His Secret

Leaving For Hogwarts

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As Sirius burst through the emerald flames into the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place Molly sat up in alarm.

"Sirius, Fred, George, Harry, where?" she stuttered.

"Molly, please don't ask questions." Sirius begged as he strode through the kitchen and into the living room where he gingerly place Harry on the sofa.

"Sirius, what happened?" Molly asked staring at Harry's limp body.

"I know it's hard to believe, but Harry has been abused." Sirius said solemnly as he looked at his godson, the pain obvious in his eyes.

"By his aunt and uncle?" Molly asked tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Yes." Sirius stated simply. The twins stood on either side of their mother, patting her back comfortingly.

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"Harry?" Sirius creeped quietly into Harry and Ron's shared room. The boy in question was lying on the bed, ignorant to Sirius's presence in the room.

It had been a week since Harry was brought back from the Dursley's, and although his wounds had been healed he was left with scars, both physical and emotional.

"Harry?" Sirius asked again, desperate for an answer from the fifteen year old, knowing no answer would come Sirius began talking, "Harry, if you want someone to talk to, I'm here, I always will be." After a minute of agonizing silence Sirius walked out of the room.

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"Did he say anything?"

The kitchen was fit to burst holding all the Weasleys plus Hermione around the table. Silently Sirius shook his head, sliding into the empty seat next to Ginny, and put his head in his hands.

"I'm going to talk to him." Ginny announced, everyone stared at Ginny. If Sirius, his Godfather, couldn't get him to talk. How would Ginny, his best friends little sister, do it? But the Weasley's knew not to underestimate the sheer power that slim body held.

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"Harry, do you realize how much I and everyone else wants to talk to you?" Ginny asked sitting on the end of Harry's bed. Unless she was imagining it, Ginny was sure she'd seen Harry stir at the sound of her voice. "I don't care what you talk about just talk, please." Tension hung in the room, like a thick blanket pushing down on their souls.

"I don't want to talk about it." Harry's voice was hoarse from lack of use, but beneath the ragged words Ginny sensed a hint of desperation, and something that terrified her. Fear.

"You don't have to, please Harry, just talk about something." Ginny pleaded.

"I don't?" Harry asked, eyes wide, it broke Ginny's heart how innocent he looked.

"No. How about we talk about Quidditch." Ginny suggested, and that is how one hour later Sirius found them, talking and laughing together. He smiled to himself, this is what he should have done from the beginning. Red headed women always cheer Potters up.

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As the weeks leading up to the start of term passed Harry creeped slowly out of his shell. Nightmares were frequent yet expected, but he had still talked to nobody about what had actually happened at the Dursleys. Ginny, Fred and George were spending more and more time with Harry, Ron and Hermione, but nobody had any objections to this. In fact, Harry was glad for there company as Hermione kept wanting Harry to talk about his problems and Ron, being Ron, just nodded along with her, but when Ginny, Fred and George were there they quickly changed the subject.