no one else would."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "I also used to do the cleaning, and gardening was a lot of fun. I loved plants, and it was a way for me to spend time with my animal friends."

Ginny's face filled with wonder. "You have a green thumb," she said. "I've never seen anyone who can make plants thrive like you do."

Harry's eyes shone with pleasure. "I just love taking care of things," he said. "It makes me feel needed, I suppose."

Harry's voice took on a bitter tone as he continued his story. "I used to get punished for accidental magic," he said. "I never did anything on purpose, but still, I was punished. Like the time I regrew my hair, or turned the teacher's wig blue, or flew to the kitchen roof, or set a Boa Constrictor on my cousin."

Ginny's eyes widened in amazement. "Those are some pretty wild incidents," she said.

Harry's expression turned serious. "That's when I started suspecting that something was wrong. I knew I wasn't doing anything on purpose, but still, strange things kept happening."

Ginny's curiosity got the better of her. "So, you didn't know you were a wizard?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, I had no idea. The Dursleys told me my parents were drunk and died in a car crash, but I knew that was false. I never saw any pictures of them, and whenever I asked questions, they would get angry and punish me."

Ginny's face filled with outrage. "That's horrible," she said. "They had no right to treat you like that."

Harry's eyes crinkled at the corners as he continued his story. "I reassured you that I already knew the truth," just as she was about to explain it to him, he said.

Ginny's face lit up with a smile. "Oh, I was so relieved," she said.

Harry's expression turned thoughtful. He told her that " My suspicion had driven me to read more and more library books," he said. "My speed increased, and I could read a book in just one to two days."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're a speed reader," she teased.

Harry chuckled. "I guess so," he said. "But even with all that reading, I still didn't have the answers I was looking for. So, I decided to try the public library, since the school library was limited to primary level subjects."

Harry's eyes sparkled with determination as he continued his story. "I used to sneak out to the public library after finishing all my work," he said. "I would read secondary level books, but still, I didn't get the answers I was looking for."

Ginny's face filled with admiration. "You were so driven," she said.

Harry's expression turned thoughtful. "I needed more advanced books, but I also needed to practice what I learned. The problem was, I had no money, so I asked the librarian for a job."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "What did she say?"

Harry's face lit up with gratitude. "Mrs. Tucker, the old librarian, offered to help me. With her guidance, I started upper-level reading and practicing at the age of 8. By the time I was 10, I had read all the subjects - science, math, social science, and many languages."

Ginny's jaw dropped in amazement. "That's incredible," she said.

Harry's eyes shone with affection. "Mrs. Tucker became my closest companion, like a grandmother. I admired her so much."

Ginny's voice was filled with empathy. "But still, no answers."

Harry's expression turned introspective. "My heart was telling me about magic, but I was unconvinced. I couldn't believe that magic could be real."

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued his story. "After some incidents, I was sure that magic was real," he said. "Then I secretly read the Hogwarts letter, but I didn't reply. More letters came, and the Dursleys were driving mad, but they didn't know I had already read them."

Ginny's face filled with amusement. "They had no idea what was going on," she said.

Harry's expression turned determined. "I wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall for help, but I had no way to send it, so I sent it with my sparrow, Spare."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you even think of that?"

Harry's face lit up with a smile. "Desperation, I suppose. But somehow, the letter reached the Hut on the Sea, and finally, Hagrid came and explained everything to me. It all made sense."

Ginny's voice was filled with wonder. "It's amazing how it all worked out."

Harry's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Actually, McGonagall never got the letter. I thought she had, but it was just a coincidence that Hagrid showed up when he did."

Ginny's eyes widened in horror as she asked, "What were those punishments, Harry?"

Harry's face paled, and his eyes darted away, as if fearing the memories. He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny's voice was laced with concern. "Harry, tell me."

Harry's eyes dropped, and he mumbled, "I was thrown in the cupboard for a week or two."

Ginny's face filled with shock. "That's terrible! But what do you mean? Were you given food and water?"

Harry's hesitation was palpable before he whispered, "No...I was starved."

Ginny's gasp was audible. "Oh, Harry!"

Harry's fear was evident in his trembling lips and downcast eyes, as if he feared the darkness of his past would consume him again. His voice cracked, "I was so scared, Ginny. I thought I would never see the light again."

Ginny's face filled with concern as she noticed Harry's silent tears. She tried to change the mood, her cheeks flushing deeply. "Your body is still in great shape, Harry," she said, attempting a playful tone.

Harry's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he chuckled. "Thanks, Ginny. I've been doing a lot of exercise, meditation, and yoga for the past three years. And my bird friends always bring me fruits and nuts. Plus, I get lunch at the library."

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. "That's amazing! You're so resourceful."

But then, Harry's expression turned to horror as he slipped out, "And I got in terrible trouble when Uncle Vernon removed my T-shirt to..."

He stopped abruptly, his eyes wide with fear, realizing what he had almost revealed. Ginny's curiosity was piqued.

Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's, her voice laced with concern. "Did your uncle beat you, Harry?" she asked, her tone serious.

Harry hesitated, trying not to answer. But Ginny's gaze held his, and he couldn't look away. He felt a mix of emotions: fear, shame, and vulnerability.

Ginny's voice was gentle but firm. "Harry, tell me."

Harry's eyes dropped, and he nodded slightly. "Sometimes...I was beaten, but only rarely," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn't a complete lie, but..."I was slapped, punched, or kicked, and maybe spanked or belted sometimes."

Ginny's face filled with horror. "Oh, Harry..."

Harry's eyes pleaded with her. "It was nothing major, Ginny. Please, remember your promise not to tell anyone."

Ginny nodded reluctantly, tears streaming down her face. Harry thought to himself, "Should I tell her the whole truth?" But after a long internal struggle, he decided not to worry her more.

As they both cried, Ginny hugged Harry tightly. After a minute, they separated, their faces flushed with emotion. They blushed, looking away, but their eyes met again, filled with a deep understanding and connection.

Harry's eyes sparkled with a hint of sadness as he continued their conversation. "Let's change topics, I don't want to dwell on the punishments of my childhood," he said.

Ginny's face filled with understanding. "Okay, Harry, what do you want to talk about?"

Harry's expression turned wistful. "I never even got a birthday cake or gift," he said. "But Hagrid was the one who gave me my first birthday cake."

Ginny's eyes shone with curiosity. "That's so sweet of him!"

Harry's voice was filled with conviction. "But I'm also sure that my mother must have made me one. She would have wanted to celebrate my birthday, to make me feel special."

Ginny's face softened with understanding. "I'm sure you're right, Harry. Your mother loved you so much."

Ginny's eyes widened in sudden realization. "Oh no, I'm a terrible friend!" she exclaimed. "I forgot it's your birthday! I'm so sorry, I don't even have a gift."

Harry's face lit up with amusement. "No need to apologize, Ginny. You becoming my friend is the greatest gift I could ask for."

Ginny's face filled with emotion as she threw her arms around Harry, giving him a tight hug. Before breaking away, she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he felt the soft touch of Ginny's lips on his cheek. It was a gentle, innocent kiss, but it sent shivers down his spine. He felt a warmth spread through his face, and his cheeks flushed with pleasure. For a moment, he forgot about everything else, and all that mattered was the sweet sensation of Ginny's kiss. He felt happy, content, and grateful for this special moment with his dear friend.

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