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Falling In Love. by Magicalis Writer
Chapter 3 : Confessions and Parchment.
 
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Harry couldn’t sleep that night. He knew that if he fell asleep, nightmares would haunt him and he would wake up the entire Burrow with his shouting. So, he slipped on his Invisibility Cloak and padded downstairs and out of the house. It was surprisingly warm for late May. The crickets sang softly and the trickle of the pond was calming. Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and lay back, looking at the stars. He actually had no idea what was going to happen in the future. There was Teddy to consider and if he would go back to school, if he were to be with Ginny… Harry shook his head, and sat up. He defeated one of the most powerful wizard’s in the world, but he couldn’t admit to a girl that he was falling for her? He ripped pieces of grass out of the ground, feeling tears cascading down his face. Not for Ginny, but in both relief and frustration. If he had defeated Voldemort sooner, many people wouldn’t have died. And all along he was the one keeping Voldemort alive. Harry still felt sick to think about Voldemort being inside of him. Well, his soul anyway.

"Harry," a voice said softly. Harry fumbled for his wand, but stopped once he saw who had said his name. "Are you okay?" It was Ginny, wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a Quidditch jersey that was much to big. Harry, nor trusting his voice, nodded and placed his head on his knees. Ginny sat down on the grass near him, also placing her chin on her legs.

"Harry… you’re crying." Ginny stated, looking at him closely. Harry wiped his arm across his face, taking a shaky breath.

"Sorry," he murmured, his voice breaking.

"Don’t apologize. You’re the only one in the house who hasn’t broken down yet. Mum and I figured that you were in shock." Ginny admitted. Harry smiled a bit, and nodded.

"It’s just that… after losing Sirius I learned that it doesn’t help to lock myself away from everyone. Or crack up. Crying doesn’t help much, either." Harry said, shrugging.

"It’s better to let it out… I remember how- sorry, there’s no other way to say this, but, - moody you were the year after you lost him. You aren’t alone, Harry. You have people who care for you. I care for you." Harry took a deep breath.

"I have something to say to you, Gin." Harry whispered, "And I don’t know if you feel the same way, but… I’m falling for you, Ginny Weasley." Harry felt better once the words were out, but didn’t dare look at Ginny’s face. She didn’t move or reply for a while, which made Harry wonder if that was the wrong thing to say.

"I feel the same way about you- but I have no idea what to do about it. Everything is so complicated." Ginny replied, leaning her head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry almost laughed with happiness, but instead settled for a large, tired smile.

"It always is, Gin. And I wish that it were different, but honestly it’s not. I don’t think it will ever be simple…" Harry said softly.

"Probably not. I think that we should take our relationship slow. I want to take my time with this relationship. And I want you to understand that. But that should wait till later this morning- it’s almost one a.m.," Ginny yawned, standing up. Harry stood up after her, looking drowsy. "Do you think you’ll get any sleep tonight?" Ginny asked, looking pitiful.

"Maybe," Harry replied, feeling better now that he had cried. The two went back to their rooms, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Mrs. Weasley woke early that morning to find and owl standing at the window perch. It held a plain white envelope in its beak, which Molly took and opened. Inside was a letter written in very fancy handwriting. It read:

"Dear Mrs. Weasley,

You probably don’t know who I am directly. My name is Petunia Evans, Harry’s aunt. My son and I had just heard that he had defeated Lord Voldemort, and we would like to send him our ‘Congratulations,’ This is completely and entirely you and you’re family’s choice, but we would be happy to see him again. Please send your reply, via owl, as I have grown used to using them instead of the post.

Sincerely,

Ms. Petunia Evans"

Mrs. Weasley was dumb-founded. She had heard terrible things about that family, but she hadn’t seen her nephew in nearly a year. Another thing that confused Mrs. Weasley was her surname… had she divorced her husband? She made a mental note to show Harry the letter later, then started on breakfast.

Ginny woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, which was, in Ginny’s opinion, the best way to wake up. She padded down the stairs, not bothering to wash up.

"It smells wonderful mother," Ginny praised, grabbing a plate. Hermione was up, writing on parchment, and by the looks of it, Ron was sleeping in that morning.

"Okay, it’s almost summer- you cannot possibly be doing school work, Hermione." Ginny sighed.

"It’s not school work, Ginny. It’s electives for my seventh year at Hogwarts. Do you know if Ron’s up?" Hermione asked. Ginny shook her head, and stood up from the table.

"I’ll go check," ‘-if Harry’s alright,’ Ginny finished in her head. Ginny tiptoed up the stairs, and opened Ron’s door a crack. Ron was snoring loudly, as usual, and Harry was asleep on a cot, looking young and innocent. Ginny smiled as she closed the door.

 A/N: So, what did you think? Thanks for reading and review for another chapter! ~Magicalis Writer
 
 


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