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I’m just borrowing the characters to play with for a while. This is for
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Ginny lay on the bed in her room at Grimmauld Place, angrily
kicking her foot and staring at the wall. She was sick and tired of
being treated like a child by the rest of her family. They acted as if
she couldn’t handle herself at all, when she was the only one
of them that had actually come in direct contact with Tom. He may have
got the best of her, but she’d fought him long and hard for the better
part of a year – when she was eleven. She was capable of a whole lot
more than they gave her credit. It was Harry who was hurting and in
trouble; she should be with him. He needed her; she knew that he did,
and she needed to be with him, too. They had no right to keep them
This was too soon for this all to be happening to him
again. He still hadn’t even recovered from his last encounter. She knew
the guilt would overwhelm him. The Dursleys were assassinated because
of their ties to him, plain and simple. It was wrong, and unfair, and
so very despicable. They were Muggles – they never stood a chance. She
hated them for what they’d done to Harry, but she would never wish this
on them. No one deserved to be wiped simply on the whim of a madman.
Professor Dumbledore had been wrong about sending Harry back there year
after year. Knowing what Harry had gone through year after year and now
having it all be for naught; it was a bitter pill to swallow.
was angry and frustrated, so she began doing what she always did when
she felt that way. She started rearranging her room – moving the
furniture, changing the pictures on the wall, and completely
reorganizing it. Her room at the Burrow had been through more
transformations than she could count. This room at Grimmauld Place had
gone through one complete revamping this summer alone. She had trouble
moving her bureau and kicked it in frustration, stubbing her toe
painfully in the process. She hopped around in her stocking feet and
swore under her breath.
She was certain Ron was writing to
Hermione, and she thought maybe she’d send her friend a letter, too, if
Harry still wasn’t here when she finished with her room. She wanted to
send her new owl on a delivery, and she didn’t think Ron would give all
the details that she knew Hermione would want.
The owl had
come as a complete surprise to Ginny, albeit a delightful one. She was
inwardly pleased that Harry was thinking of her while they were apart.
She’d named her Delilah and fell in love with her instantly. She was a
very affectionate little thing, and Pig adored her. Ginny had never had
a pet of her own before, and it made her feel oddly important.
finished moving all the furniture in her bedroom around and stood
looking at the results. She wasn’t certain if she really liked it this
way or not. It was still eerily quiet downstairs, and she uttered a
string of curse words that would have made her brothers proud, although
shocked that they were coming from her. How dare they leave me out of this?
She knew they were all truly trying to protect Harry, but they
continued to treat him like an object rather than as a person. That
wasn’t what he needed, and she knew it. She also really resented being
treated like a child. There were times when she liked being the
youngest and wasn’t opposed to playing it up to get what she wanted,
but there were other times when it drove her crazy. She wanted it both
ways and really didn’t give a rat’s arse if that was unfair. What the devil is taking so long?
voices from the entrance hall caught her attention, and she tore her
door open and raced downstairs, hearing Ron following right on her
heels. She arrived to find her mother trying to clear a path out of the
room while Bill and Remus carried an unconscious Harry between them. He
looked horribly pale and battered with bloodstains still covering most
of his clothing.
“Let me levitate him up the stairs,” her
mother offered, but Remus nearly snarled at her as he held Harry’s limp
body closer to his chest.
“It’s all right, Mum,” Bill said, glancing at Remus. “We’ve got him. Madam Pomfrey said not to bounce him around too much.”
knew that carrying him was probably bouncing him much more than a
Levitation Charm would, but even she didn’t have the courage to say
that to Remus. He had a gleam in his eyes that looked almost deranged,
and she knew he was beside himself with worry. She couldn’t blame him
for wanting to hold Harry close and physically protect him; she was
struggling with the exact same feeling. She could see Tonks watching
Remus carefully, the concern in her eyes evident. Her eyes met with
Ginny’s across the room, and she gave a brief nod of understanding.
swallowed against a hard lump in her throat, a new appreciation for how
difficult a night it had been for all of them filling her
consciousness. She jumped at the sound of Ron’s voice; she’d forgotten
he’d come down the stairs behind her. “How is he?”
Neither Bill nor Remus answered but continued up the stairs towards Harry’s room, supporting his body between them.
still the same,” Fred said, leaning against the wall. Both he and
George looked thoroughly exhausted, and Ginny paled to see that they
had blood covering their clothing, as well. They didn’t appear to be
injured, so she assumed the blood belonged to Harry.
Ginny, and their mother followed the group upstairs; each lost in their
own thoughts. Bill and Remus had lain Harry in his bed, but it appeared
he hadn’t stirred at all despite all the jostling.
poor dear,” her mother said, gently brushing the fringe off Harry’s
forehead. One of his eyes was puffy, and a deep bruise ran along his
cheekbone and down the side of his face. His lips were cracked and
swollen. “Has he woken at all?”
“No,” Bill said. “Madam
Pomfrey gave him another dose of the Blood Replenishing Potion before
she left. She said she’d be here in the morning to check on him. She
wanted to bring him to Hogwarts, but Remus thought he’d be better off
here, and I agreed with him. I think Harry is going to take the
Dursleys’ deaths badly.”
“Why should he, though? He hated
them. Look what the bastard did to him,” Ron said, staring at the vivid
bruises on Harry’s face. His voice sounded very hard and bitter; Ginny
found it disturbing.
“He never wanted them dead, Ron,” she
said, gently sitting on the edge of Harry’s bed and taking his limp
hand in her own. “He just wanted to leave and not have to go back, but
he would never wish this on anyone. It is going to bother him; you know
Ron looked away without replying, but Ginny saw his
shoulders slump slightly. It was in Ron’s nature to be protective, and
she loved that he watched out for Harry.
“What are we
supposed to do for him? When will he wake up, and did Poppy leave
anything for him if he’s in pain?” her mother asked, keeping her eyes
locked with Bill’s and not looking at Harry.
Ginny knew the
physical evidence of his uncle’s abuse was greatly disturbing her
mother. She was certain that her mum was berating herself for not
insisting that Harry be taken out of that house. Her mum had struggled
against Professor Dumbledore’s insistence that they not interfere with
the Muggles. Ginny could sympathize with her on those thoughts, and she
was sure her mum would have a lot to say to Professor Dumbledore when
he arrived. What Ginny didn’t understand was why they were all
whispering if they wanted Harry to wake up, anyway. But she couldn’t
help whispering, too; it seemed like the natural thing to do.
doesn’t think he’ll wake any time soon, and she said she would be here
in the morning with his next dose of potions,” Remus said. His voice
was calm and gentle, but his eyes looked so full of turmoil. Ginny was
struck by a similarity to Harry – always keeping his emotions in such
“Are you all right, Remus?” Ginny asked.
sighed, but gave her a small, grateful smile. “I’ll be all right,
Ginny. I wish we could have spared him this. Madam Pomfrey says she
can’t understand how he was still on his feet when Tonks found him. The
amount of blood loss he sustained should have had him unconscious long
before he finally passed out. She’s at a loss to explain how he didn’t
die before Tonks finally got him back to Mrs. Figg’s.”
shuddered and grasped Harry’s hand more tightly, the words of the
prophecy playing in her mind. If Harry was the only one who could kill
Voldemort, did that mean that only Voldemort could kill Harry, as well?
She didn’t know, and she certainly didn’t want to keep testi