Chapter 2 : The Burrow again
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He was sitting on the bed, in the room that he shared with Ron late enough in the morning that Ron wasn't there anymore, but early enough that Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast. Being so lost in thought, he didn't hear the door open, or the floorboards creek as she made her way to him. What he did feel was the touch of her hand on his shoulder. He jumped a mile in the air, and turned to look at Ginny.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Dandy," he answered, shaking his head. Thoughts of what could have happened to Ginny had haunted him ever since that spell had missed her by inches, and it all came out, before he could stop himself. "Why in the world did you go to my house that day?"
She looked down for a second, then looked at him, with determination burning in her eyes. "To tell you that I don't care what you say, I'm not letting you, my best friend and my brother fight You-Know-Who by yourselves."
"You should have left, when you saw the Death Eaters."
"If I had left, you wouldn't have come to the Burrow, you would have fought them."
Harry turned away. So what if he would have fought them. He was entitled to a little violence, and payback. Bellatrix had taken more from him than anyone, next to Voldemort. If it came down to it, then he wanted to be the one to get rid of both of them. He couldn't understand how someone as evil as Bellatrix could possibly be related to Sirius.
"I would have been fine. My aunt, uncle and cousin are probably dead, and I don't know where they are. They probably would have told me."
Fire burned in Ginny's eyes. "You don't always have to be the hero, you know?"
Harry turned away. She didn't understand, she never would. Ginny's hand moved from his shoulder to his upper arm, and squeezed gently. He turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry," she said, her bottom lip quivering. Funny enough, Harry hadn't seen Ginny cry since his second year, her first. "I shouldn't have said that. I don't know what I'd do if I lost my family."
A tear escaped the confines of her lashes, and made a mad dash down her cheek. Funny feeling, that his heart seemed to stop at the sight of it. He didn't like to see her cry. It was almost like a physical pain somewhere in his heart, making him uncomfortable. He moved his hand up, and wiped it away. It seemed to be the gesture that she was waiting for, because she threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly. Harry enclosed her in his arms too.
The familiar sensation of having a snake crouched low in his stomach, waiting to strike, shocked him. The last time he'd felt that, Voldemort had been in his head, and wanting Harry to strike at Dumbledore. He could also feel something akin euphoria, almost like a surprise that he had found out, something useful. Harry let go of Ginny, and pushed her away gently.
"Get out of here," he said, walking to the window.
"Go away Ginny," he said, looking at her. "What we had, it's over. I don't want to see you anymore. Don't come near me, ok?"
He turned away from the window, to face her. She was looking at him rather confused. Quickly he walked to the end of the bed, and opened the lid of his trunk. Harry hastily packed his trunk, and walked out of the room, dragging it with him. Ginny was looking at him curiously, but he didn't stop to explain his sudden strange behavior. He couldn't. If Voldemort was in his mind right now, then he couldn't think of anything but his family, and trying to find them. That's exactly what he thought about. As he got to the front door, Mrs. Weasley stopped him.
"Harry, dear, where are you going? Breakfast is almost done."
"I can't stay here, and do nothing," he said, smiling weakly at her. "I have to find my family. And I have to do it in three weeks, because I have to go with Professor McGonagall to hire the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Harry you can't go alone," Mrs. Weasley said, her voice full of concern, wringing her hands.
"Let him go, mother," Ginny's cold voice came from the stairs. Harry took in a deep breath, before turning to look at her. "Don't you know that he has to be the hero? He's always the hero."
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley said, her hands on her hips. Harry turned away from Ginny, and smiled at Mrs. Weasley.
"Besides, Mrs. Weasley, I don't think I'm welcome here, anymore," he said, and walked out, before either Ginny, or her mother could answer.
Ron and Hermione saw him walking out, and rushed to him. They stopped short when they saw his trunk. "Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"As far away from your sister as possible," Harry answered. "See you in three weeks."
And Harry left the Burrow, again, before Ron or Hermione could protest. Once he was at the dirt road, he held out his wand hand, and the Knight Bus came into view with a BANG. Stan Shunpike greeted Harry, and helped him into the bus. After saying he wanted to go to the Leaky Cauldron, he paid and the bus was off. Professor McGonagall would know where to find him, and he just couldn't risk putting everyone he cared about in danger.
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