Abused

At The Burrow

I open my eyes to see Mrs. Weasley looking at me as though I am going to break any moment. I look around and quickly notice that I am on the sofa at the burrow. I can see that Mrs. Weasley had been crying her eyes are red and her face tear-stained. Then, I remember, she saw Uncle Vernon hurt me, she watched him abuse me. I see pity in her eyes, I don't want to be pitied.

"Where are Ron and Hermione?" I ask afraid that they know.

"They are off in town. Harry, are you okay?" She asks her voice wavering.

"Please don't tell Ron and Hermione I don't want to be pitied by them. I am fine." I say quickly. "I'm used to being hurt." I mumble the last part.

"Harry, if you don't want them knowing I will respect that." she says this before walking away.

"Ron, do you reckon Harry is here yet?" I hear Ginny's voice as she walks through the door. "Harry!" she exclaims before running to me. she wraps her arms around me tightly. It takes all my power to not scream in agony right now. My still open wounds on my back are completely searing in pain. I fight it and hug her back. She pulls away and I give her a quick peck on the cheek. Thankfully, Ron doesn't notice, as he is too busy hugging me along with Hermione.

"I missed you guys!" I say still fighting the pain.

"We missed you!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Harry, can I talk to you," Ginny asks, "alone?" I nod and follow Ginny to her room. "How are we to tell Ron?" She asks. "He wasn't very keen when I dated Dean."

"I'll tell him, don't worry." I state before passionately kissing Ginny then, going into Ron's room.

"I missed you mate!" He says as I sit next to him.

"Hey, Ron can I tell you about something?" I ask now getting nervous.

"Anything mate." He responds.

"Well, what would you say if I told you, that your sister is dating none other than, the boy who lived?" I ask this, my mouth carefully forming each word. He sits there with a huge grin on his face.

"Bloody hell, my sister is dating Harry Potter!" He screams this as he painfully pats my back. "Harry, I have a quick question," I nod thinking it's something about mine and Ginny's relationship. "Aren't you hot? You're wearing a sweatshirt in summer and it is boiling hot outside!" He says this and my heart skips as beat.

"I'm fine," when did lying get so easy? "I just like having it on."

Just then, as though revealing my worst secrets, he yanks off my gray hoodie. Revealing the nasty cuts on the back of my neck and arms. He gasps causing Hermione to look up from her book. When she see's the scars she pales, evert so slightly. Then, just my luck, none other than Ginny walks in. I'm caught, I stop dead in my tracks and tears slide down my ashamed face.