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    Disclaimer: I own nothing. It may not be canon, but I like it this way :) Harry lay quietly on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been nearly a year since Sirius died, and, he still could not find the courage to tell her what he felt. He saw Sirius’ death as an ending point, and as a beginning point. It had taken him awhile to come to that conclusion, as he had been way too upset to see the facts about Sirius’ death. It had upset him greatly and he viewed most of it as his fault. Truthfully, he still viewed most of it as his fault. But, that was okay. He accepted it now. He knew Sirius was very happy wherever he was. He was probably with other people he loved. His mind wandered as the sun cast an amber light over his face as it retired for the night. She was there through everything. He had tried to lock himself up, retire into a world that no one but he could enter, but she pulled him out of that world before he could even put the finishing touches on it. He smiled slightly as he thought of her smile and the tantrums she threw when he was being stubborn. His smile dimmed drastically as another thought crossed his mind – Ron. He groaned silently. Ron was his best friend. He couldn’t help but feel that he was betraying his best friend and that was the last thing that he wanted to do, especially after that blow out that they had had during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. They didn’t need a reason to be mad at each other. Harry knew he needed all the friends he could get at this time, especially since the war had already begun. Harry sighed and closed his eyes. Was life this complicated for everyone? There was a knock and his door was flung open. “Harry, it’s time for dinner. Come on. Everyone is waiting for you.” He looked up, there she was. It was now or never. He laughed nervously, glancing at her. “I think they can wait for a few minutes. I need to talk to you.” Her eyes darkened with nervousness. She knew him all too well. Usually when he said he had to talk to her about something, it could only mean heartache for her. It killed her to see him so upset, that’s why she tried to keep him happy. She sat beside him on his bed. “Well Mr. Potter, what is on your mind today?” He looked at his hands. He was wringing them almost frantically. It was a sure sign he was nervous. His nervousness was clearly making her nervous. He wasn’t sure if she had any idea about what he was about to say. But, she smiled sweetly, looking from his hands to his face; it gave the little bit of courage he needed to begin. “I-I-I…I have to tell you something. But, you have to promise not to laugh at me. I don’t know if I could handle you laughing at me.” Her smile diminished slightly. “Harry, what is it?” She suddenly became extremely nervous as well. “Harry, just tell me. You never had a problem talking to me before.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Alright, alright.” He closed his eyes searching for strength. He ridiculed himself for being so nervous. He was the boy-who-lived: the boy who faced you-know-who six times in his short life, and came out of each encounter alive. But, there he was, sitting on his bed, with the girl he really cared about and he couldn’t bring himself to tell her what he was thinking. “Here it goes…you have been there for me through everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you for the past couple of years. You are truly amazing. You alone saved me from myself.” “Harry, I know all this, exactly what are you trying to say to me?” Her eyes sparkled slightly and then dimmed suddenly. She already knew what he was trying to say. But, she wished he would hurry up and say it. She had been waiting for this day for years. But then again, she could be wrong. She hoped to Merlin that she was not wrong. He cleared his throat; “These dark times have drawn everyone much closer to one another and made everyone realize what they were missing and what they wanted. It’s really sad that it took this war to make me realize what I had been too blind to see all along. You are it. You are the only one who can make me feel like myself. You saved me from a life of isolation that I tried to create for myself. I am happy when I am with you; I forget all my problems, all my insecurities, all my fears. You make me forget that I am Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the boy who must kill Voldemort or be killed. When I’m with you I’m Harry, just Harry. That’s all I ever wanted all my life. It’s all clear to me now. You’re the one that I’m meant to be with.” She smiled shyly, her hair falling into her face; the last rays of sun reflecting off of it and making it seem brighter than it had been in ages. He looked into her eyes and saw what he was looking for, giving him the strength to continue on. “Ginny Weasley, I love you. I love you for who you are and what you are sure to become.” Tears formed in her eyes. That was what she was waiting to hear for the past few years. She knew they belonged together the moment he saved her from the Chamber of Secrets. Something in his eyes gave it away. He thought he hid his emotion so well, but those eyes always betrayed him. But, at that moment she didn’t need his eyes to tell what he was thinking and feeling. She knew exactly how he felt – because she was feeling the same thing. She took his hands in hers and looked into his emerald eyes and smiled. “Harry Potter, what took you so long to realize it?” She threw his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. “I have loved you practically since the day we met and I will love you until the day I die.” She whispered. She pulled back far enough so that she could look in his eyes. They flooded with relief, knowing that she felt the exact same way. She blinked away the tears that were forming behind her eyes, then turned her head slightly with a confused look on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to kiss me or not?” Harry shook his head, clearing his mind. She felt the same way. She loved him. He broke out into a huge smile, then leaned over and did what he had been wanting to do for awhile now: kiss Ginny. He pulled away and smiled at her. “Well, then, now that we have that settled, I think it’s probably time for dinner. We don’t want to keep everyone waiting now, do we?” She laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek, “No, I don’t think there’s any need to keep them waiting very much longer.” He took her hand and led her from the room. Thanks to her he world looked a whole lot brighter and, for the first time, he was looking forward to what the future would bring.

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