AN: I got this from a prompt search off Google that lead me to a livejournal. I have the web address if anyone wants it. It was from a list of 25 prompts and 5 writer's choice. This is what I came up with. I really like what I have, and I think I maybe able to create a multi-chapter fic from this. As of right now this is not complete, but it shouldn't be too long until it is. Every time I finish a chunk of writing I will upload it as a new chapter. Then once finished I will combined it into one. If I do post this as a mutlti-chapter fic, I will upload the multi-chap as a new story with a different title. The multi-chap should be 30,000 words or more (if I stick with my hope of at least 1,000 words per prompt).

AN2: I only added like three words to Funeral so you don't have to re-read the rest.

Evidence:

Harry walks into his bedroom, after a long day of work. Ginny is already asleep, so he doesn't turn on the light. He just strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed. He rolls over to watch Ginny as she sleeps. Harry thinks about how their relationship has changed over the past few months. He had started picking up more shifts at work and working later. Ginny had become distant. When she wasn't with one of her friends, she was at the Burrow with her mother. They only see each other in the morning.

The next morning Ginny wakes before him. She goes about her morning routine before heading to the kitchen to start some breakfast. Harry wakes up not long after she has left the room. He barely opens his eyes as he gets up from bed, grabbing his glasses from the side table. He sits on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, trying to shake the sleep from his mind. He glances up at the clock and sees something on the table next to it. He picks it up. It is a watch and not one that he owns. He tries to think back on if he has ever had someone in his bedroom. He can't think of any incidents, nor can he think of any friends owning the watch.

He walks into the kitchen. "What is this?" he asks, throwing a watch in front of her.

"Harry, I can explain," she pleads; her eyes fill with tears.

"Get out," he whispers coldly.

"Harry please," Ginny has tears running down her face now.

"Leave," Harry's voice doesn't rise from the cold whisper, "Now."

"Harry," Ginny tries again.

Harry shakes his head, "You will be gone by the time I get back," with that, Harry leaves the kitchen. He walks out the front door and down the street.

He wanders the local park for a few hours before returning home. He walks in the door, expecting Ginny to still be in the house. She isn't. Harry walks into the bedroom to see if she had left anything. Ginny didn't take most of her things. He checks the bathroom and sees her toothbrush is still in the holder by the sink. He can also see the clothes she wore yesterday on the floor.

With a murmured spell, Ginny's things are flying into a trunk, packing themselves. The trunk slams shut with a bang and flies out the room. It lands outside the front door.

Once done, the room looks empty. Harry can see where Ginny's stuff is missing. There is an empty hole on the shelf where her pictures stood. The dresser is open and devoid of robes. The bathroom is free of clutter. Harry walks through the rest of the flat, trying to find what is missing. The teakettle is no longer on the stove. The mantle is free of picture frames. The blanket on the sofa is gone. The house is barren.

Harry collapses at the kitchen table, sobbing.

I'm Here:

Harry doesn't leave his house for days. He shuts the flat down, closing the floo and putting up wards. On the fifth day, he takes down the wards. He still doesn't open the floo and he doesn't open the door to anyone that came knocking. He lays in bed, or he curls up on one of the chairs in the living room. He doesn't look at the mantle, where he knows all their pictures are missing. He uses the guest bathroom, so he doesn't have to see the empty holder where her tooth brush once stood.

One week after the incident, he opens the floo. He sits at the kitchen; his head in his arms. Hermione is the first one to come through.

"Harry," she says. "I heard what happened."

"Hermione," his voice catches.

"Oh Harry," she goes to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm here." He sobs in his best friend's arms.

Funeral:

"Harry did you read the paper?"

"No, why?"

"Luna's father died yesterday."

The day is cold and grey. All are dressed in black, except one. She is wearing blue. Her dress is a light blue, the blue of a new morning. Her long, blonde hair is hanging down her back. She stands up. "I love my father, and I live for him." Those are her only words for the day. As she leaves, the sun peaks out from behind the clouds. The last thing that is heard from her before she disappears is her soft twinkling laughter.

Puppy Love:

After three months, it looks like Harry is moving on. He has met a man, Ray. They have gone out two times. Their thrid date is in Diagon Alley; the first time they have left Muggle London.

"Ron, you will never believe what I just saw," Neville says as he sits down at a table with Ron in the Leaky Cauldron.

"What did you see Nev?" Ron sets his glass down, interested.

"Harry and some guy," Neville's face is scandalous as he whispers the last word.

"Do you not know?" Ron pickcs his drink back up, thinking to himself, That's old news, Nev.

Neville has a confused look, "No?" He draws the word out into a question.

"Harry is moving on."

Ron and Neville smile when they see a green-eyed man walk past the store window with a man next to him; both men are laughing and have bright smiles.

Gloves:

The package comes during dinner. Harry is setting the roast onto the table when the owl taps on the window. He lets it in. The owl is carrying a package. Harry removes the package, and the owl flies out the window again.

"Who's it from Harry?" Ron asks around a mouthful of food.

"Ray," Harry answers absentmindedly; he is reading the card. His face breaks out into a bright smile as he opens the package. They are sitting in tissue paper. "He remembered."

Magic:

He shows up just before noon. Harry answers the door with a smile, "Hey! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to whisk you away for our date," Ray responds. His smile is wide, face cocked, and blue eyes bright.

"Let me just get my coat," Harry turns back into the house. They both walk out the door; Harry turns back to ward the door. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." They walk down the street as the snow falls. They are holding hands, both content to walk in silence.

"Can you please tell me where we are going?" Ray places a small kiss on his lips.

"Come on, we are going to be late." Rays tugs on his hand and quickens their pace.

Ray takes them to a park. As they walk, the snow lessens. Then, as if stepping from one world to the next, they cross into a bright sunny garden. Harry is amazed, "How?"

"Magic."

Storm:

Their relationship sets into a pattern. Both Harry and Ray are happy. Harry thinks that he has found the one. The one that will always be his; the one that he will always belong to. they are wrong. This is just the calm before the storm.

Secret:

"Hermione?" Harry calls, walking into her flat.

"I'm in the back," Harry walks into the office. "Harry! You'll never believe," she stops abruptly, when she sees his face. He looks like his hear had been ripped from his chest. It is painful to look at him. "Harry? What's wrong?" She walks to him and puts her hand on his.

"I think Ray," he pauses, shakes his head, and takes a deep breath. "I don't think Ray is happy."

"Did something happened?" Hermione tries to recall if there were ever a moment when Ray did not have a smile on his face.

"I ask him," Harry looks away from her face, "About his day, and he turns the conversation back on me. He never answers any of my questions. He just evades," Harry takes a shuddering breath before continuing. "I'm worried that he is keeping secrets. That he is," Harry doesn't continue. He sobs. Hermione wraps her arms around him and holds as he cries.

"I hope he isn't keeping secrets from you, Harry," she whispers.

Tower Block:

"So, Harry what do you say?" Ray beams. "Move in together?"

"Ray," Harry starts. He wants to move in with him, really he does, but Harry is worried. Harry can't stop recalling all the times he felt as if Ray were holding things back. Harry looks at Ray. Ray's face was the happiest he had seen it in a while. "Ray, I don't-"

"Come on Harry. We practically live together as it is," Ray interrupts. He voice has a sharp edge. A feeling that doesn't match his expression.

"No Ray. It's too soon. Can I have some time to think on it?" Harry hopes that Ray will grant him the time he needs to think.

Ray's face turn cold, "I don't see why you need it."

"Ray, I can't. After what happened. I don't want to go through that pain. Please, Ray, don't make me go through it again."

"You need to get over that. We are not the same person. I won't do that," Rays stands up. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

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