She was pissed beyond belief. For some unknown reason, he didn't think she could handle it. No, it was to dangerous for poor, little, immature Ginny. Yet, he won't dump her stupid older brother, or his girlfriend Hermione.
Ginny knew that he was doing this to protect her. She knew that he just wanted to make sure she was safe. She knew he loved her just as much as he loved Ron and Hermione. Even if that was all true, it didn't make it hurt any less.
She wanted to be there with him. She wanted to be the one to support him. She wanted to be there everyday, just so she could tell him how much she loved him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth if she could, but he wouldn't allow it. No, Harry Potter would have none of that. If nobody had to get hurt, he'd make sure that nobody would get hurt.
Harry Potter, she thought, my Harry Potter.
He was her hero. He was always there for her and if he could, he would always been there for her. He was currently looking death in the eye, and she was stuck here in Hogwarts, safe and sound. She would never be able to save him from here or help in anyway.
Ginny hated this feeling. This feeling that she was being abandon. This feeling of being alone. The pure thought that she was useless right now. There was no way she could help him now. It was to late. He was gone and he wasn't coming back, at least not any time soon.
She couldn't lie to herself. She missed him. She missed him terribly. She missed him more than she should.
The other girls told her about this. Yes, they did inform her about this. Love. That's what they called it. She always hoped she would fall in love and get married one day, but she never thought she'd fall in love with the chosen one.
It made her sick the way the public treated Harry. At first they treated him like a hero, then suddenly they hated him. Back and fourth, back and fourth. They could never make their mind up. They kept diving further and further into his private life. It pissed her off to no end.
Through it all Harry kept moving on. She was proud of the way he acted. He could've been reckless and ruined his reputation for good, but no, he kept a level head for the most part. Yes, she was proud of her Harry.
Even though he left her behind, she knew he loved her. She knew he only wanted to protect her. No matter what happened, she would wait for him. She would wait until her very dying day if she had to. Harry was the one for her, nobody would change that.
"I love you, Harry. Never forget that," the young red-headed girl whispered, hoping he somehow caught her words in the wind.