My thoughts progress, I think about forever
My mind tells me maybe, maybe



She’s fine, you made sure of that. Harry thought as he lay in bed at number twelve Grimmauld Place. The last year had been torture, and he still hadn’t found all of the Horcruxes. He knew that the end was coming but he wasn’t sure when. What’s going to happen in the future? If I defeat Voldemort, will she still even want to TALK to me? Maybe, maybe she will.



Harry thought hard and long, sitting in the middle of his room, all he could think about was her. Memories kept floating to the top of his brain, but before he could feel anything he pushed them farther down, submerging them in the feelings that he knew he couldn’t have. He’ll know, he’ll find out. He always finds a way to ruin my life. The one thing I want more than anything I can’t have. Well, thanks a lot Voldemort for ruining everything for me.



He glanced over at the old desk in the room, positioned right under the window. Staring at the desk, memories of boggarts in desks floated to the top of his mind, along with thought of her and of course he pushed them down. He snapped his attention to the closed window. A white speck in the distance continually grew until it wasn’t only a hundred meters away from the window. He still didn’t move, knowing Hedwig was coming with a letter he didn’t really feel like reading. Harry waited until she was pecking at the window, and then he got up off the floor, walked over to the door and locked it before going to the desk. He slid the latch on the old window, letting the warm summer air take over him, as his long time friend swooped in and took a spot on the desk.



Sticking out her foot, he saw the familiar heavy yellow parchment, and the green ink, and his mind filled with dread. Harry took it off of her foot impatiently and ripped it open. He knew what is was going to say. He had been sent was the year before as well, one that he didn’t reply to.



Dear Mr. Potter,

I would like to remind you again that Hogwarts is fully functional again, even without Dumbledore here. I am writing to let you know, that you are more than welcome to come back to Hogwarts to complete your schooling, though you did not reply to my last letter over a year ago. If you are interested in coming back, please send an owl back with your owl no later than August 31st.



Your New Headmistress,

Professor M. McGonagall



Harry stared at it before ripping it up into a thousand pieces and throwing them into the rubbish bin next to his desk. She’s going into her seventh year now. Harry thought as he stared at the remains of his Hogwarts letter, that littered the bottom of the bin. Staring at the several pieces of blank parchment, he had an idea. A way for him to get all his emotions out of his head, and it was a way that no one would get hurt.



Only believe the things I wrote
I'll put it in a note, yeah
Cross my t's and dot my i's
Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye
I'll write sincerely yours and sign my name
P.S. I love you, forever and today

Dear Ginny,



You’ll probably be able to guess who this letter is from, though I cannot write my name for your own protection. The last year has been really hard for me, not talking to you, except in a somewhat professional way. It’s been eating me up inside, and I can’t do it any longer. Every time I stare at something for to long it brings up a memory of us, or you. Whenever Ron says something about you, I try not to listen. Don’t throw this away before you finish, because there is something I need to say to you, but I don’t think I’ll have enough courage to until the end. See you around, Gin.



Sincerely,

The Guy Who Needs You Now More Than Ever



P.S. I love you, forever and today.



Even though he had no intention of sending the letter, Harry put it in an envelope, wrote Ginny on the front, and set it down next to a now resting Hedwig.



“I wish I could send it to you, Ginny,” he said out loud as he walked over to his bed, turned out the light, and fell asleep faster than he normally would have.



A now alert Hedwig looked at the envelope and tilted her head. She took the envelope in her beak, flew out the window and started toward the Burrow.





Harry woke up the next morning, and looked around his empty room. I wonder where Hedwig is? Maybe she is still out hunting. Harry thought as he ruffled his hair. He walked over to his desk to look out the window for Hedwig but didn’t see anything. He glanced down at his desk, and noticed his letter was gone. Harry looked on the ground, and in the rubbish bin. He even ventured outside his window and looked for a good hour, but he didn’t find anything. If I can’t find it, no one will Harry thought and completely forgot about the letter, until two weeks later.





“Ginny! I’ve missed you so much! How was France ?” Mrs. Weasley said as she hugged her only daughter, who was back from a holiday in France with Hermione.



“It was unbelievable! I would have written, but I forgot to bring my owl, and where we were staying was so high up in the mountains, I figured an owl wouldn’t have survived the journey!” Ginny replied, breaking away from her mother’s embrace.



“Well, there is quite the stack of letters up in your room, for only being gone two weeks; you must be one popular girl!” Mrs. Weasley replied as her daughter levitated her bags up the stairs and into her room.



Ginny walked into her room and immediately saw the stack of letters. She sat down, reading each one, laughing the entire time at the witty letters her best friends had sent her. A large roll of thunder went off in the distance and Ginny looked out of her window, and saw the torrential down poor going on outside and sighed. Good things always happened when it rained. She was just about to respond to her letters, when she noticed one had blown onto the floor. She picked it up and when she saw the handwriting she froze, that handwriting was all too familiar.



“Harry?” Ginny barely whispered as she ripped open the letter.





Two weeks go by, seems like it's been the weather
The rain falls down - she's crying, crying
My thoughts progress, she thinks about forever
Their hearts are bound - lying, lying





After reading the letter, Ginny couldn’t believe it. He LOVED her. Harry didn’t just like her, he LOVED her. Her brain still couldn’t process it, when her mother walked in the door.

“It’s really coming down out there, good thing were not going anywhere tonight,” her mother said as she placed a large pile of clothes onto Ginny’s bed.



“Actually Mom, I’m going to run over to headquarters, I think I left one of my sets of school robes over there from the beginning of the summer. You know me, I want to get an early start on packing,” Ginny said, seeing if her mother would see right through her lie.



“Okay, just make sure you don’t get too wet,” Mrs. Weasley replied as she left her daughter’s room.



Harry was sitting at the large dining room table, all by himself, eating a bowl of cereal when he heard thunder. The other members of the order had left a good hour ago, at 8 o’clock, leaving him alone in the large house he had inherited from his Godfather.



Once he finished his cereal, he went into the kitchen, dumping the remaining milk down the drain. The doorbell went off, and Harry couldn’t help remember the momentous occasion when they had taken down the large screaming portrait. Ginny had been there, standing next to Harry, daring not to look him in the eye. It had been after Dumbledore’s funeral, and Ginny hadn’t said two words to him. He went over and opened the door.



“Ginny?”

“Harry,” Ginny said breathlessly. She hadn’t been alone with Harry in at least a year, but she had to get her point across and stop staring. His hair had become more unruly, she could have sworn he had sprouted up another inch or two and his voice was different, yet the same. She could have recognized it anywhere, but it seemed much more mature than it had in their school days, and it was something that she wasn’t prepared for. “I got your letter,” she started.

“What letter?” Harry questioned as Ginny came in and Harry closed the door behind her. The slam of the large door at 12 Grimmauld Place echoed through the room, closing out the noise from the harsh weather on the other side.

“You mean it wasn’t from you?” A look of hurt, confusion and speculation passed over Ginny’s face.

“Ginny, I haven’t sent you a letter since we were at Hogwarts,” Harry said, hating to see her with that face. She was more beautiful than she had been when he had last seen her at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. She had been wearing the exact same look then because he had told her that it wouldn’t be good idea for them to dance together. It wasn’t the look that he was picturing on her face. He was picturing her face as he was about to kiss her in the Gryffindor Common Room, or the face she wore when they were sitting on the edge of the lake, just thinking. Though the hurt face she wore at this moment was not foreign by any means, it was the look that he had always tried to keep off her face; and so far he wasn’t doing a great job.

“You’re sure?” Ginny asked, hoping for a different answer this time, even though she wasn’t expecting it.

“I really wanted to, Ginny. You have no idea how much I wanted to,” Harry answered. “But with the war, it wasn’t worth the risk.”

The face was still there.

“Oh, I see,” Ginny replied, sullen and now looking at her worn trainers.

“Is that all you came here for?” Harry asked, hoping it wasn’t. He had been hoping for a moment like this ever since Bill and Fleur’s wedding, but had never gotten it and now he was throwing it away.

“If you’re sure that you didn’t send me a letter,” she paused and he nodded. “Then, yeah.” What Ginny was going to say to him didn’t matter anymore, not if the letter wasn’t from him.

Ginny headed toward the large front door, praying in her mind that he would stop her. Harry did think about it. He thought about stopping her, grabbing her arm and snogging her senseless and never letting go. But he just couldn’t do it. Instead, Harry followed, and just as he was going to close the door behind her, she stopped it with her hand. Harry became hopeful that she was staying, but was soon disappointed.

“Oh, and Harry?” She had to speak loudly over the thunder.

“Yeah?” Harry’s voice was heard effortlessly over the roll of the thunder.

“Good luck, you know, with everything.”

“Thanks,” Harry said as he waved and closed the door reluctantly behind her.

Ginny just kept staring at the gold door knob. Then her eyes moved to the plants just beside the door, her feet and body not moving. The green off of the leaves was intensified by the rain. Her eyes unfocused, imagining Harry’s eyes and that is when her face became wet. It wasn’t because of the rain, but because of the tears that were now falling from her eyes. With this she turned around and started to walk toward the sidewalk back to the no-risk world in front of her. It was a world where she was less likely to get hurt by the war, but a world without Harry. It was where she was supposed to be safe, but she still knew she wouldn’t be.

---

Harry closed the door and the reality of what he had just done hit him. He had just sent the girl he loved and wanted to be with more than anything out of his life. Again. He thought, ‘I haven’t written her a letter since….’

And then Harry froze. That day so many weeks ago flooded his mind. His misery, the letter, and how he had lost it. What he had written and if she had read that, and instantly Harry felt like the worst person in the world. Ginny had mustered up the courage to come here and talk to him and he hadn’t even realized what she had wanted to talk to him about. He hadn’t realized the extent of the dreaded look on her face. Who else could have sent her that message? Dean Thomas? Michael Corner? Had they ever had with Ginny what he had had? He doubted it and shivered at the thought. He had put that doubt in her mind and now she must be so confused.

Harry opened the door and looked out at a soaked Ginny, walking slowly down the street to get out of Muggle view so she could Apparate. Harry left the no-risk zone of 12 Grimmauld Place and started toward the sidewalk where what he wanted and what he needed met.

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Ginny heard a door slam. She glanced behind her and saw a person with black hair running toward her. She stopped her slow pace and stood and stared, waiting for Harry to catch up. When he finally reached her, his glasses were covered in water and so was his thin face.

“Ginny, I completely forgot. I did write you a letter, but I never ever meant to send it. Hedwig must have picked it up or something,” Harry said as he looked straight into Ginny’s eyes, daring her not to return his gaze.

“So you didn’t mean it? Oh, that makes me feel loads better! You know what, Harry? Maybe I didn’t mean to come here. Maybe I just came here to, to break your heart and leave.” Ginny now was practically hysterical, and turned out of Harry’s grasp.

She was beginning her defiant walk away from him, when he pulled her back.

Once she was looking at him, he said, “Gin, I meant every word.”

And then his lips were on hers. A year of pent-up passion and longing was pouring out into their kiss. They were both already so wet, that when it started raining even harder, neither of them noticed. After not seeing or talking to each other, the moment seemed unreal. Then, Harry began thinking, ‘What if someone sees us?’


“Follow me,” Harry said huskily after he had set her back down on the ground. She nodded obediently and took Harry’s hand as they half ran back to headquarters.

Harry opened the door, pulled Ginny through the opening and then slammed it shut. Ginny leaned back against the door and Harry placed his hands on either side of her.

“Now, where were we?” Harry asked, his face a foot away from hers.

Ginny put her fingers in his wet messy hair and pulled him toward her so their faces were an inch apart and said, “Somewhere around here.” Then their lips crashed together again. Ginny and Harry’s tongues clashed and they both clung to each other, not willing to let go.

But then the voices in Harry’s head went off again. What if Voldemort finds out? He thought as he half pulled away but Ginny moaned and pulled him back in.

It’s not like I’m going to snog Ginny or take her out to eat right in front of him. he answered back rationally, throwing himself into the kiss again.

But he has spies everywhere. Someone would find out and tell him, the nagging voice in his head reminded. Harry kept kissing Ginny as his brain tried to think of away to challenge it.

I’ll protect her, he replied proudly.

But what if you get killed? the voice said again.

She’s more important, he answered and pushed himself deeper into the kiss.

One girl is more important than many innocent lives? the voice asked and Harry ripped his lips away and stepped away from Ginny.

“I DON’T KNOW!” he answered the voice out loud while running his hands through his hair and pacing in front of an awestruck Ginny.

“What?” Ginny replied, slightly annoyed.

“I mean, I love you!” Harry said to Ginny, still pacing. Ginny just stared and got the expression he loved back on her face. He had actually said out loud that he loved her, and she couldn’t quite get over it. “Which means I should stop being selfish and I should protect you, even if I rip my heart apart in the process,”

Harry stopped pacing to look at her. Damn those eyes, Harry thought looking straight into Ginny’s eyes, the ones that always seemed to translate her emotions. They always made Harry feel as though he didn’t have control over anything anymore.

Ginny reached up and starting kissing him again. Harry began deepening the kiss, but then pulled away.

“This is crazy!” he said as he began pacing again.

“Look at us, Harry! It’s obvious that we want to be together!” Ginny shouted.

“But I can’t do something stupid to save you!”

“So saving me would be stupid?”

“No, Ginny, you know that is NOT true,” Harry said, now looking her square in the eye. “I would die to save you.”

“Well, what do you mean then?” she retorted.

“I mean that no matter how much I want to risk my life to save you, it wouldn’t be fair! I told you the prophecy at Bill and Fleur’s wedding when you asked why we couldn’t be together! I HAVE to kill him to save innocent people like your family or Hermione’s parents!”

“I guess that makes sense…” Ginny answered reluctantly, not even sure that it was a question that needed an answer.
“But,” Harry had begun pacing again. “We obviously can’t not see each other. I mean, look at us. I hate not seeing you whenever I want. And I’m pretty sure you feel the same.” Now he stopped again and was looking deep into Ginny’s eyes.

“Yes,” she stated simply, looking back into his emerald green eyes with the same amount of force.

“Don’t you see, Ginny? This has been the battle that has been going on inside of me for almost two years now!”

“Harry, we could still be together!”

“How, Ginny? How the hell could we manage that?”

“If we were meant to be together, Harry, it will work."

“How can you be so sure we'll end up together in the end?"

Ginny gulped. “Because I believe in us. I believe that you'll come out on top and you'll protect me if I need it. I love you, Harry, and nothing is going to stop me from being with you, including a dark wizard."she replied.

Harry walked toward her and moved his hands up and down her arms.

“I'm not asking you to risk your life for me. Why are you insisting on doing it?" Harry asked, inches from her face.

Ginny’s eyes were welling up. “Because I can’t live without you.”

Harry put his face right in front of hers, and before closing the distance. He said, “And you won’t have to.”