Fixing Regrets

OK First the Author's Notes: I may not be able to update again for about a week, work has been CRAZY lately. This chapter doesn't contain too much, just a bit of story and Harry healing Ginny...which some of you might like, I personally love the hurt/comfort thing :P
Next, to my lovely reviewers (I honestly didn't think anyone would like this enough for me to continue) - thank you for being so encouraging! I hope you continue to like it, I really do.
Minerva Ann McGonagall - let me know if this one's easier to read for you! I already have a beta, but thanks for the offer :D Also - I can't seem to get access to your email, so I hope you check and see it's updated anyway!!
And now on to the good stuff.

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Everything faded to black and Harry brought Ginny back out of the Pensieve.

She was sobbing into his arms and he brought her over to the couch to hold her and let her cry.

“Shh, Gin, shh,” he said soothingly, holding her tightly to him. “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay. I love you, and he’s gone, it’s over. It’s alright. Shh, shh,” he said soothingly, rubbing her back and stroking her hair softly. When she finally managed to calm down, he held her at arms length. She wouldn’t look at him.

“Ginny,” he said softly. She didn’t respond. “Gin, look at me,” he said, cupping her chin in his hand and turning her face to his. “Listen to me. That’s not your fault. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He leaned in and kissed her eyes.

“Oh, H-harry,” she hiccupped. “It was just so awful. And…ever since I knew what sex was (which was before that, believe it or not), I wanted to lose my virginity to you - I didn’t even know you then. But now…I can’t even give you that. I’m a dirty whore,” she sobbed, starting to cry in earnest again.

“Shhh, Ginny, shh,” Harry said, pulling her into his lap again. “You are not. You know better. You know he was wrong. You know we all loved you and cared about you, and you know I love you more than anything. If he wasn’t already dead, I’d vow to kill him now just for what he did to you,” Harry said savagely. Ginny calmed down a little sooner this time.

“I just…I would give anything for it to not have happened, Harry,” she said sadly. He could see so much pain in her eyes.

“I know. Me, too. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he said softly, looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes. “But…you had so much blood all over you…I didn’t see any of it,” Harry questioned.

“I know. It all seemed to be gone when I woke up, though my back still hurt like crazy. Madam Pomfrey wanted to know how I got hurt so much - she said even she couldn’t get rid of the scarring it would all cause. I just told her about the fight you talked about with the snake - I didn’t mention I was unconscious. Oh, Harry, I’m so ashamed!” Ginny cried, looking into his emerald eyes. Harry brushed a lock of red hair out of her face.

“My sweet Ginny, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” Harry said with sincerity. “I mean it. You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t possibly have known what was going on. I love you and I trust you, Ginny, I know it isn’t your fault. Please believe me,” he begged, searching her eyes. She stared back at him.

“I can’t tell you how much that means to me, Harry,” she said quietly.

“What about when he got you…well, from behind?” Harry asked, feeling a bit awkward. “Did you have Madam Pomfrey fix that up for you?” Ginny shook her head.

“No…I couldn’t. I couldn’t explain it to her without telling her what had happened.” Harry was nearly shaking with fury at what Tom had done to his precious Ginny.

“Is it…er, did it heal properly?” he asked. He knew it had been 5 years ago, but he’d gotten very good at healing spells, and wanted to help her if he could. She shook her head.

“I’m not sure. It…well, to be quite honest, it still hurts a lot sometimes,” she confessed, looking fairly embarrassed. He stroked her hair, soothing her.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my Gin. Do you want me to take a look?” he asked her. Her eyes went wide. She trusted Harry, but…the memories… “Gin, you know you can trust me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?” Harry clarified. She nodded slowly.

“Yes, of course I know, but…I’m just…embarrassed, and…scared,” she said hesitantly. He hugged her tightly to his chest.

“I know. I understand. But I want to help,” he said gently. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise. It’s a feature everyone has, like it or not,” he said with a small smile. She giggled softly.

“I just…promise you’ll be gentle?” she asked. “And not make fun of me?”

“Oh, Ginny, you know you don’t even have to ask that of me. I’ll always be gentle with you, and I could never make fun of you,” he said softly, kissing her lips gently. She kissed him back, clinging to the loving sensation. He pulled away from her slowly.

“Well…your skirt’s going to have to come off, and your knickers,” he said. “Would you prefer to do that, or…?”

“I trust you, Harry,” Ginny said simply. She stood up in front of him, visibly trembling.

“Relax,” Harry said, taking Ginny’s hands in his. Her trembling went down a bit. He gently reached up and pulled down her skirt and white cotton knickers, his eyes widening. He’d never seen this much of her before. He felt himself starting to get hard, despite the situation. She was GORGEOUS. Her mound was completely bare, and her thighs were a perfectly creamy colour, so soft - they looked like velvet.

“I know I’m not much to look at,” Ginny said quietly, beginning to shake again.

“Oh, Ginny, how could you possibly think that?” Harry asked, almost reverently. “You’re…you’re incredible. You’re indescribable,” he said. “I don’t want to sound perverted, but would you mind taking off your shirt as well? I want to see your back,” he asked. She nodded to him and began silently undoing her buttons. He reached up to help her. Finally, he slid her shirt off of her shoulders, revealing a goddess of a girl standing before him in naught but a white cotton bra. He couldn’t control his sharp intake of breath anymore than he could control the weather in China. Merlin, she was sexy! It was so terrible she’d had to go through the things she had…surely one as exquisite as she was deserved so much more. How sexy a decent bra would look on her. And those freckles…they were all over her body! He’d never thought of that. Harry swallowed hard, willing himself to think of other things, anything besides those creamy breasts, those white-chocolate thighs, those perfectly shaped nipples…stop it! Harry mentally screamed at himself. She needs you, now quit being a prat! He took a deep breath.

“Ok, Gin, you need to lie down on your stomach, okay? Here, just use the couch for now.” She obeyed him, though she was still trembling.

“Harry, I’m cold,” she said softly. He mentally smacked himself. He’d just taken off all her clothes, of course she’d be cold. He cast a warming spell on her.

“Better?” he murmured. She nodded. He gently ran his hands down her back and over her bum, trying to relax her and get her used to his touch. Her shoulders started shaking, and he could tell she was crying again.

“Shh, Gin, shh,” he comforted, rubbing her back. He could see the white scars all over it. He gently bent down and kissed each one. He knew she was feeling a bit embarrassed, and he wished he could tell her there was no reason to be. He kept silent, kissing his way down her back, touching every last scar, and then moving to kiss the ones on her bum as well. Finally, he realized she wasn’t going to truly relax until he did what he was going to do. He took a deep breath, willing himself to think about other things - she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He reached down and gently spread her bum so he could look. What he saw saddened him. He could see scars there, too, at her entrance. It was torn up. He couldn’t see anything that would continue to hurt her, however.

“Ginny?” he said softly.

“Yes?” her voice was muffled by the couch.

“I don’t really see anything wrong…I’m going to reach into you with my wand and see if I can detect anything, okay? Please, calm down, it will be alright, I promise,” he said, stroking her hair, for she’d tensed up at the idea of him entering her.

“Harry…last time anyone was back there…it…it hurt so much,” she stuttered.

“I know, love, but you know I’d never hurt you. I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise you,” he said softly. She nodded. He murmured a lubrication charm for her, filling her with a cool wetness. It was an odd feeling. He gently put one of his fingers in her, feeling her tense up - he knew his wand was bigger than his finger, so he wanted to get her used to it. It was taking all he had not to pound himself into her right then; he could feel how tight her hole was, and he’d dreamed of doing that with her…but only with her consent, you great stupid prat! Harry mentally berated himself. He gently swirled his finger around to try and get her used to the feeling a bit so as not to hurt her. When she relaxed a bit, he pulled his finger out and pushed his wand inside, muttering a spell.

She was crying again, she felt so ashamed, and so embarrassed - Harry’s wand was in her bum, for crying out loud! It hurt, too, but he was gentle - she knew he would be.

He could feel her crying and tried to soothe her. He found through his spell that there were still small scars and tears inside of her - they hadn’t healed. He muttered a cleaning spell and a healing spell, and then found that all was okay again. He pulled his wand out of her, cancelled the lubrication spell so she was not uncomfortable, and pulled her into his arms.

“Does it still hurt, Ginny?” he asked her. She shook her head and mumbled, “No.” His warming spell was wearing off and she was shivering again. He took her naked body into his arms and brought her into the bedroom, where he sat her on the bed and wrapped a blanket around her. He held her while she cried more, and rubbed her back until she calmed down.

“All better, Gin?” he asked softly, smiling down at her. She nodded.

“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m sorry for being such a baby…what you must think of me…” she trailed off. Harry laughed, and Ginny looked affronted.

“Sorry, love, it’s just that - what I think of you is that you are a gorgeous goddess who deserves nothing less than the very best life can give you, and I wish I had known before to help you. And Gin…god, it was so hard to keep things…er… ‘professional’, as it were…you are so incredibly sexy,” he explained. She snuggled closer to him and pulled him under the blanket as well.

“Would you like me to modify your memory? I’ve gotten quite good at it, I can be sure that you never remember that or any of this,” Harry offered. Ginny shook her head.

“No…I wouldn’t want you to remember it and not me…I…I want you to…to change it,” Ginny said hesitantly.