Who: Ginnyheir & Harrycanon What: Ginny's a mess, and Harry can't not try to help. When: Sunday, after this Where: Ginny's unit in Pi(e) Warnings: probably ANGST; injury
The other Harry had been right, he was biased in regards to the Weasleys. Harry couldn't imagine the Ginny he knew just letting a secret like that slip; at least, he didn't want to believe she would. But their lives had gone differently, they were different people. Did giving her too much credit because of the way he trusted the Ginny in his world count as some sort of worldism, or was it the opposite?
It didn't really matter, because the trust issue had fallen by the wayside in the face of Ginny being hurt. She wasn't fine; Harry knew better, no matter how much she insisted. He had seen the blood, and she had objected to him finding Seamus, which probably meant she was trying to protect him from herself, from whatever she was going through. She didn't want Harry there either, but Harry wasn't sure if that involved any desire to protect him, or not. It didn't matter; he didn't need protecting, certainly not from her, certainly not over something like this.
He found his way to her room, and knocked on the door before hesitantly trying the doorknob. "Ginny?"