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Harry was sitting quietly by himself in a small hospital ward. Lupin’s spell had caused him to fall flat on his arm, resulting in a broken elbow joint. Charlie and Bill, who had arrived with Lupin, had gotten rid of all the press while Harry was escorted up to the ward for some quick treatment. There had still been no word from Ginny, Ron or Hermione but Harry had insisted to Charlie that he didn’t want to worry them.


Harry looked up and saw Lupin at the door. Against the darkness outside and the dim lighting inside, Lupin looked like a dishevelled mess (the full moon was nearing). Harry nodded, indicating that he could enter.

“I apologize for that spell, I had no idea it would hit you that hard.”

“That’s…that’s alright,” Harry said quietly. “You did the right thing. If you hadn’t stopped me, I probably would have shot down every single reporter in that bloody room.”

“Well, emotions often do get the best of us,” Remus remarked, staring out into the sky. “It is perhaps man’s worst weakness – the inability to control oneself and believe me, no one knows the torture of the loss of control better than me.”

Harry smiled very slightly. “How’s Hermione?”

“She’s doing much better,” Lupin said kindly. “Molly and Arthur are smothering her as we speak. But I’m worried about you, Harry.”

“I already told you, Remus, my arm’s going to fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Harry’s eyes immediately lost eye contact and trailed off to stare at the walls. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry said slowly.

“Well you’re going to have to,” Lupin said with a tone of finality. “I assume the wedding is now off?”

Harry paused and then slowly nodded. “Hermione’s incident gives us a good excuse without making a huge field day for the press.”

“What do you plan to do now?”

Harry looked up. He was expecting more direct questions relating to the wedding…not this. “Uh…I’m not sure yet. I guess I’ll just…start over.”

“Harry, this isn’t the loss of a job where you can start over and start climbing from the bottom all the way to the top. This is love…a love that you’ve desired for many years. You’re just going to let it walk away?”

“I can’t help it!” Harry exploded. “She doesn’t love me…she doesn’t even think of me in any other way than a friend. What do you want me to do? Force her down the aisle knowing that she’ll be seeing Malfoy’s face instead of mine?!”

“I know you’re mad at Ginny,” Lupin said calmly. “But I need you to understand something.”

Harry still didn’t make eye contact and reluctantly heard what Remus had to say. “Harry, it's true that Ginny has fallen in love with someone I know you, Ron, and Hermione dislike with good cause and who hasn't aided her and her family, not to mention society as a whole, remotely close to what you've done, but I'm sure that she really appreciates your heroics and courage even if she broke your heart.”

Harry didn’t say a word as Remus continued. “Her choosing another man over you does not undermine you or your character. In her eyes, I know that she still sees you as a hero and as someone she truly respects and cherishes in her life.”

“I gave her all I had,” Harry said softly. “I gave her everything that I could and it still wasn’t enough.”

“She didn’t find something more in Malfoy, Harry. She found something different and that’s something that you cannot help or change. Don’t try to hold Ginny back, but rather help her find that happiness which you had with her.”

“He…he’s in Italy, you know,” Harry said cautiously. “I had them check it out at the Ministry. He moved to Italy to care for his mother.”

“I heard. Harry, if you really believe that you’ve lost Ginny as a love then try to earn her back as a friend. Let her know that you support her going to Italy…to Malfoy.”

Harry paused for a long while. “I can do better than that,” he whispered. “I’ll take her.”

Lupin looked up immediately. “Take her? To Italy?”

“She needs to know that I’m not angry with her…you’re right.”

“That doesn’t mean that you should take her there-”

“I want to…for myself and for Ginny. Taking her there will let me be sure that she gets there safely and let her know that I’m not just letting her go but giving her up…to another man.”

“Are you sure about this?”

Harry gently nodded. “It’s the only thing I can do to fix the damage I’ve done.”

Remus smiled and put his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “If your parents were here to see this…I know they’d be proud.”

Harry grinned. “What about Sirius?”

“Well…Sirius is a different matter. He’d probably jump in anger that you didn’t punch Malfoy’s guts out and abandon him in a forest or something.”
“Mr. Malfoy!”

Draco poked his head out of his office and caught a handful of papers tossed into the air. “Those need to be processed as soon as possible, sir!”

Draco nodded in contempt and dragged those sheets back to his desk. He usually just laid out the papers on his desk and then revelled in the sweet memories of that lovely red head.

Still no word from Ginny.

It had been so long that Draco was now convinced that Ginny was with someone else. She had neither replied nor given him any indication that she even knew he existed anymore.

He couldn’t take the silence anymore. He dumped his papers into a drawer and walked out of his office. As he exited, he noticed a bunch of witches scrambling together and whispering something excitedly.

“Oh, hello Mr. Malfoy,” one of the witches said, blushing like a rose. The witch had short, curly blonde hair and seemed about the same age as Draco.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Draco said unenthusiastically. He continued on walking as the witches went back to whispering. He vaguely heard the words “marriage”, “baby” and “cancel” but he didn’t care.

Perhaps if he’d stayed a little longer he would have discovered the headline of the magazine that the witches were reading. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley call off wedding due to the birth of their best friend’s baby.

“Ginny,” Harry said as silently as possible. It was the middle of the night and Ginny was in her room at the Burrow, sitting by herself.

“Harry?” Ginny responded, puzzled.

“I need to speak with you.”

Ginny felt a little awkward but nodded nonetheless. “Over the past few hours I’ve been…very harsh. I blamed you for everything that happened and I blamed myself for it too but I know that it’s no one’s fault.”

“Harry, it’s okay…” Ginny whispered.

“No, it’s not, Ginny. I need you to know that I’ll be there for you every step of the way, as your friend. I don’t want to end our friendship because it’s what keeps me going everyday – the thought of seeing you and talking to you about the stupidest or most random things…I don’t want to lose that.”

Ginny gently smiled while her eyes got slightly watery.

“I want you to go to Italy,” Harry said softly.

Ginny looked up immediately. “What?”

“Ron and Hermione told me how much you suffered after he left and it’s more than clear that you love him. Go to Italy and go to him…” Harry’s voice was filled with pain and anguish and yet he tried his best not to let Ginny hear any of it.

“Harry…I…I can’t go to Italy like this,” Ginny mumbled in confusion. “Do you know what the press will say if I go off by myself? You’ll be hounded to death by them.”

“Don’t worry about the press,” Harry said shortly. “I’ll take you to Italy, and they’ll just think we’re on vacation or something…” Harry paused for a second. “Unless you don’t want me to take you…”

Ginny looked up at Harry and saw his sincerity and love. She smiled very slightly and placed her hand on his, “Thank you,” she whispered.

Harry tried to smile back. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning. I can arrange a private fireplace so we’ll stay out of the public’s eye as much as possible. You may want to…to let him-” Harry stopped speaking and took a moment to gather himself. Saying Draco’s name was very hard for him, it was as if his tongue would get tied down every time he tried to say it.

“You may want to let him know that we’re…I mean you’re…coming,” Harry looked at Ginny who nodded quickly.

Harry nodded too and then tried to give Ginny one last smile before leaving the room. “Goodnight, Ginny,” he said slowly and then walked out the room. By the time Ginny turned to wish him the same, he was already gone.
The next morning was very tense for the whole family. Hermione was cuddling the baby in her arms with Ron by her side, as she watched Harry finish packing the last of his things.

“If you need me, just send Hedwig to find me…I’ll leave her here with you. Just don’t forget to feed her and let her out of her cage in the afternoons.”

Ron and Hermione both nodded as Harry continued. “The press is going to be hounding you guys as to where we’ve gone…just don’t tell them. Remus can handle them the best so you guys just sit tight.”

Harry looked up at his concerned friends. “What’s the matter?”

Hermione looked at Ron and gave him an encourage nod. “Are you sure about this, mate?” Ron asked worriedly.

Harry sighed. “There’s no other way,” he said softly. “She wants him and he wants her…I just need to get them together.”

“But do you really need to take her?”

“She’s my responsibility and I don’t want to abandon her. I need to make sure that she gets to him safely…it’s the only way.”

Hermione went closer to Harry and kissed him the cheek. “You’re very brave and sweet, Harry,” she said warmly. “But do you know much pain you’ll be in when you’ll be standing there…watching her go off to Malfoy?”

Harry nodded. “I also know the pain of not being able to be with the one you love. It wouldn’t be fair for Ginny to feel that as well. I know this is the right thing to do.”

Hermione smiled and slowly, Ron did so too. “Good luck,” he said and shook his friend’s hand.

“Have a safe trip,” Hermione said.

Harry nodded and looked at his watch. “We should leave now.”
Harry and Ginny were standing at the Central Floo Network in the Ministry of Magic. There were over a hundred different fireplaces lined up against the wall but there weren’t as many people.

“It’s the Ministry’s private network,” Harry explained. “There won’t be anyone here who doesn’t have official clearance from the Ministry.”

Ginny nodded solemnly. “Do…do you know where he’s going to meet us?” Harry asked awkwardly.

Ginny shook her head. “I…I sent him an owl but…but he hasn’t replied yet.”

Harry nodded sadly. “Let’s just…let’s just get there.”

With that, he took Ginny’s bag from her hands and placed it in a large cart standing next to him. “This goes to the Potter fireplace,” he explained to the tiny elf standing by the cart.

The elf squeaked and nodded while Harry turned back to Ginny. “You may feel a little rush in your head but don’t open your eyes.” He gestured towards the huge fireplace that stood a few feet away.

“You go first,” Harry said softly. Ginny looked a little afraid at the size of the fireplace but Harry grabbed her hand gently. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Ginny felt Harry’s soft touch against her fingers and almost repelled in guilt. “I’ll be right behind you,” Harry assured her. “Just don’t worry.”

Ginny tried to smile and got into the fireplace. Harry turned his head and nodded to the man operating the chimneys. “The Ministry of Magic!” The man called out. “Italy!”

With that, a huge emerald flame erupted and engulfed Ginny’s entire body. The last thing Harry saw of her was a frightened face and then she was gone.

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