Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... eyes and saw the only thing she did have – Harry's ring. She recalled from what seemed like a year ago, Fabian and Gideon telling her what it could do. Desperate. Months ago she'd decided not to ask for Harry until she was desperate for him. Well, she was certainly desperate now. She slipped it off and, thinking of the only person she could ever want, rolled it in her hand. But Harry did not appear. She understood. When she needed guidance she usually sought her parents or else her older brothers. Always family. And so when she turned the ring, even though it was still in the box, Fabian and Gideon arrived. They were her only family that were dead. Harry couldn't come because he wasn't dead, not in this time. Finally, after all this time, Ginny cried. She screamed. She gave into the pain and the hurt and everything she'd shoved away. Remus had left her, abandoned her. He didn't have a care in the world where she was at this moment, torn and beaten and barely able to breathe. The boy she loved had made her disposable, just like the Death Eaters. She cried for all the months Remus had made her spend alone. And then Fabian and Gideon, dead, just like the rest of her family would one day be. She cried for betraying Lily and James. The loss of Harry's memories. She cried for every torture session she'd been through, for all the effort she'd put in to keeping her friends alive and safe. For wanting Harry, for missing Harry, for needing Harry. She cried for the pain and the fear ...

... and the anxiety. She sobbed for hours, letting out everything she'd wrapped up so neatly inside her and it left, all of it, every last bit. She accepted whatever fate was to come to her. Ginny shook and trembled and seized until she could no longer recognize anything within herself. Finally, she'd lost her mind. Watching the girl's new reaction to her torture and interrogation was sincerely the most disturbing thing Snape had ever witnessed, and that was a feat in itself. He stood behind Bellatrix, off to the side and watched. With every curse, Ginny laughed and laughed. The Cruciatus no longer affected her. Or maybe she was just too gone to feel anything. "There's nothing you can do that'll make me say anything at all!" she yelled gleefully. She was strapped to the chair again and joyful madness spread across her face. She leaned her head back so that she looked at those standing behind her upside down and she grinned. "She's lost it, Bellatrix," one of them said. Ginny made no response to this but to continue grinning like a child. "Not so soon. She's faking it, I'll bet." "It's been months," Snape disagreed. "No, she's much stronger than that." Ginny's head snapped up as if Bellatrix had caught her doing something wrong. But she said, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!" And then she burst out laughing again as if she'd just been told a raunchy joke. "Give me the Veritaserum. She may not be entirely gone. Maybe just gone enough to let go of her dirty little ...