A/N: Okay guys, I know it's been an age even though I promised I start writing again quickly and for that I'm so sorry but I hope y'all like this, it's going to be a short introduction to the story I have coming. I hope you enjoy. Obviously all the characters belong to our Lord and saviour J.K Rowling.

A – (From the point of view of Ginny Weasley)

Ginny Weasley looked down at the stone floor. Everything around her was filthy, the walls the floor even her shoes were covered with dust and grime and her little toe poked out of the top of the right shoe. Bits of stone wall and glass littered the floor like morbid confetti, the reminder of what the school had been before it was torn down before her very eyes. She couldn't resist the urge to kick one of the smaller pieces of rubble, but regretted it instantly. It soared into the wall and bounced off, shattering the only un-broken window in the corridor with a loud crash. She froze, listening for the sound of angry voices or quick footsteps but heard none.

Hogwarts had gotten used to the sound of breaking glass.

She couldn't help the small smile that stretched across her face, there was something very soothing about causing her own personal bit of mayhem in the madness and mess that was Hogwarts, even though no one would know that she was responsible she would know and that was satisfaction enough. It seemed that liking pandemonium was a Weasley gene.

She thought back to the last two days marvelling at how so much had happened it was getting to the point where it was hard to keep track, like a carousel that wouldn't slow down but wouldn't let you off either. The world seemed to be getting back on track again, Voldemort was dead, his body burned and his ashes placed in a chest buried deep under the lake, Shacklebolt was Minister for Magic and doing a great job of rounding up the last of Voldemort's supporters and for two days she hadn't seen Harry.

Well, that was a lie, she had seen him but he was constantly surrounded by admirers and people asking for his help. She couldn't help but noticed how uncomfortable he looked around all the people and she couldn't help a small smile at that. Despite everything that had happened, he was still Harry, still the socially awkward boy she had met when she was ten years old. But every time she smiled her thoughts were ruined by a small voice in her head crying out names. Names of the people she'd never speak to again: Remus, Tonks, and Collin Creevey, just some of the people she had known personally. She didn't have the right to smile when their families would never see those faces again.

It was a destructive way to think but she couldn't stop it.

She couldn't help but consider herself lucky at how easily her family had gotten off. They had had a scare with Fred but he had made it unlike so many others, she remembered back to when she had found out about her brothers survival.

Ginny looked up, she could hear the sounds of rapid footsteps along the corridor next to the classroom she was hiding in. Automatically she drew her wand, it had become instinct over the past year, but it was her mother that burst through the door and skidded to a stop in front of her. Molly flew at her daughter, pulling her into a tight hug, tears flowing down her cheeks but smiling from ear to ear, happiness seemed to burst from her in every direction.

"Fred, Ginny, Fred! He's alive." Molly squealed. Ginny's stomach flipped over. Her mother laughed delightedly at her stunned expression as she pulled away. "He was poisoned by an acromantula and we thought he was dead but he was just paralysed. Poppy was checking him over and she felt the faintest heartbeat, one we missed. Ginny, he's going to make it!" Molly said, her face now covered in tears of happiness.

Ginny had been locked away in a classroom when her mother had finally found her, spewing her good news like an over-excited puppy. Ginny smiled at the memory of herself and her six brothers teasing Fred about his grand prank, he had adopted the name 'Lazarus' and joked about how he was this incredible, medical miracle.

Hermione and Ron had become inseparable. Although they were very controlled around everyone else Ginny kept on having the bad fortune of walking in on them in less flattering circumstances, she thanked whatever God was out there that she'd never walked in on them naked. Harry was himself again, better even, he was like he had been at Hogwarts, happy and free but even more so with the absence of Lord Voldemort on his back and the prospect of a long and happy life ahead of him. He still took the deaths of everyone as his personal fault but the sight of families reunited and lives beginning to return to normal seemed to lift some of the burden he would never let go of.

Ginny still hadn't had a chance to talk to him and it was slowly killing her. She wanted to grab his hand and drag him away, just to hear his voice but she knew he had more important commitments, she wasn't one of them.

"Ginny!"

"Speak of the devil." She murmured quietly under her breath as she turned and saw Harry was walking up the trashed corridor towards her, with a small smile on his face. She took a deep breath.

"Hey." She said brightly, turning back to look over the dark grounds at Professor Sprout leading the last group of students around for the day, teaching them how to regrow all the plants. It was easier not to look at Harry when he was this close, she didn't want to do anything stupid. He looked over her shoulder at the sight and his smile grew.

"It's nice how the teachers are using the destruction to teach the students." He said softly.

"Yeah." She murmured. She couldn't help but be hyper conscious of how close Harry was to her, she so wanted to tuck herself up in his body warmth. She turned to look at him, so she wouldn't lean back into him. She looked up into his face, trying to keep her expression neutral.

Bad idea.

Those eyes. Those amazingly green eyes could keep her staring all day, it was the first thing she had noticed about him when she had seen him on the platform all those years ago.

She noticed that Harry's face had become more worried, nervous even. Was she scaring him with her staring? She turned away again quickly to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks but Harry caught her arm and pulled her back to face him.

"Ginny, look, I know you're annoyed at me but can we talk first?" She was about to correct him (she wasn't annoyed, how could she be?) but the desperation in his voice shocked her for a minute and she just nodded, eyes wide. He seemed to relax slightly, pleased that she hadn't rejected him.

Like she could.

His hand slid down from where he had been holding her forearm into her hand and her heart skipped a beat.

"Smooth." She murmured, smiling at him sidelong, she couldn't help but tease Harry even when she was sure his feelings for her had long since gone. She struggled to hold back the grin when she saw him blush slightly, but she was quickly distracted by him pulling out a rubber band from his pocket and checking his watch. He took the hand he was holding and muttered for her to hold the band. She did so but not without sending him several quizzical looks.

The band began to glow and suddenly there was a familiar jerk from behind her navel and… WHAM.

Her feet slammed into soft, sandy ground and she fell back, landing on her arse, the sun blinding her and the sound of waves not far away. When she opened her eyes Harry was standing above her, a slightly amused expression on his face, but still there was that underlining of worry.

He offered his hand to her to pull her up, which she took but tugged hard, pulling him down towards the sound, landing on her with an 'OOF', that made her laugh out loud. He rolled off her grinning, the nervousness seeming to dissipate somewhat. She looked out and noticed they were on a beach, the sun glinting off the waves as they rolled on towards the sand.

"Do you want to swim?" Harry asked, watching her look out towards the water.

"Yes, but I want you to tell me why I'm here first." She said, looking back towards him, noticing that he took a deep breath.

"Okay, look I know you don't like me very much right now, wait," He said noticing her opening her mouth to object. "I know I left you when I should have been protecting you all the more and I'm sorry but I wanted to bring you here to explain why I had to go and why you had to stay and where I've been for a year."

Harry went on to explain all about Voldemort's horcruxes and his missions with Dumbledore and then the year with Ron and Hermione. About breaking into the Ministry, The forest of Dean, Godric's Hollow, Malfoy Mansion, Gringrott's, the battle of Hogwarts, Snape's memories, the forbidden forest and King's Cross. Harry explained everything in painstaking detail and Ginny sat and listened to everything and she couldn't stop the few tears that slipped down her cheeks.

When Harry finished there was a long pause as Ginny stared at her hands, taking a moment to absorb all the information and Harry watched her intently trying to know how she was reacting to it.

"The others…"

"All know. Ron and Hermione, your family, Shacklebolt." Harry said, answering her unspoken question, listing them off on his fingers. Ginny went back to staring at her hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked quietly, bright brown eyes meeting green. "I could've helped. I wanted to help."

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

Well that hurt. She could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, did he not think she was skilled enough, not capable enough? Did he think she would get scared and run?

She stood up brushing the white sand off her jeans that were already starting to stick to legs with sweat, the heat of the sun bearing down. The calm, gentle atmosphere of the tropical beach seemed to dissipate as her anger grew more intense. She began to trudge off down the beach, pulling her holey jumper off as she went and tying it round her waist. She had only gone a couple of paces when sand began to fill her shoes and she paused for a moment to pull them off before carrying on down the beach.

Had she been in any other circumstances, had there not been a war on two days ago, had her ex-boyfriend not been the one to bring her to the beach, had she not been suffering from grief, she knew she would have been delighted, running around like an excited puppy, dancing in the waves and making sandcastles.

But there had been a war, she was grieving and it was Harry with her.

Harry.

She had been desperate to speak to him and now that she had she didn't quite know what she was doing or why she was doing it and why oh why was he telling her these things? Things she didn't have any right to demand. She wasn't his girlfriend and he didn't love her, even if he did…

He deserves better anyway.

The little voice in her head was back, bringing with it its usual gifts of sadness and self-doubt, but on this occasion the little voice was right. Harry deserved some gorgeous, slim, supermodel-worthy girlfriend with all the right clothes who he could be seen in public with. Not a freckly, red head with more temper than sense.

She stopped walking, her anger spent and replaced with a miserable guilt. She loved Harry but he could never be hers, anyway he had probably lost all his affection for her while he was away.

She had to let him go. The thought brought tears to her eyes but she blinked them away and turned to walk back to where she had left Harry only to find him a few paces behind her.

"Why did you tell me this? Why all this?" She asked, gesturing out to the white sand, rolling blue waves and the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, eyes searching his face.

"You deserved the truth and I thought this made a better setting than the castle." He looked nervous again.

"Harry, you don't owe me anything ok? We were a summer fling, stop feeling like you have to explain all this to me." Ginny said as clearly as she could, trying so hard to stop her voice from shaking, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She could see no other logical explanation as to why on earth Harry would bring her to a beach and tell her everything that had happened. Harry was kind and gentle, he probably just felt he owed her this before he went off to find his new life.

Harry's eyes widened and he turned away quickly.

"Oh, okay, well yeah. Sorry this was a stupid thing to do." Harry muttered to himself and he began to walk away, back down the beach to where he had left his jumper.

Ginny's shoulders sagged and tears rolled freely down her cheeks, but no sound came out her mouth. Something had broken inside her when he had confirmed all her worries and doubts, that there brief time together had been just a fling.

She wiped her tears away as Harry trekked back towards her, jumper over his arm and his hair sticking up and out even more than normal in the humid air. He approached wordlessly and held out his arm, not meeting her eyes. She grasped it gently and suddenly felt the sensation of apparition, everything went black as she was pressed very hard from all directions, she couldn't breathe and there were iron bands tightening around her chest, her eyeballs forced back into her head and her ear-drums pushed deeper into her skull.

Suddenly the pressure vanished and she was standing in front of the burrow, light spilling from the kitchen windows but the house was silent. It seemed everyone had gone to bed and she didn't blame them after a brief glance at her watch. They had been gone for over two hours.

In everything that had happened with Harry she'd forgotten they had all moving back to the burrow tomorrow. She realised Harry must have told at least her mother what was going on so she wouldn't panic as she had been doing more since the fighting had stopped. Harry pulled away from her and she dropped her arm, wondering if that was the last time she'd ever get to touch him. The broken thing inside her stabbed a little deeper making her wince in pain.

Harry walked away through the front door of the Burrow, not turning back, leaving Ginny behind in the drive, barefoot and shivering in the cold darkness of the night a terrible contrast to the wonderful warmth of wherever they had just been.

She turned away from the house and ran as hard as could ignoring the tears as they leaked from her eyes.

A/N Its okay guys, I have a plan, there gonna sort this but your gonna have to bear with. Please do favourite and review or whatever and remember that I wanna hear your input, love or hate I need to know. Think about it like this…

Your opinion is my drug.

Carrie