Ginny listened, worry etched into her face. About halfway through she reached over and grabbed his hand, her own eyes stinging slightly. There was a lump forming in her throat and she had that overwhelming feeling like no matter what she said it wouldn't be the right thing and that there was nothing in the world that was going to fix this for him. Because he was right. He'd lost his childhood in that home and he didn't deserve it. No one deserved to have the love of family ripped away from them. No one deserved to be so deprived of simple things like a room that was painted the perfect colour or just a room in general.
"Oh, Harry." She finally managed, her voice cracking slightly. "The fact that you grew up to be even half as decent as you are--" She broke off, giving his hand a squeeze. "Of course you didn't bloody deserve that."