Fixing Regrets

“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Harry asked. They were in the sitting room at Harry’s house, the one he’d inherited from his parents when he turned of age nearly a year before. They’d been watching the television (courtesy of Harry’s mother, Lily Potter, who was Muggleborn) and a rather intense sex scene had come on. They’d begun to snog, and Harry had the strongest urge to reach up and grab Ginny’s soft breast. He’d fantasized about them for so long, and he couldn’t help himself. He got caught up in the moment. She’d pulled away from him, a terrified look in her eyes. Now, he realized they weren’t married - she still had another year of school to go through - but really, terrified? He knew she must have desires, too. She looked like she was about to cry. So, he asked what was wrong.
“Nothing, Harry. I just want to stop, okay?” she said softly, scooting away from him. He was bewildered. Surely she wasn’t mad at him for that? They’d been going out for over a year - they’d gotten back together at Bill and Fleur’s wedding at the Burrow after his 6th year. It was now July of the summer after his 7th year. Honestly, he’d never once touched her there, for an entire year. She was just so gorgeous, and they looked so delicious - he couldn’t help it.
“Gin, please don’t be angry with me,” Harry said, slightly panicked. She turned to give him a sad smile.
“I’m not angry with you, Harry. I promise. I just…I’d rather not, okay?”
“Ginny, please tell me what’s wrong,” Harry begged her. She shook her head.
“Nothing. You don’t need to know. I’m fine,” Ginny insisted. He moved closer to her again and put his hand on her shoulder.
“I know you better than that. You’re hiding something from me,” he said. She hung her head, tears now visible in her chocolate brown eyes.
“Harry - I can’t tell you. Please. I just can’t. I’m…it’s too embarrassing. I’m too ashamed,” she blurted out, shaking her head and trying to shrug off his hand.
“Ginny…you know you can tell me anything…I’ve known you forever…please,” Harry asked again, gently. He moved his hand from her shoulder, instead getting off the couch and kneeling in front of her, holding her hands in his. “Tell me what’s happened. What did I do?”
“Oh, Harry, you didn’t do anything…you just brought back bad memories is all,” she said thickly.
“Memories of what?” he asked, curious.
“Nothing…please, I can’t talk about it,” she insisted.
“Ginny, come on. Something’s wrong with you, I need to know what. I’ll go crazy if I don’t know. Please?”
“Harry…it…it has to do with Tom,” she said hesitantly.
“Tom? What do you mean?” he asked quietly, gazing into her eyes. “He’s gone, Gin. I killed him. It’s over,” he finished.
“I know…it was before that. In…in the…the…the Chamber,” she said shakily. He got back up onto the couch and pulled her into his lap, shutting off the television as he did so.
“Gin, what happened in the Chamber? Tell me,” he said, looking her in the eyes.
“Tom…has…Harry, I’m not a virgin,” Ginny blurted out, before bursting into tears. Harry felt his anger boil inside him, knowing where she was going with this.
“What did he do to you, Ginny?” Harry asked her, putting his arms around her and pulling her closer.
“He…he raped me. He hurt me. I couldn’t tell anyone. I was so ashamed. I was no longer a virgin when I was only eleven years old. I’ve never told anyone else. I couldn’t think about it. You…touching me there…it brought it up. It made me remember. Oh, Harry, I’ve wanted to do things with you so long, those things I knew you wanted, but I just couldn’t. It hurt. It hurts. I don’t know what to do,” she sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed her back softly and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“Shh, Gin, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s not your fault. Please, shh,” he said softly, rocking her. “Ginny, I need to know what happened. I know it hurts, I know you can probably hardly stand to think of it, but I need to know what he did, so I know how I can help. Okay?” he said gently. She shook her head.
“I can’t, Harry. I can’t tell you. I’m so humiliated just remembering it. I can’t possibly say it,” she sniffled.
“You don’t have to. I still have the Pensieve, remember? Just let me look at your memory. Can you do that? Please, Ginny,” Harry begged. Much as he knew he didn’t want to see what had happened, he knew it was the only way he could help her, so he knew he had to see it. He felt her nod slowly against his shoulder.
“I trust you, Harry. I’ll do that for you,” she said thickly, still crying. He Summoned the Pensieve with his wand and set it on the table in front of them.
“Okay, Gin, I need you to concentrate on it. I’m sure you are already, but you know how this works,” he said. He put his wand to her temple and extracted the thought from her mind, putting it in the Pensieve. “Do you want to come with me?” he asked, knowing she wouldn’t.
“I don’t, but I need to,” she said quietly. He looked at her, surprised. “I trust you, Harry. I need to do this for my own good as much as you need to. It’ll be easier with you,” she insisted. He nodded and took her hand.
“Okay, then,” he agreed, and they both climbed into the Pensieve.
*****
It was dark. Harry looked around and could tell he was back in the Chamber. He was holding onto Ginny next to him. Looking around, he saw the eleven-year-old Ginny lying on the floor. Sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle was advancing on her.
“You stupid little girl. You do know why you’re here, don’t you? You did this to yourself.” He laughed evilly. “Yes, it’s your own fault you’re here. Not that I’m complaining. You see, as a memory, I haven’t exactly had the pleasure I deserve in a great many years. Thanks to your innocent stupidity, I get to fuck a virgin tonight.” Seeing the look of terror in her eyes, he laughed coldly again. “Don’t you worry, Ginevra. No one will ever know. No one is going to come save you. No one cares about you. Why should they? You were stupid enough to let me get this far. If they found out - oh, how they’d hate you! You’ll be dead long before anyone notices you are missing.” He went over to her and muttered a few spells. After one, she was completely naked, after the second, she was shackled to the cold stone wall. Harry was holding tightly to the real Ginny, who was sobbing at the words etched into her memory. The young Ginny was terrified, too scared to cry.
“Not going to make a sound, eh?” Tom said. “We’ll fix that. Crucio!” he bellowed, pointing his wand at the bound Ginny. She began to twitch and scream, not able to fall to the floor. Harry, knowing exactly how that curse felt and knowing he wouldn’t have been able to survive it at eleven, hugged the real Ginny closer to him. He could barely stand to watch what was happening to this precious, innocent girl. Chained naked to a wall.
Tom finally pulled his wand away from the younger Ginny, who was panting and sobbing now. The twitching had rubbed her delicate bare skin against the wall behind her, and blood was trickling down the stone. Tom laughed his cold laugh again, advancing toward Ginny. He roughly grasped one of her small nipples - she wasn’t developed yet, being only eleven - and yanked it. She screamed. He seemed to enjoy it, and with a wave of a wand, her nipples were both clamped to chains that were strung high above her head, pulling at them constantly. She continued to whimper in a pitiful, little girl way. Suddenly, Tom was also naked, and he shoved his hardness into the little girl in front of him. He was too big for her, and she was a virgin, so she screamed loudly at this as well. The real Ginny clutched Harry tighter, remembering the intense pain. He stroked her hair softly, soothing her.
Tom continued to pound himself into her pussy, even as blood began to drip down her legs. He didn’t care. As Ginny’s skin was roughly scraped against the wall more while he pounded into her, more blood began to drip down the wall. Harry was angrier than he’d ever been. Even knowing this was only a memory, he could barely stop himself from going and killing Tom Riddle. After a bit, Tom stopped thrusting in Ginny. He flicked his wand again and she was bent over in front of him, her wrists chained to her ankles, with the clamps on her nipples chained to the same bar - preventing her from standing up. With a studded strap of leather, Tom smacked Ginny’s small ass. She screeched in pain as the studs drew blood. He laughed and smacked her again, across her already bloody back. Young Ginny couldn’t even scream anymore, she was sobbing so hard. He continued to whip her with the spiked leather until her ass was bleeding. She was begging him to stop, saying she’d do anything. He laughed at her pitiful requests and shoved his cock into her small dry ass, no lubrication at all. He shoved himself in her over and over, laughing cruelly the whole time as her asshole became torn and bloody. Finally he pulled out of her, though he hadn’t finished yet. He flicked his wand once more and she was on her knees in front of him, held firmly in place by magic. Tom grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth, forcing her to take it all in her small mouth and throat, gagging her. He pulled it out and she threw up, ashamedly crying still. He cleaned it up and shoved himself in her again, not letting go long enough for her to pull back and get sick again. Finally he came down the back of her throat. She didn’t swallow any of him while she was in his mouth, so he pulled out and clamped her mouth shut, forcing her to swallow every drop. She gagged again but he still held her mouth, so she had to swallow that back down, as well. Finally Ginny managed to pass out, blissfully unaware of anything anymore. Everything faded to black and Harry brought Ginny back out of the Pensieve.

A/N: If you like it please review, I've got a lot more written but if no one wants to read more then I won't bother posting it!! (Even just one person wanting to read, I'll post, I promise!)