Collide
Ginny Weasly stared at her ceiling, watching a sliver of morning light appear through the gap in her curtains. sighed and rolled over, trying to block out the memories that filled her head, her dreams and her life.
She swung her feet out of bed, and walked over to her dingy little apartments' kitchen. She flicked through the daily prophet, reading some articles here and there, until one headline jumped out at her in big black ink.
HARRY POTTER SIGHTING
Of coarse she didn't actually believe that anyone had seen harry (as these sorts of articles had been appearing about once every two days), but it was still painful to see his name, like a raw wound which wouldn't heal. It had been a year and a half since he had disappeared from the world. He ran away two weeks after the war. Some people said it was because he was scared of the supporters of Voldimort, some thought it was because of the publicity he would have to face and others felt that he had faced so much pressure and Independence he had crashed. They were probably the closest to Being right, but even the girl of his dreams didn't know.
That very night was still vivid in Ginnys mind. A week after the funerals of the fallen, as they were called, the families organised a night to just sit and remember our hero's. That night was filled with tears and laughter as the stories were sheared. it was getting on midnight and the living room was filled with people sitting and talking to there friends or family, yet harry sat alone. She had been talking to Ron and Hermione when Harry approached them, "We need to talk."
"I need to leave" he said quietly,
"thats fine, harry its getting late-"
"no i need to be alone for a while. As in i need to go away for awile"
"What?" Ginny started to say, but he was already out the door.