WIASAD

(set one month before previous)

Ginny walked down the corridor, her head held in shame. She could no longer meet the eyes of any of Draco's housemates, of any of her housemates, of… Hell, she couldn't meet anyone's eyes. She was supposed to supervise all the visits, to make sure no one who wasn't meant to come in or out did. And she had let Oliver waltz in, take what he wanted and dance back out again unscathed.

Whereas Draco had been caught up in the middle for no reason and was now in jail. And Ginny was too much of a wuss to do anything about it. She may have been able to talk to people about sex without blushing, but she was still a little girl really, one who didn't want to get into trouble because she withheld the truth for so long. Everyone just assumed that she was still upset about what had happened to Harry, but really, she had pushed that to a small corner in her mind, where she could deal with it a little day by day.

With her head down, she never noticed anything, and it was unconsciously that she made her way to Hermione's room. The girl had been recovering well, but still, something seemed to be bothering her, and Ginny's unconscious mind, the one that hadn't been reduced to a quivering pile of nothingness was determined to talk to the girl. Her feet pattered into the hospital wing, and she walked towards a bed with the curtains drawn about it. Ginny hesitated.

Should I be doing this Ginevra? I mean, she could be asleep.

Of course you should Ginny. It's the least you could do. After all, you got her in the bloody mess in the first place. And if she's asleep, well then, tough luck.

Okay…

Ginny walked forward and slowly opened the curtains, where she saw Hermione staring blankly ahead at nothing. When Ginny cleared her throat, Hermione blinked and turned her head slowly to watch the younger girl. Her eyes were full of disappointment.

"Why didn't you tell them?" Hermione croaked. She took a sip of water from the glass sitting at her bedside table and resumed staring at the fifth year Gryffindor. Ginny looked down, unable to look at the girl who she had indirectly caused so much pain to.

"I'm sorry Hermione, it's just that…. That, I got so scared of being questioned that I just couldn't say. I'm so-" Hermione snorted.

"It's not me who you should be apologising to. Draco Malfoy is in Azkaban because of you! Who knows what they're doing to him there? I'm not the one who needs the apology. He is. And even so, you say you're sorry, but I don't see you trying to rectify your mistake at all. In fact, you don't seem to be doing anything these days. You don't even help out in here anymore, and you're training to become a healer! What use is a healer who won't heal?" Ginny broke down into sobs.

"Hermione, I'm sorry! But I don't know what to do, or how to fix this! If I could, I would, believe me." Hermione's eyes softened, and she pulled Ginny into a hug.

"Don't worry. I know what to do. Now listen to me okay? What we're going to do is…."

Ginny walked out of the Hospital Wing with new feelings of hope. It was not too late to fix all of this. She was going to make everything she had done right again. Draco would not have to rot in Azkaban for much longer. Then, the smile dropped off her face. She was going to visit Harry.

Walking into his room, she pulled a seat up to his bed and smiled weakly, already feeling tears building up in the corners of her eyes. If she had only told someone that Harry was being abused, none of this would have happened. Harry wouldn't be so close to death… She wiped a lone tear from her cheek and grasped one of Harry's hands. She knew better than to will him to wake up, as she knew it would not work. Instead she just rested her head on his chest, reassuring herself that his heart was still beating, that he was still alive.

She stayed like that for some time, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Finally, she decided that she needed to get things organised, and began to rise. Her breath hitched as she looked down upon one of her best friends, and she finally let herself cry, letting all the guilt and pain she had built up since this all started go. She was so absorbed in her pain, that she didn't even notice Harry's heartbeat get slightly quicker. Nor did she notice the slight flickering of his eyelids. She failed to even notice the opening and closing of his mouth until…

"Ginny? Why are you crying?" Ginny instantly stopped. Then she gathered Harry into a bone-crushing hug, babbling randomly. Harry looked on confusedly at her, but hugged her back anyway.

WIASaD

Severus Snape was shocked to hear the news that Potter had woken up. Truth be told, he had thought that the boy would eventually die in his sleep. But then again, he hadn't really cared either way. Although Severus had come to respect the idiotic child that plagued his thoughts, he still hated him. But no one deserved what Draco Malfoy had put him through.

He didn't like to believe that it was his own nephew, but what else was there to do? Who else could it have been? No one else could have gotten access to that ward, as the entrance was very well hidden and only someone very clever could have discovered the password. Then again, his nephew was a very clever boy. Severus shook his head. No, the boy was his nephew no longer. He had done something unforgivable.

Severus walked into Harry's room to find him sitting up in bed, chatting animatedly to the Weasley girl. Since he had found out what had happened, Harry had refused to speak to anyone who had been involved in Draco Malfoy's going to jail. And when he looked at them, it was with loathing in his eyes. But because he would not speak to them, they could not understand why. They didn't even know what Ginevra had to do with all of this.

When Harry realised Snape was in the room, he shut up instantly. The things he and Ginny were discussing were top-secret, and not for a traitor to know. Harry had learned that there were a lot of traitors in this school. Many of which were people who had he had liked and respected. All of that was now gone. He had now been awake for a month, and Hermione, Ginny and his had been working diligently since then, non-stop. But there were things that hindered their progress. Harry's daily medication took up three hours of their time, morning, afternoon and night.

And then there was the therapy. At first Harry had been adamant that he didn't need it, but then the nightmares began again, as he remembered everything that Oliver had ever done to him. So they had brought in a specialist from Mungo's not being able to risk the whole story abut Harry being leaked out if he left the safety of the school.

"Miss Weasley. I will have to ask you to leave now. You may hinder your friend's recovery if you stay." Severus said this only to get rid of the brat. He hated the looks that she and Granger were always giving him. What exactly had he done? Saved their best friend from being raped again? He didn't understand it. He watched Weasley give Harry a kiss on the cheek before she left the room, brushing past him Snape roughly.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for rudeness to a teacher," He called after her as he too left the room, but holding the door open for a new person.

Harry's therapist came in the door. She was renowned for helping mentally disturbed people, and was the one that had helped the Longbottoms so greatly. Harry didn't consider himself to be mentally disturbed or insane, so he didn't really appreciate the specialist. But he supposed that if this Grelda Wines could stop the nightmares then he would put up with her.

"So Harry," She smiled at him. "How are you today?" Grelda might have seemed nice the first time you met her, but she always liked to get down to the nitty-gritty stuff easily. And she knew that asking that question would make Harry release everything he had built up inside.

"I feel fucking awful. It's been a month since I woke up, and I still can't get rid of the images in my head. I can't sleep normally in case I have the nightmares so am now very doped up on Dreamless Sleep Potion," Here Grelda frowned and stopped to take notes. It wouldn't be good to get him addicted on the potions he was taking.

"I feel like killing myself, or at least something! I feel guilty for putting myself through this, sometimes I just cry for hours and I can't stop," He was crying now. "And most of all, I feel angry with myself. Because even though he put me through shit, and tried to kill me, raped me… twice, once when I was fucking asleep, beat me and generally abused me, I still love him!

"I remember him smiling at other people and all I want to do is crawl in a hole or slap him round the face! I'm the only one he should smile at! But that's just it. I don't want to see him again, ever. He ruined my life; he's made it so I'm on medication for the rest of my life… I hate him!" Harry screamed the last part, through his tears. He hadn't meant to say so much! Oh, what if she was disgusted with him? If she didn't want to help him anymore? He didn't even know why she bothered - he couldn't even say his name anymore!

After his shoulders had stopped shaking in the bed, he looked up though his eyes to see Grelda sitting perfectly still in her seat, unfazed. Then she smiled at him.

"Well done Harry. The first thing everyone has to do is let it all off their chests. A lot of people don't do as well; they want to bottle it up, but that just makes people do bad things to themselves. But you do still have a way to go. First off, these conflicting issues you have about this man. Weigh up all the good things and all of the bad. That should make you sure about what you feel.

"Make a list for me. All the good things he's ever done and all the bad. Remember, I won't judge you, no matter what your choice. But you have to promise me Harry. If the bad outweighs the good, you must end this for good."