All My Heart- A Harry Potter FanFic

Chapter 48

As soon as we land at the burrow, I pull my hand out of Ron's, and walk over to the couch in the living room. I sit down and burry my face in my hands. Sharp, excruciating pain spreads up both my hands and I remember what I did. I let out a small gasp of pain and my head shoots up off my hands.

I look down at them. They are still a bit bloody, and huge bruises cover most of my skin. I now realize that I can bend and move my hands, so there aren't any broken bones, but the bruises and cuts kill. A few tears slowly roll down my cheeks. How could I have been so stupid?!?

Ron comes over to the couch and sits down beside me. I quickly hide my hands from his sight as he slides an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I carefully rest my head on his shoulder and together, we relax, sinking deeper into the couch.

With one arm still gently placed around my waist, Ron holds out his other hand, expecting me to take it. I can't! I don't want him to see my hands. He'll get mad at me and remind me of my stupidity.

I slowly shake my head no and look away from Ron, still holding my hands out of his sight.

With a confused expression in his face, Ron cups my chin in his hand and turns my head to face him. His touch is gentle, but it makes me flinch slightly. I stare into his bright, sky blue eyes and I can feel tears welling up in mine. "Morgan what's wrong?" Ron asks me softly, worry and confusion laced in his voice. My eyes skip down to my hands then quickly back up to Ron's face. To late! He sees me look down and looks towards my hands too.

His eyes settle on my busted hands and he gasps, and pulls them closer to him. At his touch, I let out a small, high pitched scream and tears immediately start flowing from my eyes. Quickly, Ron lets go of my hands and pulls me close to him. He wraps his strong arms around me and I burry my face into his chest, sobbing.

"What happened?" Who did this to you?" Ron asks quietly, still holding me close and gently stroking my hair. I shake my head no again, my face still buried in his chest. I can't tell him I did this to myself! He'll get so mad! I'm terrified of his reaction!

"I won't get mad." he assures me, as if reading my thoughts. "Please tell me." I can tell he is truly concerned about me and I know he would never hurt me. I slowly lift my head off Ron's chest and mutter, "Promise you won't get mad?" He nods, looking at me as I stare at the ground. "I promise."

Slowly, I push my hands towards him so he can look at the damage I've done and I tell him what happened. How I broke down in front of Ginny, how I punched the wall imagining it was everyone who has ever hurt me, and even how the last face I saw was my own.

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I finish telling Ron what happened and he once again pulls me into his arms. I start sobbing again and he hugs me tighter. "I'm so sorry." I cry between sobs. "I was being so stupid. I just couldn't take it!"

"Shhh" Ron whispers soothingly. "I know, and it's ok. It's all over now." I slowly nod and start to control my sobs. Ron's right, it's over. It's all over.

Voldemort is dead, and I'm safe at the burrow. I never have to go back to my horrid cousin's house, and I'll never be abused again. I know the Weasley's would never hurt me, especially not Ron.

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With a sigh, Ron gets to his feet, pulling me up with him. An arm still wrapped around my waist, he leads me upstairs and into the bathroom. He reaches up into the medicine cabinet and brings out a small first aid kit, and without a word, gently cleans the cuts on my hands and puts some sort of healing cream on my bruises. I wince and bite back multiple screams with every touch.

Still wordless, Ron finishes and wraps bandages around my hands, making me wince again. He then packs up the first aid kit, places it back in the medicine cabinet, and puts his arms back around my waist and leads me back downstairs as if nothing happened.

We sink back onto the couch and I bring my knees to my chest, curling into a ball, and lean into Ron. He pulls me close and we sit that way, both staring at the fire, thinking.

I continuously see images of Olivia and Fred's faces flicking through my mind. Memories flashing behind my eyes. I sigh and try to fight back tears as I stare at the flames licking the logs in the fireplace.

Ron looks down at me and gently places a hand on my cheek. I look up at him and stare into his eyes. I feel his thumb brush across my cheek and I realize he's wiping away a tear that has managed to escape my eyes. Slowly, he leans in and kisses me.

I miss him back and finally, for the first time since my parents death, I feel safe.

Truly safe.

My only hope is that it lasts.