Harry rolled over in his sleep as dreams of Ginny Weasley raced through his mind.
He suddenly woke up with a jolt, his heart pounding fast. He glanced over at the calendar only to remember the horrors of the past few years.
He rubbed his hand over his forehead and eyes as he felt the creases from his scar. He reached his hand across the bed over to the nightstand where his clock was sitting. He rotated the clock towards him so that he could see the time.
3:41 in the morning. Oh Jesus.
Harry got up out of bed and walked across the room to his window. He pulled up the shades only to stare into the darkness. It was like staring into his own life, dark and cold.
He stepped away from the window and looked over towards the fireplace across the room.
As Harry walked across the room, memories of the past few years flooded his mind.
Harry looked down at the ground in front of Hogwarts. The soil was all dug up and dirty, and lying in a small heap right in the center was a body. And not just any body. Voldemort’s body.
Harry remembered the feeling he had gotten when he had defeated Voldemort. It had been the greatest feeling in the world. And it was a feeling that he missed.
Ron and Hermione had both been injured during the final battle and Harry had never followed up on their health.
He wasn’t sure why he didn’t care, all he knew was that he was a mess. After Ron and Hermione had been injured, Harry had gone after Ginny.
He had wanted to tell her his feelings for her. He had wanted to tell her since his seventh year at Hogwarts, but he had never got up the guts to do it until it was too late.
But Ginny hadn’t wanted him.
Harry came face to face with the fireplace and looked at the pictures sitting on the mantle.
There was a few of him and Ron, but the one that was his favorite was the one in a giant frame in the center. Harry smiled as his fingers traced the smiling faces of Ron, himself, Hermione, and Ginny.
He wondered how they all were doing, and seriously thought about finding out. But then he remembered what had happened between him and Ginny and sat back down on his bed as that day came back to him.
Harry entered Ginny’s room to find her crying in a corner.
“Ginny? What’s wrong? Can I talk to you?”
Ginny spun around and looked Harry straight in the eye. “What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG? My brother and my best friend are both in serious condition. They both could die. I would be left with nothing, I have no one else.”
“You have me,” Harry said as he walked over to her.
“Oh, no, Harry Potter. I will not do this to myself.”
“Ginny, what are you talking about?”
“I liked you for seven years! SEVEN YEARS, HARRY! And you did nothing about it. I sat for months sending you signals. And you still did nothing. I made a promise to myself, Harry. I promised myself I would never ever like you again, no matter what. In fact, I hate you. I HATE YOU, HARRY!” Ginny yelled frantically as she cried and screamed.
Harry knew Ginny was just upset about the whole Ron and Hermione thing, but he decided then and there that maybe she didn’t love him anymore. He left.
And that was the last he ever saw of her.
Harry shook his head slowly as he laid back down to try and catch some more sleep.
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Harry woke up the next morning with two questions on his mind: Did he still care about his friends even though he hadn’t heard from them in three years? And, did he still care about Ginny?
Harry got up, took a shower, and got dressed.
The Daily Prophet flew in the window as Harry poured himself a cup of coffee. Harry hadn’t read the newspaper in years, yet he still subscribed to it.
Harry decided that he felt like reading a few articles as he ate his breakfast. Maybe he’d find something about Ron, Hermione, or Ginny.
And sure enough he did. Right on the front page.
Harry stared at the title of the article. “Potter Memorial Created In Ministry of Magic Lobby”.
Woah.
Harry dropped his coffee mug as he scanned the article:
Ron Weasley, his younger sister Ginny, and Hermione Granger have completed the statue of Harry Potter in the lobby of the Ministry yesterday afternoon. The group has been working on some sort of memorial for their best friend for the past two years after his disappearance. They all have faith that one day Harry will come back okay, although many people have their doubts.
The statue depicts Harry pointing his wand in the air with a heart in his other hand. They say that the heart represents…
It was there that Harry stopped reading the article.
A heart?
And people thought he was dead.
Oh lord.
Harry shook his head at the newspaper as he folded it up and tossed it over his shoulder.
Harry had felt nothing over the past few years because of his loneliness. He felt numb all the time. He wasn’t even sure who he was anymore.
But this whole statue-thing…it gave him feeling. It wasn’t a good feeling, but at least he was feeling something.
Harry stared straight ahead as he squinted his eyes closely together. What am I going to do? he thought.
Harry sat at the breakfast table for two more hours until he decided that he needed to go the ministry and see the statue for himself.
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As Harry entered the lobby of the ministry, he had almost forgotten what it had looked like.
He walked around circling the lobby for a while, as more and more people began to point him out. People all around him started whispering and looking at him.
Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he didn’t care.
Then a small boy about 10 years old came up to Harry and tugged on his shirt. “’Cuse me, but your statue is right there.”
Harry smiled at the boy, nodded thanks to him, and walked over to his memorial. The statue of himself was amazing, and he indeed was holding a heart in one hand. He looked closely at the heart and noticed that there was a lock on it. He stared at the plaque standing in-front of the statue and couldn’t help but smile.
In Memory Of Harry Potter, his hearts, and his defeat of Voldemort
Donated by: Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger
It was enough to make Harry cry. He turned around to find everyone staring directly as him. He had more than one heart? He looked around for any pair of eyes he recognized but found none.
Harry nodded to everyone watching him and apparated away to the Burrow.
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Harry found himself sitting in the Weasley’s old living room within seconds. He was expecting to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but to his surprise the house was deserted. Spider webs covered the walls and rats walked the rooms.
Harry stared around in shock as he began to climb the stairs to Ginny and Ron’s rooms. Harry came to Ron’s room first and as he pushed open the door, memories flooded back.
He looked around the room and walked over and sat on Ron’s bed. He placed his hands on his lap as he thought about where all the Weasley’s were. Harry got up and walked over to Ron’s closet door and as he opened it, he stared into emptiness. Harry sighed. There was no trace of Ron left and it made Harry wonder even more about the deserted home.
Harry left Ron’s room and walked down the hall towards Ginny’s. When he got to her door, he stood in front of it for a minute pondering if he should go inside or not.
Harry turned the doorknob and opened the door. Ginny’s room looked a lot different than Ron’s because all of Ginny’s possessions where still there. Harry walked over to her nightstand and saw a notebook sitting on top of it. Harry opened the book and read the first page:
Dear Journal,
My name is Ginny Weasley and I have decided to start a journal to help express my feelings. I feel so confused and alone lately and I don’t know what to do. My brother Ron and my best friend Hermione are both in comas and no one can get them to wake up. This is all Voldemort’s fault. Why did he have to exist? If he didn’t exist then Harry wouldn’t have the prophecy and Harry’s parents would still be alive along with many other people. About two weeks Harry came by to tell me he liked me, and I turned him down. I still can’t believe I did it. I was in love with him for so long and I still am. I just hope he realizes I was sort of playing hard-to-get although I was a little serious. I mean, come on, I waited so long for him to finally express his feelings for me and then he tries to while my brother and best friend are seriously injured. It’s so weird not having anyone to really talk to other than Mum and Dad. I hope I didn’t hurt Harry too badly…I just hope he tries to get me again someday.
Love”Ginny
Harry stared at the first page of Ginny’s journal. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. He also couldn’t believe that he held Ginny’s life in his hands. Harry knew it was wrong to be reading her journal, but at least he knew that she still loved him. Harry decided to read the last entry as well because maybe it would have information about where the Weasley’s were currently living.
Harry flipped to the end of the notebook and read the last page:
Dear Journal,
Today we are leaving the Burrow. I’m not sure if it’s for good, but at least for now. The reason that Mum and Dad decided it was time to leave was because the house held too many precious memories. Memories that are driving us all mad. Hermione is doing pretty well according to the doctors and Ron should be waking up soon. I wrote a letter to Harry today, but then I decided to not send it to him. I really miss him but I don’t think he really loves me anyways. I think it’s better off this way. No one knows where he is…he sort of disappeared after that day that I turned him down. I have this big plan that one day when Hermione and Ron are all better that we will build a memorial for him. I mean, he did defeat Voldemort after all. I just wish he didn’t disappear so fast. Maybe we could have been friends…even though that would be really hard for me. I guess this is my last entry in you as well because as we leave this house, I’ll be leaving you. You also hold memories. Memories of the struggles I’ve gone through. So, thanks for listening to me...and someday when we come back to the Burrow and I see you and read you…I’ll remember the good times of growing up, the good times with Harry, and the good times of life. You can always find me at Tree Hill Village if you need me.
Love always”Ginny
Harry stared at the last page of Ginny’s journal. His hands began to shake and tears streamed down his face. Harry didn’t realize that one of the reasons they had left their home was probably because of memories of him being there. Harry didn’t realize how much he had hurt Ginny. He flipped through the pages quickly and spotted his name on over half of them. What had he done?
Harry shook his head and wiped away the tears. The past few years had been hell for him, and now he realized they had also been hell for Ginny.
Harry gathered himself together and left Ginny’s room. He couldn’t sit in there because of the memories coming back to him. No wonder the Weasley’s had to leave the Burrow...Harry could see how easy it was for the memories to haunt you.
Harry closed Ginny’s door behind him and put his back against it as he slid down until he was sitting against the floor. He put his head and hands and thought long and hard about everything.
Should he go find Ginny or was she doing fine without him now? And what about Ron and Hermione? And where the heck was Tree Hill?
Harry let out a sigh and decided then and there what he was going to do with his life. He scribbled it down on a piece of paper.
1: Find Tree Hill.
2: Work things out with Ginny.
3:Live life.
Harry stared at the piece of paper he was holding and looked long and hard at number 1. And within seconds he apparated to his house.
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Harry quickly took out his special map that he had been given his seventh year and whispered “Tree Hill.” The map twisted and spun until it stopped on a small village located in northern England. Harry then whispered, “the Weasley’s” and the map spun to their home in Tree Hill. Harry smiled and then apparated to Tree Hill.
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Harry found himself standing outside a grocery store next to a sign that read “Welcome to Tree Hill”. Harry walked over to a man sitting on a bench outside of the store and asked, “Excuse me, sir, but do you know where I can find Scott Road?”
“Sure…up the street and it’s your next left,” the man replied as his eyes lingered on Harry’s scar.
“Thank you,” Harry said as he decided to walk to the Weasley’s. He certainly needed it.
When Harry arrived outside the Weasley’s home, he just stood staring at it for about ten minutes. He knew that when he came out of that house his life would be changed forever. Or so he hoped.
Harry walked up to the door of the house, excited to surprise them. He lifted his hand and picked up the door-knocker in one fluid motion and knocked softly on the door three times.
Harry waited patiently as he heard footsteps from inside the house. Within minutes the front door swung open and Harry came face to face with Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley was wearing a red dress with an apron over it. She had a dish towel in her left hand and a plate in her right, as she was clearly doing the dishes by hand. But, within moments of her opening the door, the plate went crashing down to the ground.
Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley as she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. She then wrapped her arms around him and they hugged for about three minutes.
Finally, when Mrs. Weasley let go, she gave him a good look up and down.
“Oh, Harry. We all didn’t know what happened to you. I never thought I was going to see you again. And here you are.”
“It’s great to see you, too, Mrs. Weasley. I’ve missed everyone so much,” Harry replied as he tried to get a peek of the inside of the house.
“How’d you know where to find us, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Oh, it’s a long story. Is anyone else home?”
Mrs. Weasley couldn’t help but smile at Harry. She gave him another hug and a kiss as she led him inside. “Ginny and Ron aren’t home right now. But Hermione is upstairs.”
“Where’s Ginny and Ron?” Harry asked.
“Well, Ginny doesn’t spend much time around the house. She’s always wandering around outside, thinking about things. I think you disappearing has been really hard on her, Harry. She really misses you,” Mrs. Weasley said as she wiped her hands on her apron and led Harry to the couch.
“You do know that she is the one who turned me down?” Harry said looking at her.
“Yes, she told us that. She was in a dreadful state that day, you know that Harry. But, life is life. She’s been okay, I guess. She just spends her time outside or in her room drawing and painting. You know about the sculpture in the ministry, right?”
“Yeah, I went to see it. It was kind of what pushed me to come here.”
“Well, Ginny designed it. She made at least 100 sketches of it because she wanted it to be just perfect. And Harry, where have you been all this time? And why were you hiding?”
“Mrs. Weasley, I was never hiding. No one really came looking for me. I just figured that everyone had moved on with their lives and had forgotten about me. So I sort of stayed out of the mix and my life slowly fell apart. That was until I read about the statue in the Ministry.”
“You thought we forgot about you? Oh Harry, we could never forget about you,” Mrs. Weasley said as she gave him another hug.
“I guess I knew that all along. I was just sick of being famous and so I sort of went quiet. I was never really hiding. I just spent every day doing nothing.”
“Did you really feel better after hearing about the statue?”
“Yes, of course. I realized that people still cared about me. And it was after that day that everything sort of began to come together. I’m trying to get my life back on track and in order to do that I think I need Ginny.”
“And I think she needs you, too,” Mrs. Weasley replied.
The both of them then went quiet and sat in silence for about five minutes. Finally, Mrs. Weasley stood up and asked Harry, “Would you like something to drink?”
“That would be great,” Harry replied.
“Mrs. Weasley, who are you talking to? It sounded like Harry for a second…” A third voice said as footsteps came from the stairs.
Harry turned around on the couch and his eyes met Hermione’s.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” Hermione repeated as she stood where she was.
Within what seemed like two seconds, Hermione and Harry were hugging and talking. Talking up quite a storm as a matter-of-fact. Mrs. Weasley went into the kitchen to get them some cookies; she knew it was going to be a long night.
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Shortly after Harry and Hermione finished talking about three hours later, a tall red-haired boy entered the kitchen and walked over to his mother and gave her a kiss. He didn’t even notice Harry sitting at the table. Hermione was standing across the kitchen and as Ron crossed the room to give her a hug, he noticed a figure sitting at the table out of the corner of his eye.
He stopped walking and turned his head to face Harry.
He had to do a double-take.
“No way. No way,” Ron repeated as he walked rather slowly over to Harry.
Harry got up from the table and walked over to Ron to give him a hug.
“What are you doing here, man?” Ron said as him and Harry hugged. “I haven’t talked to you in like years. I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you ever again.”
“It’s a long story. But, I’m glad to see you, Ron. Come, sit down and let’s talk,” Harry said to him and the two sat down at the kitchen table together. They talked for what seemed like ages. Towards the end of their conversation, the subject of Ginny came up.
“Ron…I know that you don’t want to talk about Ginny, but how is she?” Harry asked hesitantly.
Ron started twiddling his thumbs and took a big breath before he spoke. “I guess she’s doing okay. I mean, she’s not okay, but eventually she will be. This whole thing with you gone I think has been the hardest on her because she knows that part of the reason you left was because of her. She blames herself, Harry, and its just taking her a while to get over it all.”
“Ron, you know that I lost myself. When Ginny turned me down, I realized I had nothing left going for me. You and Hermione were sick and injured and Ginny didn’t love me, I just felt lost. And so I left. I hid for as long as I could, and because of that, everyday I lost a part of me. That was until I found out about the statue you guys put up in the ministry. I went to see it, and everything just started to come together. I never meant to hurt Ginny, you know that. In fact, I thought that this is what she had wanted,” Harry said as he got all teary-eyed.
Ron placed his arm around Harry and gave him a pat on his back as he said, “Harry, of course you didn’t mean to hurt her. And we all know that. Like you had to do, she also has to find herself.”
“Where is she right now?” Harry asked.
“Probably off in the town somewhere. She spends almost all her time outside wondering around. We never really know where she is, but she somehow is always home for dinner.”
“Do you think she would want to talk to me?”
“As much as she has missed you, I’m not so sure she’d want to talk to you. You dug a pretty deep hole in her heart.”
“But, you said she still loves me. And I still love her. Shouldn’t she know that?”
Ron was left without words. Hermione, who had just started listening to their conversation from behind the door, put her hand to her mouth. She entered the kitchen and stared at Harry straight in the eyes.
“You love her? Still?” Hermione asked Harry with a very serious look on her face.
Harry suddenly didn’t know what to say. Did he love Ginny? He hadn’t meant to say that he still loved her. It kind of slipped. Harry looked back and forth between Ron and Hermione, saw the pain in their eyes, then got up and left the table.
As Harry walked down the hallway, thoughts raced through his mind. He pulled open the front door and stormed out.
Harry’s walk soon turned into a run as he raced out into the meadow behind the Weasley’s house. Harry didn’t know where he was going or what he was doing, he just kept on running. He soon found himself standing in the middle of the meadow, panting. He noticed someone in the distance walking towards him, but he didn’t pay attention to it.
Harry sat down and he found himself in the same position once again, he didn’t know himself. He didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, all he knew was that he was the famous Harry Potter.
Harry then got up and decided he would walk back to the Weasley’s, say good-bye to Ron and Hermione and then disappear again.
As Harry started walking in the other direction, he heard someone calling him.
“Sir, excuse me, but you are walking on privately owned property,” the voice sounded vaguely familiar to Harry, but he didn’t even turn around to see who was talking to him.
“It’s okay, I know it belongs to the Weasley’s. I’m a friend of theirs,” Harry said as he continued on walking.
“You are?” The voice said, now Harry recognized it as a young woman’s voice.
Harry didn’t reply this time. He just continued walking but he heard footsteps running to catch-up to him.
“Who are you? What’s your name?” The woman called after him.
“I don’t know who I am. I’m Harry, but I really need to leave now,” Harry said, still not turning around. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped following him and he heard the woman gasp. It was then that Harry turned around.
He was about eight feet away from a beautiful red-haired girl. A girl by the name of Ginny Weasley.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. No words were exchanged between them, there was no need. Both of their expressions seemed to explain everything. Finally, Harry spoke.
“Ginny, I’m sorry.”
No response.
“I never meant to hurt you or anyone. You told me you didn’t want me, and I had nothing else so I left. I didn’t want to believe it was the end so I left. I’m sorry, Ginny.”
Still no response.
“Want else do you want me to say, Ginny? I’m sorry Ginny, I really am.”
Ginny still wasn’t speaking. Instead, she sat down on the ground and cried. Harry walked over to her and tried to put his arm around her, but she pushed him away. “No. No. No,” Ginny repeated.
“Ginny, I’m sorry.”
“You know what, Harry,” Ginny said as she finally spoke, “sorry just isn’t going to cut it. I have spent the last however many years crying over you. And now, your back just like that, and you expect me to forgive you.”
“I never asked you to forgive me, Ginny. I just wanted you to talk to me.”
“Well, you got your wish,” Ginny said as she suddenly got up. She looked Harry straight in the eye as she moved forward so she inches away from his face. Then she said, “Are you going to go and disappear again because I won’t forgive you? I’ll give it three hours before you’re gone again. Nice knowing you, Harry,” Ginny said as she started walking in the direction of her house. Harry watched her until she was too far away to see, and he began the walk back towards the Weasley’s home.
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When Harry walked in the front door, Ron nearly knocked him over. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER, HARRY? SHE’S HYSTERICAL!”
“I did nothing but tell her I was sorry. And you clearly are also mad at me, so I’m going to do just what Ginny predicted. I’m going to disappear again.” Harry said; his voice shaky.
Ron stared at him and went silent. Ginny’s crying voice in the background went silent. Hermione stopped saying “shhh” and it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.
Harry looked like he was in pain. He stared back at Ron and yelled, “BYE HERMIONE! BYE GINNY! AND GOOD-BYE RON!” And then he took his wand out of his pocket as he prepared to apparate, footsteps rushed into the room.
“HARRY, WAIT! Please don’t leave again!” Harry looked into Ginny’s eyes as she spoke to him.
“This time, you got your wish Ginny. I’m out of here.” And with that, Harry disappeared.
Ginny collapsed onto the floor into a ball and lay there crying. Ron looked at her and shook his head. “I’m sorry Ginny,” he said to her.
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A few weeks passed, and Harry spent all his time inside his house staring out the window. Harry felt bad about hurting Ginny’s feelings again, but he didn’t have another choice. He wasn’t going to sit there and let Ron accuse him of treating Ginny poorly.
Harry had replayed that day in his head over and over again, and he still couldn’t figure out where he went wrong.
Harry got up from his chair and looked across the room at his calendar. It had been exactly 15 days since he had seen everyone. The Daily Prophet zoomed in the window, and like always, he only looked at the first page. In bold at the bottom of the front page, something caught his eye. It read: Ginny Weasley Stays At St. Mungo’s…story on A14. Harry quickly turned to page A14 and read the article.
Ginny Weasley, the designer of the Potter Memorial, collapsed at her home last night. Her family says that she is dealing with a lot and it was just a side effect of the stress she is going through. Prophet reporters asked her family what she was dealing with but they would not make a comment. Doctors are keeping her at the hospital for a few days until her stress level subsides. To send Ms. Weasley cards or flowers, contact the hospital.
Harry read over the article again. Uh-oh. Harry quickly changed into fresh clothes and apparated away.
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Harry arrived in the middle of the busy hospital. He was standing in the hallway outside a door labeled Ginny Weasley.
Harry noticed Ron and Hermione both sitting on chairs across from her room. They didn’t even notice Harry; they both were staring off into space.
He walked in front of them and Ron immediately snapped out of his trance-like state.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” Ron asked, “I thought we were really never going to see you again.”
“I heard about Ginny and I came to see if she was okay. I just never had a proper good-bye with her. After I talk with her, I’m history. Literally,” Harry said as he looked at Ron and then over at Hermione. She was staring up at him.
Hermione got up and looked at Harry. “I’m her best friend, Harry. She tells me things, you know.”
“Ummm…okay…where is this going, Hermione?” Harry asked her.
“A few days before she collapsed, she told me that she loved you. She said, ‘Hermione, if he doesn’t come back in another day, I’m going to disappear, too.’ I told her you were coming back. I told her you were probably just thinking things over. She collapsed because she knew she messed up, again. Last time it wasn’t your fault she was so upset, this time, it was. She told you she didn’t want you to go, but you left anyway.”
Harry looked at Hermione and let out a little smile.
“Is Ginny sleeping?” He asked. Hermione looked angrily at him and his smile.
“No,” Ron responded.
“Then why aren’t you in there?”
“She doesn’t want to talk to any of us. Harry, why are you smiling?” Hermione asked.
“Because it’s funny that you like guys like to blame me every time she gets upset. I’m going to go talk to her, and then I am leaving. I just want you guys to know that you are my best friends and always will be. And I’m sorry that this whole Ginny thing has ruined our friendship. Maybe I’ll be back in a few years if I miss you guys. I love you both, and thanks for everything,” Harry nodded to them both as he walked into Ginny’s room.
Hermione watched with tears in her eyes through the window as Harry sat down on a chair next to Ginny’s bed and grabbed her hands. She turned around and faced Ron as she spoke, “Ron, this is our fault.”
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Harry sat down next to Ginny and Ginny opened her eyes to see who it was.
When she noticed that it was Harry, her eyes widened a little more and she sat up in her bed.
“Harry,” she whispered, her voice a little raspy.
“Hey,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him.
“I came to say good-bye. I felt bad leaving you without you knowing everything, without you knowing the truth.”
Ginny looked at him.
“Ginny, I want you to listen to me, and I don’t want you to speak. Just sit quietly and listen.”
Ginny nodded.
“When you turned me down after the final battle, I was heartbroken. For as long as I could remember I had loved you, Ginny. I had never made my move because I was afraid that if I ever got hurt, you would too. Hermione and Ron were both unconscious and then you turned me down, and I just felt alone. I felt like I had nothing left to lose. So, I left. Even though you had turned me down, I sort of knew that you didn’t mean it. Ginny, I thought about you almost every day. Then the whole Potter Memorial thing happened and I came back. And I have a question about that”remind me later. And while I was talking to Ron, when you were out, I said that I still loved you. I didn’t even mean to say it. It just came out. Then Hermione asked me if I really meant it, and I wasn’t sure. Then, I ran into you. And I felt like I was alive again, even if you wouldn’t forgive me. Then when Ron blew up in my face, blaming everything on me, I felt lost again. And I left. I spent those 15 days between now and then thinking about everything, trying to figure out what to do. The truth is, Ginny, I still love you and I always will. I’m sorry to have hurt you over the years, I never meant to. Just know that I love you, and keep me close to your heart.”
Harry then got up, kissed Ginny on the forehead, and turned to leave. Just as he reached for the door, Ginny spoke.
“What was your question?” She asked, her voice shaky with tears in her eyes.
“Oh right. Your mum said that you designed the statue of me in the Ministry, and when I went to see it, I was a holding a heart in my hand. And the heart had a lock…what did it all mean?”
“It’s my heart. You’re holding my heart,” Ginny answered, much more calmly now.
“Why is there a lock?”
“It’s for the key. Your key.”
“I don’t have the key, I never did,” Harry paused and then looked at his watch, “I’ve really got to Ginny, but thanks for everything, I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us. And I’m sorry I can’t find the key.”
“I never gave you the key,” Ginny said as she got out of her bed. She was a little dizzy at first, but then she caught her balance. She walked right up to Harry, took his hand, and placed it on her heart. “Because, Harry, you have always held the key to my heart.”
And they kissed.
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A/N: Well guys, there it is. I think that story may be my best one yet. I hope you guys all like it--and im sorry its so long. I just couldn't break it up into chapters. Please REVIEW! thanks for reading.
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