Chapter 1 : Alone
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The day after the War, all of us met at the Burrow. All the Weasleys of course, Hermione----and Harry.
I know that I should be happy, him being back and all, but he didn’t know how it felt, waking up every day of my sixth year, wondering if he was alive. There were so many times my heart stopped beating, when I thought he was dead. And that time during the war, when Hagrid was carrying him—he was dead at that moment, so close.
I walked downstairs, and seeing the no one was in the kitchen, I started eating. When I had barely taken a bite, Harry came downstairs.
“Ginny,” he said.
Not seeing him for so long, he still looked good.
“Harry,” I said sadly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, “The war is over. You should be celebrating.”
I gave him a half-hearted smile.
“So should you,” I said wanly, “you’re the hero.”
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Ginny,” he said, confused, “what’s up? Why are you acting like this? You know I just want to be with you.”
“Why do you have to be so goddamn nice to me?” I burst out, “You were never here for me! Sure, you were saving the Wizarding World, but what’s wrong with you? You broke up with me at the end of my fifth year, then on your birthday we kissed, and then you ignored me. After the wedding, you, Ron, and Hermione were gone. I really thought you were dead. Every day, I hoped for a sign, no matter how small. My heart was empty for so long. And then during the War, Voldemort telling all of us you were dead. Every time I heard that you were dead, a part of me died inside. You have no idea how that feels.”
“Of course I do!” Harry said, looking angry, “I heard things about you! When you, Neville, and Luna tried to steal the sword, I was so afraid that you were hurt! How can you even say that I didn’t care about you? You know what I had to do. I broke up with you to protect you, and Ron told me not to mess you up.”
“Oh,” I said bitterly, rolling my eyes, “Ron told you. That must mean you just have to listen to Ron, don’t you? If you really wanted to be with me, you would have fought for me.”
Harry looked at me, speechless. I shook my head and burst out of the room. As I was leaving, I ran into Hermione. Harry had stood up behind me, wanting to follow me. I saw her mouth to Harry “Don’t.” I ran up to my room and slammed the door. I sat on the bed, not crying, just upset. Shortly after, someone knocked on the door.
“Go away Harry!” I shrieked at the door.
“It’s me,” Hermione said, soothingly.
“Come in,” I said shortly.
She came in and sat on the bed, looking at me with visible concern.
“Ginny,” she sighed, “I know you’re upset. But you have to see this from Harry’s perspective. He had a duty to the Wizarding World. He really didn’t want to leave you. Thinking about you kept him alive when we were living in the tent.”
“Really?” I said.
“You really have to give him a chance,” she said.
My anger had cooled, and I realized that I was making a mistake.
“I don’t think he’s in the mood to talk to me,” I said sheepishly.
“No,” Hermione said, “Harry will always be there for you.”
“Where is he now?” I asked, “I need to talk to him.”
“He’s outside,” she said, “he told me he needed to take a walk.”
I got up from the bed, and Hermione gave me a reassuring smile. I ran down the steps and out the door. I finally located him in the garden, staring at the place that we’d played Quidditch in what seemed like forever ago.
“Harry?” I said tentatively from the edge of the garden, “Can we talk?”
He looked torn. He looked like he didn’t know whether to scream at me like I’d screamed at him, or welcome me with open arms.
“Ginny,” he said quietly, “I can see why you’re upset. But I hope you realize why I had to do what I did. I wanted to be with you, I really did, I missed you every day we were apart.”
I nodded. I walked over to the rocks he was sitting on near the edge of the garden and sat next to him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to blow up like that.”
“It’s okay,” he said with a small smile, “I had my angsty period back in fifth year. Just ask Ron and Hermione.”
He took my hand and put it in his. I put my head on his shoulder, the scene mimicking the serene times we once shared next to the Lake at Hogwarts.
But we weren’t the same people anymore. We had both grown up, through naturally aging and the effects of the war. We were different, yet we were the same. We still fit together perfectly.
I spent rest of the afternoon there with him. We talked: he told me what he’d done looking for horcruxes, I told him what he’d missed at Hogwarts.
I wish I could spend my entire life like this, me and Harry.
A/N: Hey, I hope you all like this :) This is separate from "Someone Like You" just in case anyone was wondering.
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