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Harry stepped outside and the wind whipped the snowflakes into his face. He pulled his scarf up past his mouth as he wiped his glasses. He remembered fondly that Hermione could conjure up blue flames in a jar and they'd huddle around it for warmth in the winter outside. 'No, I mustn't remember them' he muttered to himself. So he set off at a brisk pace to try and make it to the corner shop before his nose froze over.

As he walked, the streetlights began to switch on and Harry looked up at the orange light – an almost similar shade to Ginny's hair. With this thought, a hand squeezed his heart and a tear reached the corner of his eye. Harry quickly brushed it away. It was so cruel for her to have been taken away from him by her own brother. Harry had constantly told Percy that the stress of being the minster for magic was too much and one day, he just lashed out at her. Harry hadn't even been there to hold Ginny as she took that one last breath.

With that, harry turned and sat on a bench, his legs shaking with grief unable to support him anymore. He sat and cried. A lonely cry. It had been three years since harry had even picked up a wand or seen anyone from the wizarding world. He just wanted to be alone in his grief.

Harry sat and sobbed quietly, his head bowed, hiding his tears from the world. He'd left the 'Other World' to live amongst the Muggles to avoid all of this grief. The grief that nobody else could feel. Harrys' own grief. His loss.

Harry remembered how Ginny used to cry like this. He used to hold her close and tell her how everything was going to be okay and she would look at him with her teary eyes and smile, putting all her faith in him. Then he'd tuck her hair behind her ear and gently press his lips to her forehead. These memories of his beautiful wife weren't as hard as they used to be.

Remembering her like this made him smile. Always trying to protect him... but look where that got her. It was time for him to face his fears and face the Weasley family once again. For the first time in over 15 years since he'd failed Ginny, Harry would step inside the Burrow.

With a new resolve, Harry wiped his tears, clenched his fists, stood up and strode for home.

Harry walked in his door and knocked Dobby over.

'Oh I'm sorry Dobby! I wasn't paying attention! I'm so sorry,' he muttered as he helped Dobby up.

'It's okay Mr Potter. Dobby has cooked you a nice stew. And Kreacher made master a lemon pie.' Dobby smiled up at Harry.

'I'm not hungry Dobby but thanks.' Dobby and Kreacher were one of the few things Harry had brought with him from the 'other world'. Partly because Dobby didn't want to leave Harry on his own because 'you'll need the company Sir' and partly because Kreacher was eternally grateful for the locket he'd been given by Harry many, many years ago.

'Is Master alright?' said Kreacher as he appeared next to Dobby with the familiar crack. 'We can make something else if Master would care for it?'

'How many times do I have to tell you two? It's just Harry. But really. Thanks for the concern but I'm fine… just… got a lot on my mind. I'll eat later if the food will keep?'

'Only if you're sure Har… Harr…. Mr Potter. Anything we can get you in the meantime Sir?' Kreacher still found it hard to call Harry by his first name just like Harry found it hard to give them direct orders.

'Actually… if it's no trouble, I would love a cup of tea. Could you possibly leave it on the table for me?'

As the elves retreated, Harry walked upstairs and plucked up the courage to enter the loft.

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Right guys! hope you've enoyed this!
I know Dobby's supposed to be dead but I miss him so he's back! :)
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