Ginny stayed quiet for a long moment. She worried her lower lip as she watched him, clenched fist and fighting tears. "Harry, I--" she started weakly, her voice catching in her throat. "I wish...I wish I could--" But what did she wish? The past couldn't be manipulated and nothing she said or did would change what had happened. She couldn't make his aunt and uncle treat him properly and she couldn't heal the scars they'd left behind. All she could do was hold his hand and make sure he never felt so unwanted...unloved ever again in his life.
She swallowed hard again and gave his hand another gentle squeeze, shifting so that she was a little closer to him.