~Shine my Light on You~
Ginny sighed as she crossed the street, self-consciously
wringing her hands together.
Why would they send her? She wasn’t any good at this - and Ron and Hermione
were his best friends. What made them think that she of all people could get through to him?
But Ron hadn’t
been able to do it. Nor Hermione. Not even her own mother, or Remus Lupin for that matter.
Surely Remus would be able
So they had come to Ginny - pleading for her to try. And Ginny couldn’t say no. Not after
seeing both Ron’s and Hermione’s crestfallen faces after they had returned to Grimmauld Place.
But it was
the desperate look in her mother’s eyes that had really made Ginny do it. Being desperate was not a thing of her mother’s,
and it had startled Ginny to see the tears in her eyes.
No ordinary tears, but tears of a mother. A mother in desparity.
had promised to try, but made no guarantees - no matter how hard it was to see the hurt flash her mother’s features.
here she was.
Ginny closed her eyes with another sigh, stepping up to the doorstep of Number Four.
over to see that the Dursleys’ car was gone.
She looked over her shoulder to the dark cat watching on the opposite
side of the street, and gave a small wave of her hand to show that everything was all right.
Her Head of House gave
a swish of her tail, giving Ginny the signal back, and Ginny pulled out her wand.
Glancing up and down the street,
she pointed it at the doorknob and murmured, “Alohomora!”
A small click and she was in.
stepped into the hallway. . . A rather clean hallway. There was not one piece of Muggle post out of it’s place,
not one umbrella out of it’s stand, not one speck of dust on the hallway table.
The dark hard wood floor of the
hallway shone in the bright sun, as if it had only just been mopped.
It probably has, thought Ginny with disgust.
was . . . disturbing to see so much cleanliness.
Ginny turned up the stairs, noticing the photos the Muggle’s
had mounted on the wall.
They were all of that boy . . . Dudley, was it?
There were no pictures of Harry. None
Pictures of Dudley on his many birthday parties, pictures of Dudley with his mother and father, pictures of
Dudley with his friends -
No pictures of Harry.
This wrenched at Ginny’s heart angrily. . .
was still a part of their family. . .
She reached the landing to see more pictures of Dudley, upon which she
squeezed her eyes to keep her temper in check.
But it had only worsened when she dared to open them again, this time
to see a door with a dog flap on it.
That must be his room. . .
This was sick.
She neared the
door, bringing her hand to rest on the handle, only to find that it was locked.
Ginny had been forewarned about this
by Fred and George, but nevertheless pulled out her wand nd muttered another spell.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed
open the door with a shaking hand.
And she nearly cried at the sight of him. It had been worse than she thought.
was lying on his bed, his blankets twisted around him like a ball. He seemed thinner than usual, his hair certainly messier
than usual, and paler than ever as he stared blankly at the wall his bed was against.
She could tell how haunted his
eyes were from here.
“Harry?” whispered Ginny in a shaky voice.
Startled, he looked around at her,
and his eyes widened.
“Ginny?” he asked.
His hand self-consciously went to his hair as he sat up,
drawing his knees to his chest in protectiveness.
“Hi,” said Ginny, forcing a smile.
But he didn’t
“What are you doing here?” he asked in a voice scratchy from disuse.
rude, but it stung nevertheless.
She was his friend, too, wasn’t she?
Ginny pulled up a chair next to
his bed and sat down. On closer inspection, she noticed the dark circles around his eyes.
Harry snatched up his glasses,
turning his eyes away from her obvious gaze.
“I just thought I’d visit,” said Ginny.
was an awkward silence as both downcast their eyes.
“How - how have you been?” Ginny asked before she could
Stupid, stupid, stupid. . . Of course he’d be feeling terrible, you dolt!
“Erm - fine,” Harry lied in his croaky voice. “Look, Ginny - you -”
I came because I wanted to come, all right?”
Which was true - however anxious she was.
It suddenly struck
her that she was in Harry Potter’s bedroom.
And she felt her cheeks flame, but she didn’t think they went
She heard a rustle of feathers behind her and looked over she shoulder to see Hedwig perched on top of her
Ginny smiled while the snowy owl hooted, and she felt encouraged.
“So - erm - were are your aunt
and uncle and cousin?” Ginny asked Harry.
“Some - some convention all the way in Whales,” said Harry.
Thank you, Tonks!
“Oh no,” said Harry. “Tonks - Tonks is the one who sent
them that letter, isn’t she?”
Ginny smiled widely.
“Yup,” she said proudly.
Dursley’s are going to be so angry when they get back!” said Harry. “They’ll -”
worry, Harry,” said Ginny. “You’ll be gone before they get back. Three more days, remember?”
nodded, but did not make a comment.
Then, she heard his stomach growl.
“Are you hungry?” she asked
with a frown. “When did the Dursley’s leave?”
“Yesterday,” said Harry.
meant they locked him in yesterday.
“And you haven’t eaten since?!” asked Ginny in outrage.
stood up quickly, making him jump.
“You get in the shower,” she said. “I’m going to make you
something to eat.”
“Now, Harry,” Ginny said firmly, moving the chair and
taking him by the arm.
She watched him get a change of clothes and followed him out of the bedroom, where he crossed
the hall into the bathroom.
As soon as he closed the door, she hurried downstairs into the kitchen.
couldn’t be that hard, could it?
But once she stepped into the kitchen, eyeing the fairly new appliances, she
felt her heart sink.
“How in the world -” began Ginny.
But - she would be optimistic. Harry needed
So, after about five minutes of searching, she found a pan and set it on the burner.
- forget this,” said Ginny.
Thank Merlin Bill had set a guard over the house, or else she would be hauled in
by the ministry by now.
She took out her wand once more and waved it, bringing the pan to hover over the stove.
opened the . . . what was it? The reckfringenator and took eggs out of the carton, cracking them in the pan and using her
wand to heat it.
She then found a couple pieces of toast as the eggs sizzled in the pan, being scrambled by a fork,
and fried those after the eggs.
It wasn’t much, but at least it was something.
She hurried back upstairs,
the plate of food and orange juice in hand, back into his room, where he stood at his mirror, running a comb through his messy
“Here,” she said, handing him the plate. “It’s not much - as I don’t
know how to use those things down there.”
“Er - thanks, Ginny,” said Harry.
She watched him
silently as he ate, slowly but surely.
The jeans and T-shirt simply hung off of him. She was startled by this.
- you need to eat more,” said Ginny as he finally set down the plate, only halfway eaten.
He shook his head,
his eyes on the floor.
Ginny tilted her head downwards to peer into his eyes, finally grasping his wrist with a firm,
yet gentle touch.
“It’s not your fault,” she said in a low voice.
He did not say anything,
tensing up and pulling away from her touch.
Ginny frowned, her head bowed, picking up the plate.
it back downstairs into the kitchen, not even bothering to clean it once all the leftover food had been thrown away.
was the least the Muggle’s deserved - and Harry wouldn’t be forced to do it.
She was just returning to
the stairs when she spotted something.
A small door beneath the stairs. A cupboard.
“They kept him
in a cupboard, those Muggle’s. . .”
Was this what Hagrid had been talking about?
the better of her, Ginny pulled at the latch and opened the door.
She gasped as she saw the inside.
small cot, with a beaten quilt upon it and a single pillow. Accompanying the cupboard were lined shelves on the wall. On these
shelves were a few forgotten items, including a miniature toy soldier.
As if in a trance, Ginny’s hand went up
to the ragged fabric of the quilt and traced it seams.
As she did this, she could sense the sad tales of neglect .
. . and abuse by the Muggle’s, especially when it came to Harry’s uncle.
Ginny furiously wiped at her eyes,
standing up from the cupboard with shortened breath.
How could one human being do this to another? Especially a child?
let the cupboard door slam, hurrying up the stairs two at a time.
She couldn’t let this by. She wanted answers
from Harry, and she wanted them now.
But when she returned to his bedroom, she found that he had taken to lying on
his bed again, only this time, his hand seemed very tense on the blankets, and his breathing seemed shallow, his eyes closed.
was startled as he opened his eyes to reveal them to be red-rimmed and glassy.
“Ginny can you go now, please?”
he asked in a strangled voice.
But Ginny approached nonetheless as he turned to his wall with a shuddered breath.
Ginny,” he said in that same strangled voice.
She felt his muscles tense under her hand as she touched his arm.
it’s okay,” she said.
He didn’t answer.
“Do you really want me to go?” Ginny asked,
sitting on the bed and leaning over to whisper in his ear.
He looked up at her, his eyes puffy and still red-rimmed.
It only made her heart ache more.
She watched his mouth form, “No,” as he looked away from her.
shamed, he rolled back over, but Ginny took the initiative to lay down behind him, reaching her arm through his to grasp his
hand as she pressed her face between his shoulder blades.
“I’ll stay as long as you want me to,”
she whispered as she squeezed his hand.
She clasped her eyes shut as she felt a gentle squeeze back.