I hope you all like this. It's based on the song What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts. And I will give thanks to for giving me the lyrics.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; I do not own Rascal Flatts.

Harry listened intently to the rain falling onto the roof of the Dursleys empty house. He sat on his bed, staring right at the wall in front of him. The thing was, even though the Dursleys were out for the night wasn't what made the house feel empty.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

Harry listened more intently to the rain falling. It was the perfect weather for his mood. And it had been her favorite weather. Harry just wished that he hadn't broken up with her. Now, there's so much that was left unsaid. It would haunt him forever.


What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do

He loved her. Well, had loved her, before she had gone. And no matter how tough he tried to act, he couldn't get himself to leave the Dursleys household. He knew that if he left it, then he would be seen crying. But, when he was in the Dursleys house, he could cry, and the Dursleys wouldn't care. They didn't know about her, nor did they care.

He had seen only Ron and Hermione when it had happened. He had forced a smile, but it was hard. Forcing the smile, living with the pain of losing her.


It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

Harry couldn't look at the wall all day. He took his luggage and walked downstairs with it. He had turned seventeen, after all. He stopped at the door, concentrating on it. A tear started to come down his cheek and he didn't wipe it away.


What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

Harry left his luggage in the house, opened the door, and walked outside. There, he started crying, looking up at the rain. Tears came down on his cheeks while the rain hit them. His hair was now soaking and he cried even harder.

"WHY?"


What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

He continued crying. He couldn't believe it. It had happened, it really had. She was gone. His one true love was gone. And she was never coming back. Ever. And there was no way to bring her back. She was gone forever.

"GINNY!"


Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do