A/N: This story is deticated to Parker and Rachel. I couldn't live without you guys. Thanks for putting up with my insanity and helping with my stories.
Parker- I hope this is what you were looking for!
Rachel- Thanks for all your feedback!
Sorry for the uncharacteristically short prologue the next chapters will all be over 1,000 words though.
Prologue
"Ginny, listen. I can't be involved with you anymore. We can't be together."
"It's for some stupid, noble reason. Isn't it."
"Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He'll try to get to me through you."
"What if I don't care?"
"I care."
"I never really gave up on you. I always hoped."
"We could have ages...months...years, maybe..."
"But you've been too busy saving the wizarding world. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much." (HBP 646-647)
And that was it. Ginny had not shed a tear. She had not tried to convince him not to go. She wasn't angry with him for breaking up with her. She understood.
Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind, he realized she had always understood. Sure, she had always called him out for being a git and told him off when he was out of line. Ands as much as she hated it, she has always understood his "hero complex" as she called it. His pathological need to finish what his parents had started had started; to ensure that their deaths were not in vain. He never had to explain this to Ginny, he knew with just one look into her deep brown eyes that, without needing any words, she had understood.
Maybe that was why he liked her so much.
No. That was why he loved her.