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A/N: only rated T to be completely sure

&& this idea wouldn't leave my head since I read

NotYourAverageSchoolgirl 's Winning Her Back

(I think is the best story since J.K herself btw check it out) after you read mine lol

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Just a Memory

Harry sat on his bed in his neatest and cleanest muggle black t-shirt with a popped collar and new favorite best pair of flared jeans he thought they were called. He was looking at his watch every other 5 seconds, tapping because he was unable to keep still. He ran his hand through his now short hair thinking "why was I such an idiot: 'shave my hair because its always messy anyways'! She always liked it long. You complete idiot!"

It had been 4 years since Harry Potter had been this nervous for anything- the night he had to die in order to defeat Voldemort...


Harry woke up a whole day after he had defeated Riddle. He had just borrowed a Hogwarts shirt from Seamus because Dean and Neville had shot up yet again over the school year.

He threw the shirt on and left the entirely empty common room for the Great Hall. When he walked through the enormous archway of the Great Hall he didn't think he would ever hear again. Applause was coming from ever ghost, injured, or whole person that could lift a hand.

Unfortunately for Harry that was almost everyone in the huge room.

By the time he sat down he was sure his shoulders were going to fall off from every pat on the back he got. Mrs. Weasley gave him a flat out full force bear hug which surprisingly didn't hurt because he was used to it he supposed. "Harry, dear, you did it. It's over." "You were amazing out there." She smiled a weak smile and her eyes went down to the table again.

Hermione and Ron were sitting together, Hermione's head laid upon Ron's shoulder. Smiles cracked onto both their faces "Got your beauty sleep?" Ron looked Harry up and down, "Maybe not." he said quite amused. Harry grinned at his two best friends- the people he could conquer the world with. It was over and they were happy, together. 'Ginny'. He looked up and down the Weasleys' minus Fred.

No Ginny. Hermione always read his mind, "The tree." she mumbled with an understanding written on her face. He saw Ron tense and gulped he didn't want to but if he had to he would choose Ginny. "She needs you right now," Ron got out. "Thanks both of you- for everything."

He turned to leave but Mr. Weasley's voice stopped him, "Eat first, she has. Its alright you haven't eaten in days. Cant imagine how you slept" he finished the last part more to herself. "Toast is fine." Harry grabbed some toast and slipped a sunny side up egg onto it. When he took a bite he paused to take it in and then walked out of the Hall; the whispers and turned heads didn't go unnoticed but didn't stop him. He had a goal right now.


Harry smiled but his face turned downward as he remembered the next thing that happened. Something he wished he didn't have to carry around with him every second of every hour of every day of the past 4 years its been


He walked farther than his legs were willing to carry him- for Ginny. He knew what tree Hermione was talking about and he made sure his feet didn't stop (shuffling really) until he was at its roots.

When he saw the ginger colored head in the outline against the sun rise (because it was six forty- five a.m) he couldn't help but to break into a run.

It was when he was in earshot of her breathing and her him that he stopped "Ginny..." he said just under a breath.

She knew exactly to whom that voice belonged and with a swish of her hair darted around to look in the eyes of the love of her life and the owner of her heart. Her breath shortened but she quickly caught back up and slowed back to normal. He just stood looking deep, deep down in her eyes and she was broken at what she knew she had to do next.

Harry sighed and wrapped her in his arms. For a moment she was caught up in it and let go of herself inhaling the smell of his perfect hair then she snapped back.

She put both arms up and pushed him away looking down because she knew the brilliant green eyes would entrance her again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" he started. He lifted her head with his hand and she let him because to be truthful it was indeed soothing.

Ginny took the hand with force and put it down to his side. "I-" "Harry, stop. I finally understand why you do what you do to me, you know you'll hurt me because you cant put me first," she took a sharp breath, "you died Harry! Died! I just wont be able to put myself in this relationship fully now that your even more wanted to the dark wizardry world. I can- I- I can't" she felt tears but she knew she couldn't fight them back. She decided to finalize with, "…and I wont."

"It's.... don't-don't do this" Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her into a comforting hug- the kind they used to share together. Now she was hitting him with her fists (softly and slowly) in the hug drenching Seamus's shirt. "No... No." then she finally got the energy to hit him on the chest fully instead of a weak and forced.

She was thumping him and sobbing uncontrollably on him but he didn't let go. He was waiting for her to calm down so he could explain that she was first to him. Bloody hell, she was first, second, third, fourth, and fifth, plus any other place that she wanted to be that wasn't last. He wanted to explain to her that he was completely, totally, only in romance novels, fully, head over heels, entirely, utterly, forever, you-get-the-point, in more than fairytale love with her.

"I cant- I have to go..." her voice trailed off and she broke into a run up the hill to Hogwarts. Harry stood still and frozen until his knees gave in and he sat criss cross under the tree staring at nothing- just staring.

Ginny kept running, she couldn't stop. She got to the top of the hill hoping with her mind, heart, and soul that Harry followed her; she turned around her hair swishing again.

Harry sat there like he was programmed to do it just thinking this must be what hell is. He sat until he heard the one voice that could make him get up or even fly. Ginny's voice called his name and he turned around so swiftly he thought he broke his neck.

He saw Ginny's horse (patronus) that spoke her voice: "I'm sorry" soft, quick, and painless- for her.


Harry had a headache by now but at least it was finally a good enough time for him to go to the Burrow. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley invited him for dinner and this was a special family dinner because they were celebrating the newly honeymooned Ron and Hermione. This would be the first time Harry saw Ginny in person since she took the job as the star keeper for the Chudley Cannons three years ago.

Harry apparated just outside the gate into the burrow and took a deep breath. He walked up to the door that lead into the kitchen, like always, but before he could open the door he was stopped.

He heard a voice that couldn't be anybody's but Ginny Weasley's; Merlin she had matured. Anyone who knows the Weasley's could tell that it was Mrs. Weasley's voice on the other end of the conversation, which quickly turned into a who-could-scream-louder match.

"Mum HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!! You know better than any person in this house that I wouldn't want him here- at all!" Ginny shouted.

Mrs. Weasley was louder and a bit squeaky, "Ginerva- Molly- Weasley!!" Oh no. She's using the whole name Harry thought.

"I will not have you talk to me this way! I am your mother no matter how much of a little superstar you are. That boy is part of the family and you do not make the decisions under this roof. He will be here and will sit across from you, next to you, away from you or even under you if- scratch the last, but he will do and act how he pleases you will not so much as squeal. Am I clear to you?" she ended.

"Quite,"

Harry loved how Mrs. Weasley could stand up for him even after all she's been through with losing Fred, dealing with George, the rush of reporters from being Harry Potter's second mother, her son growing up and getting engaged, losing her only baby daughter to a sport, and more reporters.

"Just as well. He probably doesn't even remember my name that's why I haven't received any owl post from the famous Harry Potter: most powerful wizard in the world." Ginny finished with a quote most likely from some corny writer. Harry wanted to barge in and say her name as much as he could until his throat went dry but he was interrupted.

"Harry," this proved it was him that they were talking about, "is a miserable mess," oh thanks "he hasn't had eyes for any girl in three whole years. If you asked anyone for their personal explanation," oh now he's a miserable mess and they talk about it all the time with people. Great! "It would be either 'he has given up on love' or 'he has been waiting for you-"

The second one! It's obviously the second one!!

But Ginny cut in at that point, "Or he's grown up and doesn't need to tell his best friends mum whom he fancies anymore!"

Uggh! You have got to be kidding me! NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE, NEGATIVE! MERLIN, GINNY

Harry was going to explode so he took his chances at being discovered of eavesdropping and opened the door..

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