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WHO: Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, and a Healer.
WHERE: St. Mungo's.
WHEN: Friday. October 21, 2002. Evening.
WHAT: Ginny wakes up and Molly talks to the healer.
RATING: Mid to High in reference to Ginny's torture and rape.
STATUS: Closed | Complete.

Ginny had been unconscious since before she was even rescued and she still was. Though no one was supposed to see her, Molly had made her way into her daughter's hospital room anyway and had not left her side since. There was no way she was letting her baby out of her sight again and it was pretty clear to all the Healers and their assistants that telling Molly Weasley no in this case would not only be a lost cause, but would probably end up with them all in the same ward as Ginny for their own injuries.

Molly took a cold rag and patted Ginny's forehead. Although she had been with her daughter, she had not seen the full extent of Ginny's injuries. Ginny had a black eye, several cuts all over her body, and her whole being was basically black and blue. Molly had nearly fallen over and began to weep when she saw her, but instead she pushed passed the Healers in regular Mrs. Weasley fashion and began to tend to her daughter herself. Sighing, the Healer in charge of Ginny's case walked in the room to check on her.

Molly turned around and looked at the man. "Why isn't she awake yet?" The man had glasses, dark brown hair, and a thin frame. He was about 35 or so by the looks of him, but he may have been a bit younger. You could tell he hadn't slept for quite some time because of the dark circles under his eyes. Gently, he pushed his glasses up his nose and began to massage the bridge between his eyebrows. "I'm not sure Mrs. Weasley. She sustained some severe injuries. She's most likely in shock."

Molly didn't leave her daughter's side but turned to the doctor, her face becoming hard. "Severe injuries. What did they do to her?" The doctor scratched his head, looking apologetically at the older redheaded woman. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm really not supposed to disclose that information without Miss Weasley's consent." Finally stepping away from her daughter, Mrs. Weasley stalked up to the man, poking her finger into his chest. "Excuse me Sir, but this is my child. I gave birth to her, raised her, watched her grow up into a fine young woman and I am DEMANDING that you tell me what those disgusting bafoons did to my sweet Ginny." Molly looked as if she was on the edge of firing a killing curse at him or hysterically crying into his chest. The healer, having a daughter of his own couldn't help but feel sympathetic. Plus, Ginny had been unconscious for days now, most likely Molly would be told in a day or two anyhow.

Sighing, the man took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose again. "Alright." Taking in a deep breathe, the man looked out of the hospital room's window, not exactly able to meet Mrs. Weasley eyes. "Is is clear that Miss Ginny was subject to a significant amount of physical abuse. She had several bruised ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a few shoe prints on her back." Though Mrs. Weasley was mortified she remained calm, listening as the Healer continued. "Aside from that, she was severely beaten and has sustained severe injuries on her back from flogging." Molly's eyes widened as she looked at the man. "Flogging? You mean to tell me that these creatures whipped my daughter?" Turning to Ginny's bed side, Molly flipped her daughter on her side, pulling her hospital gown up to expose Ginny's bare back. Immediately, Molly gasped letting the gown down and backing away from the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face.

While the healers did the best they could in fixing what little flesh was left on her back, Ginny's entire spine was covered with thick scars. Molly pulled away to look at the healer with tear-filled eyes. "How many times?" The healer looked at Molly weakly. "Pardon me, Mrs. Weasley?" Mrs. Weasley gritted her teeth and spoke with her mouth almost closed. "How. Many. Times. Did they whip her?" The healer took in a breathe. "Upwards of 50." He didn't know what to do, this poor woman, he could only imagine what it must be like to have your daughter tortured and- he had nearly forgotten. Before Molly could reply he turned to her, taking the old woman's hand. "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley. But-" Mrs. Weasley looked up at him with uncertainty, "There's more?"

The healer swallowed hard, turning away from her again. "It is clear that your daughter, was. She was sexually assaulted." Molly's hands immediately went up to her mouth to suppress a gasp. "You mean, they she, she was. She was raped?" The healer's head fell down as he was unable to look the woman in the eye again. "Yes, she sustained several injuries from forced vaginal intercourse, and her vocal cords were damaged from being strangled." Mrs. Weasley's face went blank. She couldn't move, but was trying to be practical. "She's not. There's not. Is she pregnant?" The doctor shook his head. "It appears that assailant's attempt was futile. She does not appear to be carrying a child." Molly let out a small sigh, but didn't feel any better. The two stood there in silence before the healer gave her a soft pat on the back exited the room, leaving the old woman alone with her daughter again.

As tears began to stream down Molly's face, she heard a soft moan erupt from Ginny's lips. Immediately she rushed to her daughter's bedside, taking Ginny's hand in the process. "Sweetie?" Ginny's eyes were still closed, but she coughed a few times. "Mum?"

"Yes honey, I'm here." Molly kissed Ginny's fingertips gently as Ginny's eyes fluttered open. "Mum, where- Where am I?" She coughed again, but Molly smiled at her, stroking the hair out of her baby's face. "Shh. Don't talk sweetheart. You're safe now."

Immediately memories began to flood back to Ginny of being kidnapped and beaten. She didn't remember much past being whipped though. Slowly, Molly took a cup of water and held it up to her daughters lips, beckoning her to take a sip. Refusing to let her daughter see her cry when she just woke up, Molly suppressed her tears into a loving smile. "I'm so glad you're awake dear." Ginny smiled faintly at her Mum. "I- How did I get out?"

Molly squeezed hand, "Some aurors saved you. You were already unconscious when they got there." Ginny's face formed into a frown, she really didn't remember any of that and she was frustrated because of it. "Where? Where is Dad? And the boys?" Molly smiled at her. "They went home, they barely let me see you. I'm going to owl them and tell them you're awake as soon as I can manage to leave your side." Ginny laughed a bit, only to realize that it hurt to do so. Molly leaned down and kissed Ginny's forehead. "Dear. Harry's waiting outside. Would you like to see him?"

Ginny immediately frowned, not sure if she was ready to see anyone besides her family yet. While it was sweet that Harry was waiting for her, she just wasn't ready to speak with him. In fact, she had no idea what she wanted right now and for some reason the idea of seeing him made her feel uneasy. "I- I don't think I want to see anyone right now, Mum."

Molly looked at her youngest child sympathetically. "I understand, love. I'm going to go tell the Healer's you're awake. I'll be right back." She patted Ginny on the head before pulling away from her and crossing over to the door. She stood by it long enough to see Ginny turn over and fall back asleep again. Thanking Merlin that her baby was safe now, she exited the door to find a Healer.