I Promise I'm Fine: My Savior McGonagall

Book One in the I Promise I'm Fine series.
At the end of Harry's third year at Hogwarts, Harry seems downright terrified of returning to Privet Drive. Ginny Weasley performs an investigation, and the truth about the Dursley's comes out. When Ginny goes to Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor decides to take action. Upon arriving at Privet Drive, McGonagall finds the situation more dire than she ever could have imagined.



1. Chapter One

"Are you coming, Harry?" Hermione asked. 

Harry seemed to jerk out of very deep thoughts. "Huh?" he asked, tearing his gaze from the fireplace. "Where are you going?" 

Ron and Hermione shared a glance. 

"Er, breakfast...?" Ron said hesitantly. "Like we just said?" 

"Oh." Harry shifted slightly on the sofa. "No, I'm not hungry."

"Harry, the closer it gets to the end of term, the less you eat." Hermione said. "What is going on?" 

"Nothing, Hermione." Harry said, resting his head on the back of the sofa. "I'm just not hungry." 

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, coming down the stairs to the girls' dorms. 

"We're just heading down to breakfast, but Harry won't come." Ron informed her. "Do you want to come down with us, Ginny?" 

Ginny studied Harry, who appeared to be falling asleep, and shook her head. "No, I'll be down in a minute. You go without me." 

Ron shrugged, and he and Hermione left. 

Ginny was usually very embarrassed around Harry, but something was very much bothering him, and she was determined to find out what. Hermione had told her all about the situation with Sirius. Obviously Harry would be upset about that, who wouldn't be? He'd met his parents' best friends, gotten a chance for revenge on the man who sold them to Voldemort, been offered a home with his godfather, and then lost it all again, all in one night. But Ginny had a feeling that whatever was upsetting Harry went much deeper than that. She had a feeling it had something to do with his relatives. Of course, Ginny knew they were unkind to Harry, and that he hated it there. But she'd also noticed that he avoided talking about them. That he winced whenever someone made a sudden movement, that he shied away whenever anyone raised a hand towards him, whether it was Hermione, putting an arm around his shoulders, or Ron, giving him a high five. And Ginny Weasley, being the observant girl that she was, had also noticed that at he beginning of term, Harry was always much too thin, and had suspiciously hand-shaped bruises anywhere his baggy clothes failed to cover. 

So Ginny sat on the couch beside Harry, gathered her courage, and gently prodded him awake. 

Harry woke with a start, instantly exclaiming, "I'm fine, I'm just not hungry!" 

Ginny stared at him, and Harry seemed to slowly become aware that the two of them were alone. 

"Oh, hey, Ginny." he yawned. "Why aren't you at breakfast?" 

Ginny turned pink, and took a deep breath. After all, she hadn't quite turned 13 yet, and was still embarrassed around Harry. But this was important, so her embarrassment had to be put aside. 

"Harry," she began, "Harry, is everything okay at home? With your aunt and uncle, I mean." 

Harry hesitated, but for some reason, he felt a compelling desire to tell Ginny everything. 

"Honestly, Ginny?" he sighed. "No." 

And Harry Potter suddenly found himself telling this twelve-year-old girl, his best friend's sister, who he barely knew, everything he had never told anyone else, from periods of starvation to beatings. 

Ginny could not keep the horrified expression from her face. Her idol, her saviour, the Boy Who Lived, was abused, and terribly. Ever since he was two years old. And somehow, for the first time, Ginny was fully aware that Harry was just a boy, only 13 months older than she was, and he had been through more terrible things by the age of five than most people experienced in their entire lives. 

"And Ginny, I don't know how much longer I can put up with it!" Harry was growing hysterical. "It gets worse every day, and sometimes I just wish that I'd just die, so I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore, and I might, Ginny, because I blew up Aunt Marge last summer, and time doesn't make Uncle Vernon's anger go away like it does with other people, and when I get back,  he's going to kill me!" 

Tears were pouring down Ginny's face now, and she pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry stiffened at first, but then relaxed and began to cry, too. 

Ginny never knew how long she sat there, letting Harry rest his head on her shoulder, but it must have been a while, because Harry fell asleep again. Ginny couldn't bear to rick waking him up, so she didn't move until Ron and Hermione got back. 

"Ginny, what-" Ron began, but Ginny put a finger to her lips and gestured at Harry. Hermione understood, and helped Ginny lay Harry back onto the couch without waking him. Once the girls were satisfied, they and Ron sat at a table in the corner. 

"Ginny, what the heck has been going on while we were at breakfast?" Ron hissed. 

Ginny hesitated. She wanted to tel Ron and Hermione everything, but if Harry hadn't already, she knew he wouldn't want her to, and she would not betray his trust the moment she got it. 

"Nothing." she said. "Harry and I were just talking, and he fell asleep. We should probably pack, though, since we leave tomorrow." 

"I'm already packed." Hermione said. 

"Then pack Harry's stuff, I don't want to wake him." Ginny stood up. "See you in a bit." 

And she left up the stairs to her dorm. 

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