Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-10-25 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: ginny weasley, char: harry potter |
Who: Harry and Ginny
When: Late Monday Evening
Where: St. Mungo's.
What: Ginny and Harry talk.
Rating: Possibly high for potential references of what happened to her.
Status: Private and In Progress
Harry wasn't quite sure what precisely he would say, what would be said; hell, he wasn't even entirely sure what was going to happen. He hadn't bothered asking Molly what Ginny had told her, all he'd managed with Molly was to make sure Ginny was okay at least physically, and to make sure Molly herself was okay. Harry hadn't even the slightest clue what had happened to Ginny in those cowards' custody, but what he did know was that there was no shortage of horrors she could have faced, and when she wanted Harry to know--if she ever did--she'd tell him, she'd let him know.
He could scarcely fathom the things done, but he also knew precisely what those men were about and he hated them for it. He was in the midst of the Patricia Stimpson case, and they'd only had her--as far as he could tell--for a night. The anger swelled in him as he tried to walk himself through the thoughts, and instead quelled them immediately before approaching her door. The anger swept away as he neared it, and suddenly only pain filled him. Pain in knowing he hadn't been there for her, he wasn't the one to whisk her away, that he hadn't been able to save her, to protect her. He knew she probably didn't blame him, but there wasn't even a chance in hell he wouldn't make sure those responsible paid for what happened.
He moved to the door, and lightly knocked. The Healer must have been told he was coming, because he'd let Harry pass without question, and he slowly pushed the door open before sneaking a peak inside, "Ginny? It's uhm, it's me, Harry." As if she didn't know, but still he didn't know what to say, what to do.
He pushed into the home, letting the door shut behind him before turning his brow towards her as he flicked his wand so the room lit up a bit, "I hope you don't mind the lights on; if you do, I can turn them off."
It wasn't as if he was scared of seeing her, he'd been wanting to be by her side since he'd heard of her being kidnapped, but he was most definitely scared of doing or saying the wrong thing. He moved in, after she'd answered if she did, and moved towards her bed side as he looked down her offering her as strong of a smile as he could, "Hey there."
He knew Ginny was strong, she'd get through this--she was far stronger, far more fierce than he was. She had her mother's fire, and a Gryffindor's heart, he knew that in time she'd get through it. Even the strongest though, something like this changed them. You didn't just rebound, it took time, it took love, and it took an effort from everyone who loved you. He was planning on being whatever she needed and wanted.