Save Me

Save Me

(...) = thoughts

I just watched her; there was nothing I could do to help her. For seven years I've been saving the world from darkness, but I couldn't help her. Now the world was free of Lord Voldemort and any of his followers, and now I was free to be happy. But old habits never fade; I have to try save somebody else again.

I'd been coming to the Hogs Head for about three weeks now, and every time I came, the stripers and hooker girls were always the same girls. Once in a while a girl would leave and never come back or someone new world go on stage and strip and dance. But she never left. Every night I came I saw her. She was always giving lap dances and taking her clothes off. Last night I saw her take all her clothes off except for her black lacy thong she was wearing. Guys from Hogwarts and other places whistled and howled and threw galleons at her.

Now she was on the pole, spinning around and putting her body all over it. It seriously made me sick. She walked over to the edge of the stage and pulled up a Slytherin from Hogwarts. I recognized him, Blaize Zabini. I stopped drinking my firewhisky to stare at her. She was letting him touch her over her beautiful body. This was not what she was supposed to be doing. She was too beautiful to allow it to be used. Zabini whispered something to her and she walked over to another girl who was dancing on the pole. It was none other than Luna Lovegood.

Luna had grown up very nicely since fifth year. She no longer looked like the innocent little girl-next-door. Her breasts had grown quite a bit and she wasn't as chubby as she was in sixth year. She'd lost a lot of weight. Her normally short blonde hair had grown quite a bit and fell half way down her back, leading guys' eyes to follow. She looked amazing and none of the guys I knew would deny that she was gorgeous.

I watched her whisper something to Luna and Blaise walked over to them. He paid them both a few galleons and soon he was being rubbed all over by both of the girls. All the guys in the pub whistled and howled. I'm pretty sure I was the only one who was shocked and defiantly not happy.

The music stopped and the girls walked off the stage, along with Blaize. I took this as an opportunity to talk to her. I set my firewhisky down on the bar table and started pushing through the crowd of teenage girls and guys waiting for the music to come back. Teenage guys were sitting on stools in front of the stage where the girls danced on poles and gave lap dances and gave up there love to guys they didn't know for money. For teenagers it was illegal to go to clubs and for hookers and stripers and girls wearing almost nothing being waitresses, but in the Hogshead, you could get away with anything, even murder.

Finally, I reached the back and saw her about to leave. This was it, no turning around now.

"Ginny!" I yelled. She froze in the middle of the door she was about to leave. I ran until I was standing next to her.

"H-Harry?" she whispered in the tiniest voice I have ever heard. "W-What ar-are you do-doing he-here?"

"I'm here for a birthday party," I smiled, and then remembered what I needed to do. "But here's a better question, what are you doing here? And up on the stage? Dressed the way you are?"

Ginny looked down, and looked up after a minute. The look of innocence that I remembered while I was in Hogwarts was gone, replaced by set determination. For what, I have no clue.

"Why the fuck do you care?" She hissed at me. This wasn't the Ginny Weasley I knew and loved to death. "After you and Ron and Hermione left Hogwarts, did you ever try to keep our friendship alive? No. Hermione did and so did Ron, even after he moved to Paris! You couldn't even bother to owl me or call me when you live in the same fucking zip code as me! So why the fuck should you of all people care about what I do with my own fucking life?!"

I was shocked. No, shocked isn't the best word to describe it. Shaken, is more like it. She was scaring me.

"Ginny, I'm sorry. I'm really so-."

"No! I don't want to hear it, Potter! (I flinched at hearing the anger in her voice. This was the first time she'd ever called me by my last name and it hurt.) You've already hurt me enough! And you know what? I thought I loved you! But for all I know, you could've been using me for someone to talk to when Hermione and Ron or any of your other friends were busy!"

Her words stung like a bee. But the worst part was hearing she thought I used her. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door. She fought hard, biting, scratching, kicking, etc. But I wasn't going to let her go, no matter how much it hurt and how much I was bleeding. I pulled her out to my car and drove her to my house inside Hogsmeade. She was screaming at me the whole ride home. But I didn't care. She had to listen to me. I was not going to let her get hurt again.

When we got to my house, I held her hand until we were inside then pushed her up against the door, locking it.

"Where is all this coming from?" I asked her in a low whisper. Her eyes, which were once full of hatred, were now full of fear. I hated that she was scared of me now, but I needed to know what happened to the old Ginny Weasley.

~*~

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way

She felt it everyday

And I couldn't help her

I just watched her make the same mistakes again

~*~

He made me tell him. I remember crying and wishing I could go home. He held me. His touch hurt my stinging body, which had been touched in places I never wanted to be touched by strangers. I left after a few hours while he was sleeping. My night shift was about to start and I had to get there.

"You're late, Weasley," was the first voice I heard as soon as I ran into the Hogs Head. I looked up to see Alice Gabriham, the owner of the bar and my boss. Her outfit - or shall I say lack off - was only a mere lacy blue see through thong and a very see through matching bra.

"I know," I said, throwing off my shirt so everyone could see me in a lacy pink see through bra from Victoria's Secret and pulling my jeans down, only in a lacy pink thong to match my bra. "I'm sorry. I was having a little trouble getting out of the house."

"Is everything okay, Ginny?" Alice asked me. Of course I couldn't tell her about Harry and everything so I nodded. "Good." she told me. "Now get up on the stage." she turned around and started talking to a very drunken Dean Thomas sitting down. He handed her some galleons and pulled her to his lap. She was soon moving in circles above his obvious erection. I shook my head and started walking to the stage when I felt someone grab my wrist. I looked down to see Draco Malfoy holding onto my wrist.

"Hey Weasley," he said in a sly voice, like he knew something I didn't. He took a very long look up and down my body. I felt a blush stinging my cheeks; thank God it was dark in the bar and he couldn't see it. Right now his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I suddenly felt subconscious about them. No, they're not small, but they're big, 34 D to be precise. I didn't like the look on his face, as his smile grew even bigger. He pulled me down so I was positioned on his lap, my legs on both sides of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and a shiver ran down my spine when I feel his hands roaming down my back and to my arse, lightly grabbing it for a second. I jumped, feeling the small erection Draco had now that I was sitting right on top of his member.

"This is the last place I expected to see you Miss Weasley," he said, his voice husky. "A dancer? Broken from the goody-goody role your family has put on for as long as they were born, huh?"

"It was about time to break out of my mold," I whispered to him. Our lips were dangerously close and all I could think about was kissing him. Feeling lips upon lips, hand on top of hands, skin touching skin.

"What do I get for fifty galleons?" he asked me in the same husky voice.

"Depends," I said, moving around in little circles. "What do you like?" The words just came out. What was he doing to me? I never felt this way about him before when I would see him at Hogwarts.

"Oh good Gods, Weasley," he moaned as I circled harder and started kissing his neck. "Do you have any idea of what you're doing to me?"

"Yes, and you like it." I felt his hands roaming all over my back. It made me feel loved and wanted, a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time, and it felt good.

He moaned again and then stopped me. I looked into his eyes and soon his lips came crashing onto mine, he tongue plunging into my mouth. I kissed him with the same pace as him and power. I took my lips off his and started kissing his neck while still moving in circles. I felt like I wanted to take it to the top, and I've never felt that. Draco Malfoy was the last person I wanted to feel this was about. He was drunk and would be completely oblivious to what had happened tonight tomorrow morning.

But on the other hand, he had loads of money, and after my parents had disowned me after they'd found out I'd become a striper, I desperately needed the money. The only person in my family talking to me was Ron, and occasionally, Fred and George.

"What do you say about coming to my place after your shift is over?" I heard him say while I was about to take his shirt off.

Without thinking, I automatically said, "Why wait for my shift to be over when we can just leave now?" I smiled at him before kissing him on the lips again. He moaned and I smiled while still kissing him...

The next morning I woke up on a floor. I only had a second to groan before I threw up on the floor. I moaned and tried to crawl away. I didn't recognize the place I was at, but something told me something wasn't right. I stood up and walked outside of the room.

"Damn, you're a heavy sleeper," a dark voice drawled behind me. Oh, my God. Had I really gone to Draco Malfoy's house? What had happened? It was like I had lost all of my memory of the previous night. I couldn't remember a thing.

"Good morning to you too," I said, standing up, with a blanket wrapped around my body since I was naked.

"Oh, come on," Draco whispered, stepping closer to me and trying to take the blanket away. "You showed me your body last night without hesitation, so what's the point of trying to hide it now?"

"Because I made a mistake," I said, stepping away from him and wrapping the blanket tighter. "I shouldn't have let you take control of everything."

"Now, wait just a second," he held his hands in the air. "I just asked you if you wanted to come over. You're the one, Miss. Ginevra Weasley, who just left the Hogs Head and came here. You're the one who was in control. Well, that was of course, until we got here. Then I controlled everything."

"You sick bastard," I whispered to the floor. Dear God, what had I done? I had slept with a Malfoy and now he would never let it go. I wanted to cry. I wanted to go home. But I can't. God I really fucked up.

~*~

What's wrong what's wrong now

Too many too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs

~*~

She wasn't there when I woke up. I looked everywhere, in every room, under everything, even around Hogsmeade. How could I let her slip right through my fingers? I thought I had made sure everything was locked, but apparently, Ginny is smarter than I gave her credit for.

I'm sure she went back to the Hogs Head. Where else would she go? Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley had disowned her when the heard she was a stripper. Ron lived in Paris, so she couldn't really go there. Maybe she would've gone to Hermione's...

I ran to the phone and dialed Hermione's number. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hey Harry," she said. She had caller ID so she knew whom it was.

"Hey, is Ginny there?" I needed to get answers. I needed to help Ginny.

"No, she's not," Hermione's voice got worried. "Why? Is everything all right?"

"No," I said. "Got to go. Talk to you later. Bye." I hung up quickly and ran out the door. There was only one more person who would know. Someone I hated.

I was at his house in less than five minutes. It was still early in the morning so it was dark. Only a little bit of sun had crept over the horizon.

I knocked on the door. It took a few minutes, but he finally opened the door.

"Great, just what I needed," Malfoy sneered at me. "What do you want, Potter?"

"Where is she, Malfoy," I asked angrily as I pushed my way past him. "Ginny!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Nobody you know would be here."

"Don't play games with me, Malfoy!" I grabbed him by his collar and shook him. "Now where is she?"

"Who's here, Draco?" I heard a woman's voice asking. "I hear-."

"Ginny!" I yelled and ran over to her. I hugged her and thanked God she was all right.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" she sounded scared.

"Looking for you! Come on, let's go home."

"No," she whispered. She sounded like a scared little girl afraid to go to sleep without a nightlight.

"What do you mean 'no?'" I was getting tired of her little games. She needed help, and I was not going to let her stay with Malfoy alone.

"I won't go home," she said, lifting her chin to looking at me. "I can't go home."

"Yes you can," I said, trying my best not to get mad. "Just come with me."

"No, I don't want to! God damn it, Harry! You've done enough! Leave me alone! I can't go home, and I never will be! I don't deserve to! My family hates me, and Draco's the only one who doesn't!"

"Ginny, you're family loves you to death," I told her. "They're just mad that you left Hogwarts to become a stripper. They want you back home. Everybody does."

"No they don't," she hissed, stepping away from me and over to Malfoy. "They hate me, and you know it. Don't even try lying for them, Potter. They never loved me, and they never will. Now go. I don't want to ever see you again."

~*~

She wants to go home

But nobody's home

That's where she lies

Broken inside

With no place to go

No place to go

To dry her eyes

Broken inside

~*~

"No they don't," I hissed, backing away from Harry and over to Draco. "They hate me, and you know it. Don't even try lying for them, Potter. They never loved me, and they never will. I don't ever want to see you again."

He just stood there with his jaw hanging. I never looked away from his eyes. Once, they used to take my breath away. Now, they just looked dull and flat. I used to fawn over him, and imagine our baby having the same eyes. Now I hate those eyes. I hate everything about Harry from his messy hair to his big feet.

"What did he do to you?" He wasn't looking at me anymore, but glaring daggers into Draco.

"He didn't do anything to me," I said defiantly. "Except show me what real love feels like. And that's something that you will never be able to give me. Now go."

There was silence before Draco finally spoke. "You heard what she said, Potter. She doesn't want you here, and neither do I."

"I'm not going to give up on you, Ginny," Harry said, looking at me. "I will bring you home."

After that he walked out of the mansion and slammed the door. I jumped and felt shivers crawling up my body as Draco wrapped his arms around me.

A few hours later, when Draco was gone, I stared out the huge windows. It was a bright and sunny day. But to me, it should've been raining. Thunder should be rumbling and lightning should be flashing through the sky. Nobody should be laughing. It should be a gloomy day. But it was warm to everyone except me.

Children were laughing and playing in the streets. Adults were chatting and having drinks. I pictured what the Weasley's must have been doing. Mrs. Weasley was probably cooking like she always did. Fred and George would probably be playing a joke, and the rest were too busy to remember that I used to be their family before Mum kicked me out. I remember that night so perfectly...

It was a rainy day, but my family was so happy. It seemed like they would never be sad. Nothing could bring them down. But tonight, all that would change.

I didn't expect Ron to come walking into the Hogs Head. But he did, and he saw me on the pole, and nearly lost his mind. Smoke should've been coming out of his ears. I saw him too, and walked off stage, walking over to Alice. I asked her if I could leave a little bit early tonight, and after hesitation, she said yes. I was almost out of the back door when he grabbed my wrist.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here?!" he practically screamed at me. I just kept quiet and tried to break out of his grasp. But he was holding so tightly. He dragged me over to his truck and put me in. Then he drove all the way over to the Burrow.

When we got there and I saw my mother, I started bawling out of control. She saw me and ran over to me, not noticing that I was in a bra and thong. She hugged me and asked what was wrong.

"Guess where I found your daughter?!" Ron yelled, still fuming.

"Where?" Mum asked, rocking me back and fourth.

Ron looked over at me. "Go on! Tell them! You dirty little slut!"

"Ronald Billius Weasley! Never speak to your sister that way again!"

"But she is! Tell them, Ginevra! Tell them where I found you!"

"The Hogs Head." I whispered.

"And? What's the big deal about going to the Hogs Head?" George asked coming into the kitchen. He too didn't notice what I was wearing.

"Tell 'em what you were doing! Since you have no problem showing off your body why don't you let Mum know what you've been doing!" Ron yelled. His face was as red as his hair.

"Ronald! Go to your room this instance!"

"No! Not until she tells you! Go on, Ginevra! It shouldn't be a problem telling them! God and I thought Malfoy was bad!"

"Ronald! Now!"

"Not until she tells you!"

"Come on, Ron," George said, grabbing his younger brothers arm. But he was as stiff as a board. "Let's just go."

"Get off me!" Ron yelled.

"Ginny, what is Ron talking about?" Mum asked me, still holding onto me.

"Mum, I'm really sorry," I choked through my tears. "I don't want you to hate me."

"Ginny, I could never hate you," she whispered softly. "No matter what you do, I will never, ever hate you. I love you. You can tell me."

Like a fool I believed her. "I've been cutting school to go to the Hogs Head for five months."

She was angry. But that was even half off it. Before I could let her speak, I started again. "I've been stripping for four of those months."

Mum started crying, then she looked angrier then I have ever seen her before. She backed away from me. "Get out."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"Get out! Get out! Get out! I don't ever want to see you again! You are not a member of this family anymore! Now get out!"

"But, Mum," I said, more teas falling down my cheeks.

"I'm not your mother anymore," she hissed. "You're not my daughter anymore."

"Mum," George said softly walking over. "Don't you think you're being a little too harsh on Gin-?"

"If you want to be her family then you can leave! Anybody who wants to be her family can just leave!" Mum yelled.

George looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry, Ginny."

"GET OUT!!!" Mum screeched through the entire house.

I shook my head and ran out of the house and all the way back to my small apartment above the Hogs Head...

I was brought back to reality when I heard Draco's voice. I looked up after blinking my eyes and wiping the tears away.

~*~

Open your eyes

And look outside

Find the reasons why

You've been rejected

And now you can't find

What you've left behind

~*~

I couldn't believe Ginny. It angered me at how stupid she was being. Couldn't she see that she was in danger of getting an STD? Any girl with their right mind should know it was ridiculous.

I hated that I couldn't get her home. I hated that I had just left without a fight. I hated that I let myself fall asleep. I hated that she was in a house all alone with Draco Lucius Malfoy.

Ginny used to be so strong. She could be lost in Hogwarts, and she never would've asked for help. She knew she would be able to find her way back. But now...

She seemed so scared, like she was afraid to even step out of the house. She didn't know how many people loved her. Her parents had been trying to get her to come home by asking me to. They knew she wouldn't listen to them. They thought I was their only hope. I was beginning to think I had failed.

No, I thought. Don't think that, Harry. In a few days she'll listen to you. In a few days, she'll come home.

But that thought was so faint. I hardly believed it. Ginny seemed to be stuck in a nightmare. Her eyes, which used to shine, looked sharp and hardened. She looked like she was starving herself, and it scared me at how dangerously close she looked to committing suicide. You could just see it in her eyes.

She's a Weasley, and she always will be. But after her mother kicked her out, she doesn't think she is. She doesn't know whom she can trust, and to her, it seems like Malfoy is the only one who could understand her. Who could love her.

I need to go back, but I know I have to give her time. It sucks waiting for something that might never happen.

~*~

Be strong be strong now

Too many too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs

~*~

Draco was gone again, and I was sick of him leaving. He was always gone.

It's been about a week since Draco had brought me to his mansion, and it wasn't as glamorous as I had once thought it would be. It was always empty and quiet. I needed to leave.

Making sure nobody was outside, and Draco's car wasn't coming around the corner, I got dressed and ran out of the house. I was never coming back. I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I nearly collapsed.

But I didn't. When I realized where I'd run to, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to turn back around and run away. Again. But I didn't, I just walked up to the door and knocked.

They weren't home, so I just walked in. It was still as beautiful as ever. Clothes were being magically washed in the sink, and the clock was ticking soundlessly. The many flights of stairs looked brand new. I never wanted to leave.

Then I saw the clock. I walked over and inspected every one of the spoons. Ron's was still there. Fred and George's were still there. Mr. Weasley's was still there. Mrs. Weasley's was still there. Percy's was still there. Bill's were still there. Charlie's was still there.

But I wasn't. My picture had been ripped out. Tears sprung to my eyes and I fell to my knees and cried. I curled up in the floor and cried. I cried until no more tears could fall.

That's when I heard them pulling up to the Burrow. I stood up and ran out of the back. I made sure they were all in the house before I ran all the back to Hogs Head. I needed to feel something. Even if it was a stranger giving me that feeling.

~*~

She wants to go home

But nobody's home

That's where she lies

Broken inside

With no place to go

No place to go

To dry her eyes

Broken inside

~*~

I didn't see her there for that entire week. At first, I was worried. But then I thought it was a good thing. She wasn't stripping anymore.

I wasn't going to go tonight, but it had become a habit. I felt that maybe she would be there. That she was going back. If she was, I was defiantly bringing her back home.

I wanted to scream when I saw her. She was back. She was on the pole, and had Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott on both side of her. I seriously wanted to yank her from the stage.

So I did. That is exactly what I did. I walked up the stairs to the stage, pushed Zabini and Nott away from her, and dragged her off the stage. They two guys were too shocked to pull Ginny back.

A woman who had been stripping for a guy I didn't recognize, stepped in front of me and asked, "Where the fuck do you think you're taking her?"

"I'd advise you to move," I hissed. "Where I'm taking Ginny is none of your business. Now move."

"She's working," the woman said, pulling Ginny out of my grasp. "Get back up there."

Ginny nodded, and started moving back toward the stage. But I grabbed her wrist and held her tightly. "No. She's coming home with me."

"I know who you are," she hissed. "You're Harry Potter. But just because you defeated You-Know-Who doesn't give you the right to be King of the World."

"No it doesn't," I said. "But she needs to know who loves her and who just wants to hurt her. Her family and I love her, but all this place and you do is hurt her. If you were wise, you'd move. I have taken on more people than you could ever imagine, and if I have to, I'll take on you as well."

"Is that a threat, Potter?" Her eyes flashed dangerously.

"STOP!" Ginny finally yelled. She had tears falling down her cheeks, and she looked more like Ginny Weasley than I have seen her in a long time.

"Will you please just stop this? I can't go home, and I won't go home! Nobody wants me there! Here everybody loves me! I get attention here! When I lived with the Weasley's, no body paid me attention! I was just somebody there, just somebody else to feed and shelter! I'm finally happy! Do-!"

"You're not happy!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. People turned around to stare at us but then went back to watch the girls stripping and dancing on the stage or on their laps. "God damn it, Ginny! You are not happy! You want to cry! You want to run! You want to hide! I know what you want! When I was in my fifth year, that's exactly how I felt! You feel like you're being judged with every...little...thing...you do! Stop lying to yourself! If you do, you'll only get hurt more in the end! You can cry if you want to, just please, stop torturing yourself like this! It's not going to help you get over what you're feeling!"

"I can't! I can't do anything! I was horrible at Hogwarts, nobody loved me; not even my own family! All I wanted to do was get out of there and be myself! When you, and Ron, and Hermione left, I could finally leave without worrying about everything! I would've lost my mind if I hadn't left, and even though it's cruel to say this after everything you've done, I don't need you anymore."

~*~

Her feelings she hides

Her dreams she can't find

She's losing her mind

She's falling behind

She can't find her place

She's losing her faith

She's falling from grace

She's all over the place

~*~

I was in Harry's car now. I won't speak. I can't. It's too hard to speak. If I open my mouth, I'm afraid I'll scream.

"We're almost there," I heard Harry say. I just nodded in response. I wanted to cry. Everything was just too hard. I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I soon fell asleep to the soft hum of the car as Harry drove...

It was a dark and rainy night. Nobody was smiling, nobody was laughing, and everybody was scared to even move. All around me was a sticky dark red liquid. I bent down and touch it. I smelled it. It was blood. Bodies scattered the ground around me.

The rain was falling, but I wasn't getting drenched and the blood wasn't moving. I could feel it, but I still felt dry. The rain didn't touch the ground. I looked at the bodies.

There was Dumbledore

There was Ron.

There was Hermione.

There was George.

There was Fred.

There was Percy.

There was Bill.

There was Charlie.

There was Mrs. Weasley.

There was Mr. Weasley.

The last body I saw was Harry. But amazingly, I wasn't sad that any of these people were looking up at me with blank eyes. All of there eyes were black and staring at me in all directions. I would move, and their eyes would move towards me. Maybe they were still alive. I bent down to check the pulse of Charlie. I didn't feel anything but freezing cold skin. The rain had drenched them.

As I moved toward Mrs. Weasley I felt something grasp my ankle, I looked down and screamed. Mrs. Weasley had her dead hand wrapped around my ankle. She was on her side.

This is impossible. She was dead. They all were.

"You...you...you...you...you..." was all she croaked. Tears fell down my face. I wasn't sad for her death, but because I was scared.

"What did I do, damn it!" I yelled.

"You let them die," a different voice said. I turned around and saw Draco there. He was standing there looking like an angel. He wasn't wet, and he wasn't hurt. I moved away from the dead Mrs. Weasley without struggle since her hand had gone lifeless.

"I let them die." It wasn't a question, more of a statement. As I said this, I didn't feel guilty at all. It was cruel of me, but it felt good.

Draco held my hand and we walked through all the blood, but none of it stuck to us. It was just like walking on water.

I looked up and saw the Burrow ahead of me. It was burning, and the rain wasn't doing any help. I sighed. Nobody would be in there. But then I looked behind me and all the bodies were gone.

Curious as to where they had gone, I looked back up to the Burrow. I heard a scream. It was Mrs. Weasley. I saw her body pushed up against the window, and everybody else.

The house burned down and I was standing in the middle of all the dead bodies again. Their bodies looked the same as it had just moments ago, burned, and black, and rotten. But there was no smell and they looked freezing.

In a poof they were gone, and ash surrounded me.

"I let them burn," I whispered. "I let them die." I didn't even try to cry...

"Ginny. We're here." I opened my eyes and found myself back in Harry's car. It was stopped. It was just a dream, I realized. The Weasley's, Dumbledore, and Harry weren't dead. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

~*~

She wants to go home

But nobody's home

That's where she lies

Broken inside

With no place to go

No place to go

To dry her eyes

Broken inside

~*~

I led her up to the door. She stopped when she could hear all of their voices. They were laughing, and probably having a good time.

"Why don't you wait out here?" I whispered. I knew she wouldn't go anywhere. If she did, I would just bring her back again. Ginny nodded. I squeezed her hand and went into the Burrow, leaving the door open.

"Hello, Harry," I heard Mrs. Weasley say as I walked into the kitchen. Everyone was in there. Ron had come back from Paris for the weekend; Hermione was there as well.

"Hi," I said. I took a deep breath before asking, "Is it all right if I brought someone with me?"

"Of course, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she went back to stirring whatever she was cooking.

I nodded a thank you and Ron came up to me. "So who's the lucky lady you brought home?"

"You know her, actually," I whispered. "I'll bring her in, just go sit on the couch." He smiled and walked back to where Fred and George were sitting.

I went back outside to make sure Ginny was still there. She was. She was leaned against the wall and she had her arms crossed. She had changed into jeans and a tee shirt before I had brought her here.

"You ready?" I asked her. I didn't want to rush her, or make her feel like she had to. I wanted her to feel comfortable.

"Yeah," she whispered. Then she cleared her throat and said in a louder voice, "I'm ready."

I nodded and took her hand. When she was in front of the door, she hesitated, and then walked in. She went behind a wall and I went back into the kitchen.

"I want you to meet somebody," I said, and everybody turned toward me. "Come on in."

She walked in and everyone held his or her breath. Ginny looked at everybody's face, and smiled. Tears formed in her eyes and made them look like glass.

"Hi," she said.

I looked over at Mrs. Weasley and saw that she had tears in her eyes as well. She stopped cooking and walked over to her daughter. When she was in front of Ginny, her arms wrapped around her daughter and brought her into a hug. Ginny let her tears escape her eyes and hugged her mother.

Sobs could be heard and I looked around the room. Hermione had her hand over her mouth and had tears falling down her cheeks. Ron was staring at his little sister, as was everyone else.

George stood up and went over and hugged his mother and sister. Then everybody got up and did the same thing. I just stood there and smiled as I watched everybody crying and smiling and hugging. It was truly a beautiful site.