Harry Potter and the Thunderstruck Muggles(01) - Sahits

she's not going to tell me. But she has to talk with someone - so I thought you were the rightperson."Ginny stared at him. "Are you out of your mind?? ... What makes you think I'm going to talkto a complete stranger? You must be really thick to believe ..."Harry made a calming gesture with his hand. "Wait a minute ... It had to do with a man, andwhat he did to you, so much's for sure ..."Ginny's expression changed from disbelieving to furious, with him spilling such details in thiskind of public."... and Samantha's an expert in bad treatment from men. I think you should give it a try."Speechless, Ginny stared at him, at the woman.Samantha's voice was neutral. "It's your decision, hon ... I know there are things you can tell abartender and nobody else. There's no bar inside, but a drink's within reach." She turned."Harry, get lost - and take your time."He nodded. "Of course."For the next two hours, Harry kept working in the training hall, harder than ever. His highkick-jump over the shoulder of that Claude had been the result of last week's exercises - nowhe intensified the training. Using a dummy in upright position, he placed an empty can on topof its head and trained kick-jumps that would hit this target without touching the dummy.Then, to relax a bit, and his mind more than his legs, Harry imagined the dummy as Cho'sdreamer - just the right picture to jump less high than before, and to kick into the face with thefull force of his leg.The exercises were draining his madness, then his boiling anger, finally his own strength. Atthe end of the two hours, Harry felt calm enough to meet the dreamer again without gettingover the fence. The unknown figure in Ginny's tour was a different story.He showered and dressed, then went out and walked toward the hut. After a few steps, healready had company - the dog, spinning circles, racing forward, coming back, pure energy onfour legs.Samantha was sitting outside. Ginny nowhere in sight. Harry sat down. "I wouldn't mindsomething wet."Samantha grinned. "Wet and cold, or ..."Did he blush? "A drink - just that.""A beer, or something poisonous like a soda?""Soda's fine, thanks."The dog came along, a small leather ball between its fangs. The appeal was obvious - Harryshould throw it.42