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“You don’t understand,” Ginny said, her voice so small it seemed stifled. “I used to love books. A book. I used to save up opening it like a treat last thing at night, smooth out the pages, use my best quill to write out things I would have never told a living soul and – and it was the Dark Lord and I almost killed and I almost died! In second year I had panic attacks whenever I had to go into the library. I’d make sure to take so many notes in class, so I wouldn’t have to open a book, I – I got control of it, of course I did, but – there were so many piles of books in there and everything was so claustrophobic, you were all so desperate, and I didn’t want you to see me... I didn’t want you to know. It’s stupid. I know that.” She lifted her chin. “You’re not the only one with some issues, Harry.”

- Quality of Mercy, Chapter 23 by mistful