Meant to be

by vedakshu2006

Harry's abuse by the Dursleys unlocks new powers. He meets Ginny before his first year and they face challenges together. Harry is powerful, intelligent, and resourceful, using his abilities to protect himself and Ginny. Together, they face challenges and grow stronger. A romantic and adventurous tale that explores the depth of their relationship. Hinny Forever ! No Bashing.

89. Chapter 89 - Road To Recovery!

Disclaimer: I only own the plot , if any text from original source is used then they would belong to one and only J.K. Rowling. Hope You Like it.

A/n : Hey I think there might be a plothole in current storyline if you find any pls review. Thank You.

As Pomfrey, Snape, and Pyre ushered the others out of the room, a sense of unease settled over the group. They had just witnessed the extent of Harry's physical and emotional abuse, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air.

Just then, Dudley came running into the room, his face contorted in worry. "Is Harry okay?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Will they be able to save him?"

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and hugged Dudley tightly. "We're doing everything we can," she whispered.

Dudley pulled back, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. "I called the Aurors," he said, his voice shaking. "I knew something was wrong, and I didn't know what to do."

Ginny's expression softened, and she hugged Dudley again. "Thank you, Dudley," she whispered. "I know it can't have been easy for you."

Dudley's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and guilt. "I'm so sorry, Ginny," he whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't do more sooner."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes filled with tears, and she reached out to hug Dudley. "You did what you could, dear," she whispered. "And we're grateful for that."

As the group stood there, trying to process their emotions, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Dudley's parents and Aunt Marge were now in custody, and the consequences of their actions would be severe.

Dudley's face fell, and he looked down at his feet. "I know I'll have to deal with the fallout," he whispered. "But I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with tears, and she hugged Dudley again. "You did the right thing, Dudley," she whispered. "And we'll support you every step of the way."

Just then, the Floo Network in the living room of the manor crackled to life, and Charlie, Ron, the twins, and Percy stepped out of the flames.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened in surprise. "What brings you all here?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Charlie's expression was grim. "When I told them what happened to Harry, Ron was frantic," he explained. "We had to come and make sure he's okay."

Ron's face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed from worry. "I've written to Hermione, Neville, and Draco," he said, his voice shaking. "They'll be here soon."

Ginny nodded, a small smile on her face. "The Five Musketeers will be reunited soon," she said, referring to the legendary friendship between Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Draco.

The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the Floo Network as they waited for Hermione, Neville, and Draco to arrive.

Just then, Daisy, now awake, walked into the room, looking scared and disoriented. She quickly made her way to Ginny, who wrapped her arms around the young girl.

"Where's Harry?" Daisy asked, her voice trembling. "Why are there so many people here?"

Grandma Mrs. Tucker knelt down beside Daisy, a gentle smile on her face. "Harry's not feeling well, dear," she explained. "He's being taken care of by some very good healers. And all these people are here because they care about Harry and want to help him."

Daisy's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to Grandma Mrs. Tucker's explanation. She began to cry, her small body shaking with sobs.

Ginny held her close, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, Daisy," she whispered. "Harry's going to be okay. We're all here to take care of him."

As Daisy cried, the others in the room looked on with concern and compassion. They knew that Daisy had been through a lot, and that she was still adjusting to her new life at Fawcett Manor.

Daisy was a mysterious young girl who had been found by Harry and Ginny on their date in Muggle London. She had been living on the streets, with no memory of her past or her family.

But what was even more remarkable about Daisy was her striking resemblance to Lily Potter. She had the same red hair, the same facial features, and even the same hazel eyes as James Potter.

Harry and Ginny suspected that Daisy might be Harry's unborn sister, who had somehow survived the tragic events of that Halloween night years ago. But even if she wasn't, Harry was willing to adopt her as his sister.

As Daisy continued to cry, the others in the room looked on with concern and compassion. They knew that she was still fragile, still adjusting to her new life.

But they also knew that she was strong, resilient, and determined. And with Harry and Ginny by her side, they knew that she would overcome any obstacle, no matter how difficult.

Just then, the Floo Network crackled to life again, and Hermione stepped out of the flames, a look of concern etched on her face. She had received Ron's letter and had immediately rushed to Fawcett Manor.

"Is it true?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "Was Harry abused?"

Ginny nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, Hermione. He was. We just saw the memories ourselves."

Hermione's face fell, and she looked like she had been punched in the gut. "Oh, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Ron stepped forward, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. "We'll get through this, Hermione," he said, his voice shaking. "We'll support Harry, no matter what."

Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath. "We have to be strong for him," she said, her voice firming. "We have to help him through this."

As Hermione spoke, Neville and Draco arrived through the Floo Network, their faces set with determination. "We're here for Harry," Neville said, his voice firm.

Draco nodded, his eyes flashing with anger. "We'll make sure those responsible pay for what they've done."

The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet murmurs of the group as they digested the news. They all knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were determined to stand by Harry and support him every step of the way.

Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Draco stood huddled in the corner of the room, their voices barely above a whisper. The others in the room were focused on Harry's condition, but this small group was concerned about Draco's well-being.

"Draco, are you okay?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed with worry.

Neville and Ron nodded in agreement, their eyes locked on Draco's face. "Yeah, mate, what's going on?" Ron asked.

Draco's expression turned grim, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's been...interesting," he said. "I told my parents about my change of heart, just like I said I would."

The others leaned in, eager to hear more. "What happened?" Neville asked.

Draco's face twisted in a wry smile. "Father was not pleased, to say the least. He...punished me."

Hermione's eyes widened in alarm. "Punished you? What do you mean?"

Draco's eyes dropped, and he shrugged. "Let's just say I won't be sitting comfortably for a while."

Ron and Neville exchanged a concerned glance, but Hermione reached out and placed a hand on Draco's arm. "I'm sorry, Draco," she said. "But it's good that you're standing up for what you believe in."

Draco's gaze flicked up to hers, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Then, he nodded. "Thanks, Hermione. It means a lot coming from you."

He took a deep breath and continued. "But it's not all bad. Mother...she was surprised, but she's happy I'm not following in the Death Eaters' footsteps."

Neville's eyes lit up. "That's great news, Draco!"

Draco smiled, a small, wry smile. "And she's also happy that Scorpius is...well, that he's Scorpius."

The others chuckled, knowing that Scorpius, Draco's younger brother, had always been a bit of a free spirit.

Ginny walked over to the group, a warm smile on her face. "Hey, guys, I want you to meet someone," she said, gesturing to Daisy, who was standing beside her.

Daisy looked a bit shy, but Ginny reassured her. "It's okay, Daisy, these are Harry's best friends. You can trust them."

Ron, Neville, and Draco's eyes widened as they took in Daisy's appearance. They had heard so much about her from Harry's letters, but meeting her in person was a different experience altogether.

"Hi, Daisy," Ron said, grinning. "We've heard a lot about you."

Neville nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Harry's always talking about you."

Draco's expression was more reserved, but he nodded politely. "Nice to meet you, Daisy."

Hermione, on the other hand, smiled warmly and opened her arms for a hug. "Daisy, it's so great to see you again!"

Daisy's face lit up as she hugged Hermione back. "Hermione! I'm so glad to see you too!"

Ginny smiled, happy to see Daisy at ease with their friends. "Hermione's parents were the first ones to meet you, Daisy, when we didn't even know you were a witch," she explained.

The others nodded, remembering the story. "Yeah, Harry told us all about it," Ron said.

As they chatted, Daisy began to open up, sharing stories and laughter with Harry's best friends. It was clear that she had already found a special place in their hearts.

Daisy's smile faltered, and she grimaced again, her eyes fixed on the closed door behind which Harry was being treated. "Will Harry be okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Ginny wrapped a reassuring arm around Daisy's shoulders. "We'll do everything we can to help him, Daisy," she said, trying to sound calm and confident.

Daisy looked up at Ginny, her eyes wide with worry. She was still new to this world, and everything was overwhelming her. Ginny stayed strong for her, trying to be a rock in this chaotic situation.

Just then, Dudley walked into the room, looking a bit pale. Ginny turned to him, concern etched on her face. "Dudley, what happened to you earlier? You fainted amongst us, but we were all so worried about Harry that we didn't get a chance to ask you what happened."

Dudley shrugged, looking sheepish. "I don't know. I just...I don't know. One minute I was standing there, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the floor."

The others exchanged worried glances. What was going on? Was Dudley okay? But before they could ask any more questions, the door to the treatment room opened, and Madam Pomfrey walked out, a look of exhaustion on her face.

Madam Pomfrey's eyes scanned the room, taking in the anxious faces of Harry's loved ones. "We've finished dressing his wounds," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "Harry is out of danger, but I'm afraid he's still unconscious."

The room erupted into a collective sigh of relief, as everyone's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. Ginny's eyes welled up with tears, and she was quickly enveloped in a tight hug by Ron and Hermione.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with warmth as he smiled. "This is indeed wonderful news, Madam Pomfrey. We are all grateful for your expertise and care."

Snape emerged from the treatment room, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of softness. His gaze lingered on Harry's loved ones, and for a moment, his usual mask of indifference slipped, revealing a deep concern for the young boy.

Pyre followed Snape out of the room, his face etched with exhaustion. "We'll need to monitor Harry's condition closely," he said. "But for now, it seems he's on the road to recovery."

As the news sank in, the room began to buzz with quiet conversations and relieved laughter. Grandma Mrs. Tucker smiled through tears, while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged a warm hug. Sirius and Remus grinned at each other, their eyes shining with happiness.

Amelia's eyes met McGonagall's, and they shared a nod of relief. Charlie, Percy, and the twins let out a collective whoop of excitement, quickly hushed by their parents.

As the room celebrated, Daisy looked up at Ginny with wide eyes. "Will Harry be okay?" she asked again, her voice trembling.

Ginny smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "Yes, Daisy. Harry's going to be just fine."

Ginny's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned to Pyre. "While we're at it, can you check Dudley too?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "He fainted earlier, and I want to make sure he's okay."

Pyre nodded and turned to Dudley. "Please, hold out your arm," he said, his wand at the ready.

Dudley looked taken aback. "I don't need to do that," he said. "I'm a Squib. I don't have any magic."

But Pyre just smiled and waved his hand in a gentle motion. A soft blue glow enveloped Dudley's body, and Pyre's eyes scanned the results. The room fell silent, with everyone watching the scene unfold.

After a moment, Pyre looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. "This is...unexpected," he said. "Dudley, your magical core is stable, and you're showing all the signs of being a wizard."

The room erupted into a collective gasp, with everyone staring at Dudley in shock. Even Dudley himself looked stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"But...but I'm a Squib," Dudley stuttered, his face pale. "I've always been a Squib."

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Let me take a look," she said, and began to examine Dudley again. She waved her wand in intricate patterns, muttering to herself as she scanned the results.

"How is this possible?" she muttered. "Dudley, you were definitely a Squib before. What could have caused this sudden change?" She looked up, her eyes locking onto Dumbledore's. "This could be a significant development, Albus. We may need to re-evaluate our understanding of magic and its inheritance."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with interest. "Indeed, Madam Pomfrey. This is a fascinating turn of events. Let us proceed with caution and see where this new development leads us."

Just then, Ginny's eyes sparkled with remembrance. "Wait a minute," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I think I know what might have happened to Dudley."

Everyone turned to her, curious. "What is it, Ginny?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Ginny took a deep breath. "Remember when we were at the Dursleys'? Dudley was holding Harry, and he was crying. Then I went to hold Harry, and that blinding light emerged. After it faded, Dudley was unconscious."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on Ginny. Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he seemed to sink into deep thought.

"Ah," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "The light...yes, that could be it."

Snape's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Dumbledore. "What are you thinking, Headmaster?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.

Dumbledore's eyes refocused, and he smiled. "I believe, Severus, that we may have stumbled upon something truly remarkable. The bond between Harry and Dudley...it seems to have triggered a magical response."

The room erupted into a flurry of questions and speculations, with everyone eager to understand the implications of Dumbledore's words.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he explained his theory. "You see, my dear friends, I believe we are dealing with a rare phenomenon known as Squib Surge Core Resonance."

The room was silent, with everyone's eyes fixed on Dumbledore. "This phenomenon occurs when a young witch or wizard with a powerful magical core, such as Harry, experiences a temporary instability in their core," Dumbledore continued. "When this instability is combined with the presence of another young witch or wizard, such as Ginny, who has a deep emotional connection with the first, and a Squib, such as Dudley, an accidental magic energy wave blast can occur."

Dumbledore paused, surveying the room. "This blast can, in rare cases, transform a Squib into a magical being – a witch or wizard."

Dudley's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. "You mean...I'm a wizard now?" he stuttered.

The room erupted into a mixture of gasps, whispers, and excited murmurs. Ginny's eyes sparkled with tears as she turned to Dudley. "Welcome to the wizarding world, Dudley," she said, smiling.

Snape's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Dudley. "This is indeed a remarkable development," he said. "But we must be cautious. Dudley's newfound magic will require careful monitoring and training."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "I concur, Severus. We will need to provide Dudley with the necessary support and guidance as he navigates this new aspect of his life."

Ginny's face radiated happiness as she gazed at Dudley. "I'm so happy for you, Dudley," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "And I know Harry will be too when he wakes up."

Dudley's eyes misted over, and he looked away, trying to compose himself. He had called the Aurors, which had led to the arrest of his parents and Aunt Marge. It had been a painful decision, but he had done it to save Harry. And now, he had gained something new – a chance to discover his own magical heritage.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he smiled. "I will make arrangements for you to attend Hogwarts next year as a first-year student, Dudley," he said.

Ginny's smile widened. "That's wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Daisy and I will be starting at Hogwarts next year too. We'll all be together."

Daisy's eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded in agreement. Harry's best friends – Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Draco – grinned at each other, knowing they would be returning to Hogwarts for their second year, with Harry by their side.

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Dudley, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I will...ensure that you receive the necessary guidance and support, Dudley," he said.

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes shining with warmth. "We will all be here to support you, Dudley. Welcome to the wizarding world."

Pyre glanced around the room, her eyes meeting those of Charlie Weasley. "I think I should be going now," she said, smiling softly.

Charlie nodded, his face lighting up with a warm smile. "I'll walk you to the Floo," he said, offering Pyre his arm.

Pyre's eyes sparkled as she took Charlie's arm, and they strolled out of the room together. As they walked, they found themselves in Daisy's room, standing near the Floo.

Charlie's eyes met Pyre's, and he remembered their conversation earlier, which had been cut short. This time, he decided to speak his mind. He took Pyre's hand, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Pyre, I have to tell you something," Charlie said, his voice low and sincere. "I really like you."

Pyre's face lit up with a radiant smile. "I like you too, Charlie," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Charlie leaned in, and Pyre met him halfway. Their lips touched in a soft, gentle kiss, and they both knew in that moment that they were meant to be together.

As they pulled back, Pyre's eyes shone with happiness. "I'm so glad we finally said something," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Charlie grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Me too," he said, taking Pyre's hand again. "Me too."

Amelia's eyes met Sirius's, and she nodded understandingly. "I know you're worried about Harry, but we should probably leave soon," she said gently.

Sirius's jaw set in determination. "I'm not leaving until Harry wakes up," he said, his voice firm.

Amelia's expression softened, and she reached out to place a hand on Sirius's arm. "I understand, Sirius," she said. "But we can't stay here forever. Besides, I'm sure Harry would want you to take care of yourself too."

Sirius's eyes flickered with emotion, and he looked away, trying to compose himself. Amelia's touch had sent a spark of warmth through his chest, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence.

As they stood there, Amelia's hand still on his arm, Sirius felt a subtle shift in his emotions. For the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, he could move on from the past and find happiness again.

Amelia's eyes met his, and she smiled softly. Without a word, she reached out and took his palm, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sirius's heart skipped a beat as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

For a moment, they just stood there, hands touching, eyes locked. Then, without a word, Amelia released his hand and turned to leave. Sirius watched her go, feeling a sense of wonder and possibility that he hadn't felt in years.

As the evening wore on, Draco reluctantly stood up to leave. "I have to go," he said, his voice low. "My parents think I'm studying for my next term . If they find out I was here, there will be...consequences."

Mrs. Weasley nodded understandingly and patted Draco's arm. "Be careful, dear. We'll see you soon."

As Draco departed, Mrs. Weasley turned to the twins, Twinky and Dimpy, who were hovering anxiously in the doorway. "Let's get dinner started, shall we?" she said, smiling.

Grandma Mrs. Tucker, who had been quietly observing the scene, stood up and joined Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen. "I'll help with the cooking, dear," she said.

Arthur, who had been chatting with Dumbledore, turned to Ginny and said, "You know, I think it would be best if we all stayed here at Fawcett Manor until Harry's recovered."

Ginny's face lit up with relief. "Really, Dad? That would be amazing."

Grandma Mrs. Tucker nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's much safer for everyone. And we can all keep an eye on Harry."

Snape, who had been standing by the window, turned to the group and said, "I will stay for dinner, if that is acceptable."

Madam Pomfrey, who had been checking on Harry, smiled and said, "The more the merrier, I say."

Dumbledore and McGonagall also accepted the invitation to stay for dinner.

As they sat down to eat, Grandma Mrs. Tucker turned to Remus and Sirius and said, "You two should stay for dinner as well."

Remus smiled and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Tucker. We'd love to."

Sirius, however, hesitated. "I don't know, Remus. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm under house arrest, remember?"

Remus's expression turned serious. "Sirius, it's not safe for you to be out in public. You should go back to Bones' estate."

But Sirius shook his head. "I'm safe here, Remus. The manor is warded."

Grandma Mrs. Tucker intervened, her voice firm but gentle. "Sirius, I want you to go back to Bones' estate, but not just yet. Tomorrow morning, I want you to bring Amelia and Susan back here to stay until Harry's recovered."

Sirius's eyes met Grandma Mrs. Tucker's, and he nodded slowly. "I'll do that, Mrs. Tucker. Thank you."

As the evening drew to a close, the group dwindled down to just the Weasleys, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, and Neville. Grandma Mrs. Tucker smiled warmly as she turned to Daisy. "Time for bed, dear. You're still recovering, and we don't want you to overexert yourself."

Daisy nodded sleepily, and Grandma Mrs. Tucker led her off to her room. Then, she turned to the remaining group members. "Let me show you all to your guest rooms. You must be exhausted."

As they followed Grandma Mrs. Tucker upstairs, Ginny hesitated outside Harry's room. "I'll stay with Harry, if that's okay," she said, looking up at Grandma Mrs. Tucker with pleading eyes.

Grandma Mrs. Tucker's expression softened. "Of course, dear. You and Harry always share a room when you're here at the manor. I'm sure he'd want you to be with him now."

Ginny smiled, relief washing over her face. "Thank you, Grandma."

As the night wore on, the manor grew quiet, with everyone retiring to their respective rooms. Dudley, who had been given his usual room at the manor, smiled to himself as he settled into bed. He had always felt at home here, and now, with his newfound magical abilities, he felt like he truly belonged.

Down the hall, Ginny sat beside Harry's bed, watching him sleep. She held his hand gently, feeling a sense of comfort and reassurance wash over her. Despite the danger and uncertainty that still lingered, Ginny felt a sense of peace knowing that Harry was safe, and that she was by his side.

In the room next door, Ron and Hermione were whispering quietly, discussing the events of the day. "Can you believe it?" Ron said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Dudley's a wizard now."

Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "I know, it's amazing. And to think, it all happened because of Harry."

In another part of the manor, Sirius and Remus were sitting in their room, keeping watch and listening for any unusual noises. They were deep in conversation, discussing their plans for the future and how they would protect Harry and his loved ones from the dangers that still lurked in the shadows.

As the night wore on, the manor remained quiet, with everyone lost in their own thoughts and reflections. But despite the uncertainty and danger that still lay ahead, they all knew that they would face it together, as a family.

Ginny's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Harry's battered face. She reached out and took his hand, feeling a surge of emotion as his fingers twitched slightly in hers.

To her amazement, Harry's eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at her, disoriented and confused. Ginny's tears spilled over, and she sobbed with relief.

"Harry, oh Harry!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with emotion.

Harry's gaze locked onto Ginny's, and he struggled to sit up, wincing in pain. "What's...what's happening?" he stammered. "Last thing I remember, I was at the Dursleys'."

Ginny's expression turned stern, and she scolded, "Harry, why didn't you tell us about the abuse? We had no idea it was that bad."

Harry's eyes dropped, shame and guilt etched on his face. "I didn't want to worry you," he muttered.

Ginny's voice trembled with anger and sadness. "Worry us? Harry, they nearly killed you! When we found you, you were...you were barely alive."

Harry's eyes snapped back to Ginny's, alarm and fear written across his face. "What happened?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ginny took a deep breath and began to explain, her voice shaking with emotion. "You were rescued by Dudley, of all people. He called the Aurors, and they arrested the Dursleys. And then...and then something amazing happened. Dudley was holding you, and I was holding you too, and this blinding light appeared...and when it faded, Dudley was a wizard."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he stared at Ginny, his mind reeling with the incredible news.

Ginny's voice was gentle but firm as she continued to explain everything to Harry. "When you were brought here, Madam Pomfrey and Pyre worked on healing your physical wounds. But we also saw...we saw your memories, Harry. We saw what the Dursleys did to you, and it was...it was horrific."

Harry's eyes dropped, shame and guilt etched on his face. Ginny's hand tightened around his, offering comfort and reassurance.

"We're all so sorry we didn't know, Harry," Ginny said, her voice filled with emotion. "We're sorry we didn't do more to help you."

Ginny took a deep breath and continued, "When you were brought here, there were a lot of people at the manor. The Weasleys, of course, and Grandma Mrs. Tucker. And then there were our friends - Ron, Hermione, Neville, and even Draco. McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape , Amelia Bones, and Madam Pomfrey were all here too. And Sirius and Remus, they're still here, staying as our guests."

Harry's eyes were wide with wonder, taking in the incredible news. Ginny smiled softly and continued, "Pyre and Charlie are...well, they're together now. They left earlier, but they'll be back soon. And Amelia Bones had to leave, but Sirius will bring her and her niece Susan back tomorrow."

As Ginny finished explaining, Harry's eyes felt heavy, his eyelids drooping. Ginny smiled and leaned forward, hugging him gently. "You're safe now, Harry. You're safe, and we're all here for you."

Ginny's voice trailed off as she pulled back, concern etched on her face. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to hurt you. You're still recovering, and I shouldn't have hugged you so tightly."

But Harry's face broke into a gentle smile. "Ginny, your hugs never hurt me," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.

Ginny's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Harry, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. She leaned forward again, this time wrapping her arms around Harry in a gentle, tender hug.

"I'm just so glad you're okay, Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Harry's arms wrapped around Ginny, holding her close as they both savored the warmth and comfort of their embrace.

Ginny's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed at Harry. "Let's not tell anyone you're awake just yet," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise, but then a sly grin spread across his face. "Why's that?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Ginny's cheeks flushed with a soft pink glow. "Because I want you all to myself for now," she admitted, her voice filled with a selfish longing. "Just for tonight, I want it to be just us."

Harry's eyes melted with warmth, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind Ginny's ear. "I'd like that," he whispered.

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, the world around them melting away. As they pulled back, they gazed into each other's eyes, their hearts overflowing with love.

"I love you," Ginny whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

"I love you too," Harry replied, his voice filled with adoration.

As they wrapped their arms around each other, the darkness outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the warm, golden glow of their love.

Harry's eyes sparkled with warmth as he gazed at Ginny. "I've missed snuggling you so much," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.

Ginny's face softened, and she leaned into Harry's chest. "I've missed it too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's arms wrapped around Ginny, holding her close as they both savored the warmth and comfort of their embrace. "Next year will be better," Harry said, his voice filled with optimism. "We'll both be at Hogwarts, at least."

But Harry's words trailed off as he felt Ginny's body begin to shake. He pulled back, concern etched on his face, and saw that Ginny was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Harry asked, his voice filled with alarm.

Ginny's eyes were streaming with tears as she gazed up at Harry. "I was so scared when I saw you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were all battered and bruised...at first, I thought you were...going to die."

Harry's heart went out to Ginny, and he pulled her back into his arms, holding her close as she sobbed. "I'm sorry, Ginny," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

Ginny's sobs suddenly turned to anger, and she pushed Harry away, her eyes blazing with fury. "You git!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage. "You bastard! How could you hide this from me? Did you think I wouldn't care? Did you think I wouldn't be able to handle it?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock as Ginny's words poured out like a torrent. He had never seen her so angry, so hurt. He felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing that he had caused her so much pain.

"Why did you do it, Harry?" Ginny demanded, her voice cracking with emotion. "Why did you hide it from me? Don't you love me enough to want to live? Don't you trust me enough to tell me the truth?"

Harry's eyes dropped, and he stammered, "I...I don't know, Ginny. I'm sorry." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "When we first met, I was afraid to tell you. I didn't know if I could trust you, and I didn't want to burden you with my problems."

Ginny's expression remained stern, but Harry could see the hurt and betrayal lingering in her eyes. He knew he had let her down, and he felt ashamed.

"I told you I got beaten rarely," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know now that was a stupid thing to say. I was trying to downplay it, to make it seem less serious than it was."

Harry's eyes met Ginny's, and he saw the tears welling up in them again. "I love you, Ginny," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much, but I wasn't brave enough to share this with you. I'm sorry."

Harry's hands gently wiped away Ginny's tears, his fingers tracing the contours of her face. "Please don't cry for me," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I don't deserve it, Ginny. I'm the one who should be sorry, not you."

Ginny's eyes searched Harry's face, her gaze filled with a deep sadness. Harry's eyes dropped, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't know how I'm feeling, Ginny," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to express it. I just know I'm sorry, and I love you."

Harry's fingers suddenly danced across Ginny's stomach, sending her into a fit of giggles. "Harry, stop!" she exclaimed, trying to squirm away.

Harry grinned, relieved to see Ginny's tears replaced with laughter. "I'm glad I'm injured," he said, chuckling. "Otherwise, we'd be in the middle of a tickling war."

Ginny playfully rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, Harry."

As they both calmed down, Harry's expression turned serious. "I'm just glad I'm free of the Dursleys," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll never have to go back there again."

Ginny's eyes sparkled with agreement. "And Dudley's a wizard now," she added. "Who would have thought?"

Harry's face softened. "I'm proud of him, Ginny. He's really changed, and we've become close friends."

Ginny smiled, knowing how much Harry cared for Dudley. "You're a good person, Harry," she said.

Harry's gaze turned curious. "How's Daisy?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Ginny's expression turned thoughtful. "She's still sleeping a lot," she replied. "But Pyre says she's making progress."

As the clock struck midnight, Harry glanced at Ginny with concern. "Don't you want to sleep?" he asked, his voice soft.

Ginny shook her head, her eyes sparkling with determination. "No, I'm fine. Besides, you've been unconscious the whole day, so you must be exhausted."

Harry thought for a moment before responding, "Actually, I don't feel sleepy at all."

Ginny smiled mischievously. "Still, we'll tell everyone you're awake tomorrow, not now."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Ginny's gaze turned thoughtful, and she asked, "Harry, is there something else you want to share with me, but don't know how to?"

Harry hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Not anything right now," he said finally.

But then, a memory flashed through his mind. "Oh yeah, before Vernon beat me, a mistreated house-elf named Dobby came in and warned me not to go to Hogwarts this year."

Ginny's eyes widened with interest. "Dobby? Isn't he the one who's supposed to be a Malfoy elf?"

Harry nodded grimly. "That's what he said. And get this - Dobby told me that Draco got punished by Lucius when he said he's changed his ways."

Ginny's expression turned thoughtful. "That's interesting. I wonder what's going on with the Malfoys."

Ginny's expression softened as she spoke about Draco. "Draco was really worried about you, Harry," she said. "I know he had to leave for the night, but that's only because he came here under false pretenses. He didn't want his parents to know he was checking in on you."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly, but Ginny could see the understanding in his gaze. "We know Draco's changed, Harry," Ginny said. "We're just worried about him, that's all."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I know," he said. "Me too. I'm just glad he's on our side now."

Ginny smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "We all are, Harry," she said. "We're just glad you're safe now, and that we can all be together again."

Harry attempted to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him. Ginny quickly sprang into action, gently supporting his back and helping him to a sitting position.

"It's okay, I've got you," she said softly, her eyes locked on Harry's.

One of the things Ginny understood about Harry was his intense dislike of being confined to bed. While others might have scolded him for trying to get up too soon, Ginny knew that inactivity would only frustrate Harry.

As Harry slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, he winced slightly, his injuries still tender. However, his body was already beginning to heal at an incredible rate, thanks to his unusually strong magical core - a secret even Harry himself was unaware of.

Ginny's eyes never left Harry's face, her expression a mixture of concern and admiration. "You're doing great, Harry," she encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they stepped out onto the balcony of Harry's room at Fawcett Manor, they both let out a contented sigh. The last time they were here was last summer, when their relationship was still in its early stages. Now, as they stood together, they knew exactly how much they loved each other.

The darkness of the night surrounded them, but they didn't need any light to see the love in each other's eyes. They stood there in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the peacefulness of the night.

Ginny broke the silence, her voice filled with a mix of emotions. "You know, I was so scared when I saw you like that," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "But I'm also so angry that you never told me about the extent of the abuse."

Harry looked down, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew he had hurt Ginny by not being honest with her.

Ginny took a deep breath and continued, telling Harry everything that had happened since he was unconscious. "Snape, McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Grandma Mrs. Tucker, and the aurors all arrived at the same time, and they were all worried sick about you," she said.

Harry listened intently as Ginny recounted the events of the past few hours. He couldn't help but chuckle when she told him about the Bat Bogey Hex she had cast on Vernon, Petunia, and Marge.

Ginny smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't resist," she said.

As they talked, the night air seemed to grow quieter, as if the world itself was listening to their conversation. They spoke of Dumbledore's visit, their arrival at the manor, and the latest news about Dudley's newfound magical abilities.

Ginny's expression turned serious as she mentioned Daisy, who was still sleeping, and Draco, who had lied to his parents to visit Harry. Harry listened attentively, his heart filled with love and gratitude for the people in his life.

As they talked, Ginny gently guided Harry to sit down, knowing that despite his hatred for inactivity, he needed to rest. The few hours he had spent standing had taken its toll on his badly bruised body. Ginny had to be firm with him, hiding a smile at his silly insistence on prioritizing others over himself.

She sat beside him, resisting the urge to snuggle into his lap, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable for him in his current state. Together, they gazed out at the night sky, watching as the dark expanse was slowly shattered by the twinkling stars. The faint hue of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

As they sat together, the night sky transformed before their eyes. The dark canvas, once a deep shade of indigo, gradually lightened to a soft blue-grey. The stars, like diamonds scattered across the fabric of the universe, twinkled with increasing intensity, their gentle sparkle casting a magical glow over the landscape.

The horizon, a thin line where the sky met the earth, began to shimmer with a soft, golden light. The dawn, like a master painter, slowly brought color and vibrancy to the world. The sky transformed into a kaleidoscope of pinks, oranges, and purples, a breathtaking sunset in reverse.

Ginny and Harry sat in comfortable silence, watching the dawn unfold. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle chirping of birds, a symphony of sounds that heralded the arrival of a new day.

The scene before them was a poignant reminder that the dark chapter of Harry's life with the Dursleys was finally closed. The dawn breaking on the horizon symbolized the promise of a brighter future, one where Harry would be free to forge his own path, surrounded by love and support.

Just as the storm clouds would eventually give way to peaceful dawn, Harry knew that the challenges ahead would ultimately yield to a brighter tomorrow. He felt a sense of hope and renewal wash over him, knowing that he had Ginny by his side to face whatever lay ahead.

As the sun slowly rose above the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Harry turned to Ginny with a smile. "I'm glad I'm here with you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

Ginny's eyes sparkled with warmth as she leaned into Harry's side. "Me too, Harry," she replied, her voice filled with affection. "We've got a whole new future ahead of us."

Just then, a flurry of feathers and fur burst into the balcony, as Hedwig, Poco, and Kluer arrived in a frantic state. However, upon seeing Harry awake, they let out a collective sigh of relief. Hedwig swooped down, nuzzling Harry's chest with her soft feathers, while Poco chirped excitedly, flitting about Harry's head. Kluer, meanwhile, rubbed against Harry's leg, his fur shifting through a kaleidoscope of colors as he purred contentedly.

Ginny smiled, snuggling closer to Harry as she watched the reunion. "They were worried sick about you," she said, laughing. "Grandma Mrs. Tucker had to shoo them out of your room when Pyre, Pomfrey, and Snape were treating you."

Harry chuckled, scratching Hedwig behind the ears. "I can imagine," he said. "They can be a bit overprotective sometimes."

As Harry spoke, he began to converse with his pets in their own language. Ginny listened, amazed as always by Harry's unique ability to understand and communicate with animals. The conversation was animated, with Hedwig, Poco, and Kluer all chattering excitedly as they tried to ascertain the extent of Harry's injuries.

Harry laughed, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. "I'm fine, guys, really," he said. "Just a few bruises and scrapes. I'll be back to normal in no time."

Ginny smiled, watching as Harry's pets gradually calmed down, seeming to accept his reassurances. "They're always so partial to you," she said, snuggling closer to Harry.

Harry grinned, wrapping his arm around Ginny. "And fortunately, they seem to like you too," he said, smiling.

As the morning light crept further into the room, Ginny's eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed Harry wincing, his brow furrowing in discomfort. The pain relief potion, which had been administered by Madam Pomfrey earlier, was clearly starting to wear off. Ginny's expression turned stern, her voice firm but gentle as she said, "Back to bed, Harry. Now. You need to rest."

Harry looked up at Ginny, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite the pain he was in. He knew better than to argue with Ginny when she was in nurse mode. Sheepishly, he obeyed, allowing Ginny to help him settle back into bed.

"My girlfriend is always right," Harry said, his voice laced with mock resignation as he snuggled under the blankets. Ginny playfully rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. "So, who is this girlfriend of yours?" she teased, her voice light and flirtatious. "Won't she mind seeing you with me in the same room?"

Harry chuckled, playing along with the joke. "Oh, she won't mind," he said, his grin mischievous. "She's very understanding." Ginny laughed, shaking her head as she tucked the blankets around Harry.

As she leaned in to kiss his cheek, her voice took on a firmer tone. "If you don't take care of yourself, forget about kisses at all," she said, her eyes sparkling with a warning. Harry smiled, knowing that Ginny was only looking out for his well-being.

Ginny smiled, seeming to consider her next move. "Now that you're awake and feeling a bit better, I think it's time everyone knew you're all right," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Harry nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He was ready to face the world again, or at least the inhabitants of Fawcett Manor.

Ginny turned to the door, her hand reaching for the handle. "I'll go tell everyone the good news," she said, a smile still playing on her lips.

As she opened the door, a warm glow of light spilled into the room, illuminating the space. The sound of murmured conversations and clinking dishes drifted in from the hallway, carrying the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods.

"Grandma Mrs. Tucker will be thrilled to hear you're awake," Ginny said, stepping out into the hallway. "And I'm sure the others will be relieved to see you're on the mend."

Harry smiled, feeling grateful for the love and support surrounding him. He knew he was lucky to have such a wonderful family and friends, and he couldn't wait to see them all and start this new chapter of his life.

As the news of Harry's awakening spread, the inhabitants of Fawcett Manor began to file into his room, eager to see him for themselves. Grandma Mrs. Tucker was the first to arrive, her face etched with worry and relief as she gazed at Harry.

"Oh, Harry, dear boy!" she exclaimed, rushing to his side. "I'm so glad you're awake! We were all so worried about you."

Harry smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart as he hugged his grandmother tightly. "I'm fine, Grandma," he reassured her. "Just a bit battered and bruised."

Next to visit were the Weasleys, who burst into the room with their usual boisterous enthusiasm. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's other siblings all clustered around Harry's bed, asking him questions and teasing him good-naturedly.

Dudley, who had been watching from the sidelines, looked a bit awestruck by the chaos. But as he caught Harry's eye, he smiled shyly, and Harry beckoned him over.

"Hey, mate," Harry said, as Dudley approached. "Thanks for...you know. Saving me and all."

Dudley's face went pink, but he grinned, looking pleased with himself. "No problem, Harry," he said. "I'm just glad I could help."

As the morning wore on, more visitors arrived, including Sirius and Remus, who regaled Harry with stories of their own adventures. Neville and Hermione also stopped by, bearing well-wishes.

Meanwhile, those who were not at the manor were informed of Harry's awakening via Patronus messages. McGonagall, Snape, Pyre Jones, Dumbledore, and Amelia all received the news, and Hermione took it upon herself to write a letter to Draco, letting him know that Harry was on the mend.

As the evening drew to a close, Sirius sat with Harry in his room, Ginny snuggled up beside him. Harry's brow furrowed with concern as he looked at Sirius.

"Sirius, are you sure it's safe for you to be here?" Harry asked, his voice low. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

Sirius smiled reassuringly. "The wards around this manor are top-notch, Harry. I'll be perfectly safe. Besides, Amelia and Susan will be staying here for a while too, keeping an eye on things."

Ginny nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "Grandma Mrs. Tucker practically ordered them to stay, just like she did with you and Remus."

Just then, the door burst open, and Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Neville trooped in, all chatting excitedly. Draco grinned at Harry.

"I finally managed to convince my parents that I needed some...fresh air," Draco said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm glad I made it. I was worried I'd miss you, Potter."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what about your father? Did he...react badly when you told him you'd changed your ways?"

Draco's expression faltered for a moment, and Harry caught a glimpse of something deeper in his eyes. But Draco's mask slipped back into place, and he shrugged.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Draco said, his voice light.

Sirius watched the exchange with interest, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew that Draco's relationship with his father was complicated, to say the least.

The conversation turned to Hogwarts, and Draco's eyes lit up. "Scorpius will be attending next year, along with Ginny, Dudley, and Daisy. We lot will be second years, of course."

Harry grinned, feeling a thrill of excitement. "It'll be great to have Scorpius at Hogwarts. I've heard he's not exactly...following in the family footsteps."

Draco's smile was proud. "No, he's not. He's got a good heart, Scorpius. I'm sure you'll all get along famously."

As the evening drew on, Ginny and Sirius excused themselves from the room, leaving Harry to chat with his four best friends. Ginny didn't need to leave, of course - Harry would tell her everything anyway - but she thought she might pop into Daisy's room to check on her. Perhaps, if Daisy was awake, Ginny could start preparing her for a visit with Harry tomorrow.

Daisy, the young girl they had found on their date in Muggle London, was still undergoing treatment at Fasley Manor. She required an astonishing 20 hours of sleep per day, and the healers were still working to understand the full extent of her condition. Harry and Ginny suspected that Daisy might be Harry's long-lost sister, somehow miraculously surviving the events of that fateful Halloween night all those years ago. But even if she wasn't, Harry was determined to adopt her as his own sister. For now, though, they were taking things one step at a time.

As Ginny entered Daisy's room, she found the young girl fast asleep, her fiery red hair spread out across the pillow. Ginny smiled softly, feeling a surge of affection for this little girl who had already stolen their hearts. She knew that Daisy trusted her and Harry implicitly, and that seeing Harry battered and bruised would be devastating for her. Ginny made a mental note to start preparing Daisy for a visit with Harry tomorrow, to help her understand what had happened and reassure her that everything was going to be okay.

Next Chapter is Uncovering Past Scars .

A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Well Chapter was simple enough. Mostly focusing on Harry and Ginny after Harry wake up , it also showed how Ginny is not exactly happy because Harry didn't tell her all about abuse but she is ready to forgive. Also she is angry with herself that why she promised that she would never tell anyone at Diagon Alley when they first met. For ahead , Dursleys Trial would arrive soon , it would be a nasty shock when they will learn that Dudley is a wizard too. And actually that would be the moment when they would actually learn that Dudley is against them because the arrest was anonymous so they must still be thinking that Dudley must be missing them or something. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!