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This story takes place after HBP… I do not own any of the characters, etc. J.K. Rowling is the master of it all. It follows the Canon somewhat, but obviously I added and changed what I needed for this story to make sense… One thing I will point out is that I have aged everyone, making Harry 17 at the end of HBP (the beginning of this story), about to turn 18; Ginny 16 turning 17 etc… Just pretend that you start Hogwarts at 12... I felt like the situations in the story worked better if they were a little older... so.. a little long winded but I hope you get the point. Also, I just feel the need to point out that there are mature situations in this story, so if at any time you feel that you would be grounded if caught reading it, this probably isn't the story for you. That said, happy reading. :)



After Dumbledore’s funeral Harry returned to the Dursley’s for one week. He had promised Dumbledore that he would return and so he did, showing up on their doorstep a few days after the funeral.

“What, you’re not dead yet?” his uncle had grumbled when he opened the door.

They hadn’t bothered to pick him up when he arrived at the train station so he had caught a taxi. He didn’t waste his breath telling them what had happened because he knew they wouldn’t care and headed straight to his room.

He stayed in his room most of the time, counting down the days until he got to return to the Burrow. Hermione had given him instructions for a potion that would fix his vision and he worked on making it so that he wouldn’t need his glasses. He practiced his spells and went for a run each morning. He filled his time preparing for the task ahead of him… finding the remaining Horcruxes and bringing down Voldemort before he was killed.

It was only at night, when he was trying to go to sleep that he allowed his thoughts to move to Ginny. He wanted to see her – to be near her and hear her laugh. He knew he had broken up with her to protect her, but that didn’t stop the empty feeling in his stomach. It had been there since he had walked away from her at the funeral and he couldn’t get it to go away.

He couldn’t get the nightmares to go away either. They didn’t happen every night, but when he had them they were powerful. As he slept he would relive the moments of Dumbledore’s death and the scene often morphed into other deaths and situations that he was afraid of. He would wake up trembling, covered with sweat and dread the moment when he fell back to sleep.


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Ron and Mr. Weasley arrived early on the morning Harry was supposed to leave with them. Harry was packed and waiting in the living room, his aunt and uncle sitting stiffly across from him. Dudley refused to come down after hearing that more of “his kind” were going to be there.

Harry didn’t bother saying goodbye; he just nodded and walked out the door, happy to never see them again. A part of him was almost a little disappointed to leave for the sheer fact that he knew they were miserable when he was there.

They arrived at the Burrow around noon and Mrs. Weasley ran out to meet them, pulling Harry into a hug. “Harry dear! I’m so glad you’re here! You know, I just couldn’t feel good about you going back to that horrible place, I don’t care what Dumbledore wanted.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Harry told her, his eyes drifting behind her, looking for Ginny but not finding her. He couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that she hadn’t come out to meet him, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way and no reason to expect it.

Mrs. Weasley ushered them all into the house where they found Hermione in the kitchen, putting snacks out on the table.

“Harry! You’re here!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. “How was it? Were they horrible? How about your cousin, was he bigger than ever? And what about the potion…” Harry laughed as she continued to rattle off questions and held her away from him.

“Ok Hermione, take a breath, it was fine… are these for me?” he asked, grabbing a biscuit from the table.

They stood around talking and eating snacks for a few minutes before Ginny came into the room, stopping short when she saw him. She had been planning on being gone when he arrived, but apparently that wasn’t going to work now. How are they already here? Hermione said they weren’t going to get him until noon.

He was laughing at a story Ron was telling about visiting Fred and George but he trailed off when he saw her. It had only been a week but it felt like he hadn’t seen her for months and he took in the sight of her. She looks bloody gorgeous he thought as his gaze traveled over her. She hadn’t straightened her hair, and is fell in soft curls, framing her face, and she had on a denim skirt and a green halter, the color enhancing her hair. He could tell she was uncomfortable as she ran a hand through it and bit her lip. She always does that, he thought.

“Ginny!” Mrs. Weasley said, ushering her into the room, “Look, Harry’s here!” Ginny walked uncertainly forward and Harry ran a hand convulsively through his hair as she approached.

“Hi Harry,” she said giving him a quick hug.

“Hi,” he said, his hands lingering on her sides as she stepped back. His hand went to his hair again as he looked at her.

“You’re not wearing your glasses,” she said after a minute.

“Um, yeah, no Hermione found a potion for me…”

“I like it,” she said and he suddenly felt about ten feet tall.

“Thanks,” he replied with a small smile. Ron was busy eating and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had started talking across the room but Hermione watched the exchange with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He is such a guy, she thought, giving it about three days before he caved. She glanced at Ron who was happily munching on a biscuit, oblivious to the situation and rolled her eyes.

“Ginny, weren’t you headed to Luna’s?” she said loudly.

“Oh yeah,” Ginny said, breaking her gaze away from Harry. “I was just leaving.”

“Oh, um, what are you guys going to do?” Harry asked, wishing she wasn’t leaving.

“We’re going with Neville and Dean to see a muggle movie.” Harry felt a surge of jealously roar to life in him at Dean’s name but he shoved it down, reminding himself that he didn’t get a say in who she hung out with. Even so, his eyes narrowed as she left the room. “Nice to see you Harry,” she said as she walked out. She had seen the change in him when she had mentioned what she was going to do. She saw his eyes flash and couldn’t help smiling a little as she left.

“Why’s she hanging out with that prat?” Harry mumbled to Ron and Hermione, but more to himself really. Ron just shrugged while Hermione rolled her eyes, deciding to ignore the huge opening he had given her to remind him it was his own fault.


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The trio of friends, Harry Ron and Hermione, hadn’t told anyone of their plan not to return to school except for Ginny. With this in mind they made a big show of Hermione forcing them to study for the N.E.W.T. exams to explain why they were outside practicing magic most of the day. Arthur and Molly were busy with auror activities and actually didn’t care what they were doing as long as they never left the yard. Even Hermione was a little surprised that they so easily bought the idea that Ron would spend his summer studying.

They spent almost all of their time researching and learning any sort of spell they thought might give them a better chance of survival once they left. Harry didn’t see much of Ginny during the day and was thankful for it. He couldn’t help wondering what she was doing though, and ignored the itch to go find her.

The worst part of each day was dinner, when Mrs. Weasley insisted that they eat together. “As a family,” she would say. Each night it got harder for Harry not to stare at Ginny across the table. They each talked as if nothing was wrong, but Harry couldn’t seem to draw his eyes away from her mouth as she spoke, and often found himself not paying attention to the rest of the conversations around him as he glanced over at her.

Across the table Ginny was having a similar problem. She had quickly grown to hate dinner time; hated being near him and hearing him talk. She couldn’t seem to focus on her food, her eyes drawn towards him like a magnet. This dance would go on until eventually they would catch each other’s eyes; look away after a minute and stare determinedly into their plates for the rest of the meal.

Overall though, Harry felt like things were going well at the Burrow. All I have to do is make it through Bill’s wedding and then I’m in the clear he thought as he walked up the stairs one evening. He was lost in his thoughts and didn’t notice the bathroom door open until Ginny walked into him. His arm went around her as they stumbled.

“Oh!” Ginny said as they collided.

“Oh, um… sorry,” he said awkwardly at the same time… suddenly the hall felt very small and Ginny seemed way too close to him. He dropped his arm and stepped back as she looked up at him.

“That’s ok,” she said, “umm… so, what are you doing? Going to bed?” Harry stared at her lips as she spoke…

“Um, yeah, I guess so,” he replied, trailing off. They fell into an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say, but also not really wanting to leave.

Finally Ginny said, “So, when are you guys leaving?” Harry reached up and pushed a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear as he said, “after the wedding.” He trailed his finger along her jaw, following its movement with his eyes. Heat filled his stomach at her nearness and he groaned inside, wanting it to be his lips touching her and not his finger.

“Do you know what you’re going to do?” she asked, her voice taking on a breathy quality, distracted by his unexpected touch. Harry brought his eyes back up to hers and dropped his hand.

“I’m still deciding.” They stared at each other, knowing they weren’t just talking about his task…

Harry ran a hand through his hair distractedly and cleared his throat. “We have a couple of ideas though,” he said, forcing the conversation out of dangerous territory. Ginny heard the change in his voice and knew that he had shut himself off.

“Well,” she said, biting her lip as she paused. Harry felt his mouth go dry as he watched her, suddenly unable to see anything outside of her lips. “I guess I’m going to go to bed then,” she said after a minute, moving to get around him. He grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Ginny wait, I… I just wanted to say…” he trailed off as she looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. Her eyes were trusting and soft and he felt himself drowning in them as he stared at her. Ginny felt her heart beat faster as she stared up at him; captivated by his eyes. He was looking at her the way he always did, the way that no one else ever looked at her. Harry couldn’t think of anything to say, he just didn’t want her to leave…

So he dipped his head and kissed her. After days of trying to avoid it, trying to deny it, they sank into each other, filling in what had been missing. For the first time since arriving at the Burrow, Harry felt home. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her against him, kissing her deeply. This is not good, Harry thought vaguely as he backed her up into the wall. Harry moved his hand up to cup her face as he kissed her. He moaned softly as his tongue mingled with hers, and he pushed her more firmly against the wall.

Things were getting more heated when Mrs. Weasley’s voice yelled up the stairs, “GINNY?” Harry jumped away from her as if burned, backing up until he ran into the other wall. They stared at each other, breathing heavily… “Oh there you are,” Mrs. Weasley said as she appeared at the top of the steps, “I just wanted to remind you that we are fitting your dress tomorrow… Oh, hello Harry dear. What are you two doing in the hall?” she asked, looking back and forth between them. Harry opened his mouth to respond but no sound came out.

“Nothing mum,” Ginny said, pushing off from the wall, “just talking. What time tomorrow?” Harry mumbled something about going to bed as they talked and hurried to the safety of Ron’s room, sinking onto his bed.

He sat there, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head. He was horrified with himself; not because he had kissed her, but because of his thoughts as he had held her… I don’t just care about her, I… love her. He already knew that he loved her, but it hadn’t seemed so present before. It had been some abstract thing that didn’t matter if he could avoid her. She had felt so good, so right in his arms it had suddenly hit him that he would do anything for her… anything to protect her – making her the perfect weapon against him.

The door opened and she was there. He hadn’t looked up but he knew it was her. “Harry?” she said from the doorway.

“Go away Ginny,” he said, not looking at her. She walked over to him and waited.

When he didn’t look up she reached out, running her fingers through his messy hair. “Harry, maybe we should rethink our arrangement… I could go with you… I could help you…”

“No,” he said, still not looking at her.

“Harry, I know you’re trying to protect me, but there’s no reason that…” Before she could finish he had stood up, his hands cupping her cheeks, and she was startled by the intensity of his eyes.

“I’m not getting you killed,” he hissed… “The people I love die, and I won’t let you be one of them.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he silenced her with a kiss, holding her face in his hands.

Her hands went to his wrists and she rose up on her toes kissing him back, meeting his desire with her own. After a second he pushed her away, breathing heavily and shaking his head. “I… I’m sorry… I love you Ginny and I won’t -”

“I love you too,” she said, cutting him off. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to move away but she moved quickly back to him, running her hands over his face and kissing him. “I love you so much Harry.”

Harry felt like he was being torn in two as he kissed her back. He wanted to be with her so much it hurt, but he was afraid. He couldn’t get her killed. Harry let himself sink into the heat of the kiss, kissing her desperately, exploring her mouth with his tongue as she moaned.

After a minute he broke away. He reached up and pulled her hands away from his face and held her away from him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” he said softly, he said, keeping his eyes down, unable to look at her.

“I will not add you to the list of people who have been killed because of me… my parents, Sirius, Dumbledore… I won’t do it… I’m sorry but I’m right and I’m not going to change my mind.”

Ginny’s felt her eyes fill with tears and she blinked them back. She pulled her right hand out of his and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Harry you are not responsible for their deaths. Why can’t you see that?” Harry took in a shaky breath, seeing her unshed tears. “People make their own choices… and you’re not right. We’re all in danger now, no matter who loves who, or who is with who, or whatever… You can shake your head no all you want Harry Potter, but you are not right about this….”

“If, you really believe,” she said stepping closer to him, “we are not all going to make it, that we are probably going to die, why are we not enjoying the happiness we have while we still can?” He was silent as he looked at her. She stared back at him for a minute, studying his face. She could tell he was fighting it, but the want in his eyes didn’t match his words. “If you stop letting yourself live he’s already won,” she said softly. She took another step closer and he began to panic. “You should just give up now Harry, you know I’m going to change your mind…”

“Gin,” he said weakly as she brought her face closer to his… his heart was pounding as she cupped his cheek in her hand and rose up on her toes. He was saved as the door opened and Ron walked in, stopping in the doorway. Ginny dropped her hand and took a step back…

“Hey, what’s going on in here? I thought you guys weren’t talking?” Ron asked, arching his brow.

“We aren’t,” Harry said, not taking his eyes off of Ginny as she looked at him. He swore he heard Ginny mutter “yet” under her breath as she turned and walked out of the room and when she was gone he fell back onto the bed with a frustrated sigh.

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