So this is my first story--I don't own any of J.K Rowling's work I just live in her world--please be kind I'm new at doing this--Constructive criticism is welcome.

It was over. For more than a year Ginny sat and wondered whether or not he would return. Alive or otherwise. In the end he came back, and he saved everyone. As she sat in the vacant common room, she swam through many different emotions. Sadness, anger, frustration, guilt, hope, there was even a hint of happiness there. However confusion was the most prominent.

After everything that had happened, Ginny wondered what direction her life would turn now. Would Harry come back to her after all he'd been through and did she even want him to?

She was angry at him. He left her to go to Hogwarts alone. She cringed as she thought about what she went through. The Carrows, they were vile human beings if that's what they really were. Ginny remembered detention with them. Students in the Carrow's detention were forced to be put through the Cruciatus Curse. Ginny's body gave a involuntary shiver when she remembered the pain. But could she really blame Harry for the torture she endured during the past year? She knew that it wasn't his fault but in her heart she held him responsible, and she would let him know it.

Her eyes scanned the common room. Everyone was still in the Great Hall celebrating. The silence in the room was deafening. She knew that she could go and join the festivities that were taking place but she had the knowledge that she would not enjoy herself.

The loneliness and despair settled in her stomach abs she felt it spread through her whole body. She knew that she shouldn't feel this way. She should be joyful that Voldemort was gone, but how could she when her brother was too.

Fred……thinking about him even in death brought a smile to her face. Would she blame Harry for Fred?

Ginny thought about that mental question for a moment. She shook her head, she would never do that to Harry and she mentally reprimanded herself for even thinking about that.

Ginny shivered and noticed for the first time that it was rather dark and without a fire it was very cold. To resolve this problem she took out her wand and muttered a spell into the fire place. She watched as the flame came to life and danced before her. She felt the fire warm her body and some of the despair and loneliness dissipated from her. Now she some how felt a little better.

Some where deep inside, Ginny knew that even though life was a hell of a lot less than perfect at the moment. She knew that somehow everything was going to be ok…eventually. Maybe eventually she could forgive.

Forgiveness, was this an act or just another emotion to put on the list. Ginny's mind drifted back to Harry. She knew that in order for her to forgive him she would have to place trust in him again.

Trust another silly human emotion. However the strongest human emotion flowing through Ginny was love. No matter what Ginny thought or felt she loved Harry Potter, and she would continue to love him. But even is he did come for her, she knew that she couldn't be with him after all he'd put her through.

At what point had she fallen in love with him? Ginny supposed she had always loved him. She never thought that she would be so angry with him that she would break her own heart.

Just then she was torn away from her mental hell when the common room door swung open. She held her breath when she saw the familiar hear of raven hair climb through the portrait hole.

Harry looked up and met her eyes

"Ginny"

It was barley a whisper but she had heard if as if he screamed it through the castle.

Ok so there was chapter one--let me know what you guys think--tell me if you want the next chapter or if it was terrible and I should never post again--let me know REVIEW!!