Song Lyrics: "Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound."

. . .

Of course, the last person he had seen before he left was also the first person he saw when he came back.

Ginny.

She looked absolutely radiant. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail, her freckle-filled face was scrunched up in irritation, and that Weasley fire he had fallen in love with was still present in her brown eyes.

Her lips broke into a smile as she realized who he was.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed loudly, but not loud enough to be heard by the people passing them.

He smiled himself when he heard his name pass those lips.

"You're back!" She pulled him in for a hug. "I can't believe you're back!"

Harry put his arms around her. She was warm, and he loved it.

He loved her still, after all the terrible things he had done to her, after he left her. 'First love never dies' – was that the quote? Harry thought that it was true enough for him.

They pulled away shortly after.

Ginny squinted her eyes at him.

"You look different," she told him.

Harry laughed. "In a good way, I hope."

Ginny nodded eagerly. "You look more handsome than ever."

He felt his cheeks blush. He was acting like a damn school boy when he was with her.

"T-thanks, yeah." He forced himself to chuckle.

"Let's go get lunch together," Ginny suggested with a grin.

He found himself grinning as well. He nodded in agreement, fearing the words that might come out of his mouth.

. . .

Ginny was still as unabashed, impolite, and funny as ever. After five years, she was still the same girl he had fallen for. What was he thinking when he had left this woman? He could've been probably married to her by now, if only he had stayed.

He had found out that she was a Quidditch player, and that she still hated cooking.

Harry loved her.

He slowly built up the courage to ask her if she would like to go to his new house.

"So, do you want – would you like to go to my house for a bit?" he stuttered. "I could show you around, maybe even play you something on the piano? And – and, yes, I did learn how to play the piano while in America. It really helped whenever I have a migraine, or when I think Vo-Voldemort's coming back again. I even – "

He stopped his rambling when he saw the frown on Ginny's beautiful face.

"Harry, I'm married."

And that was when his world – the world that he had worked hard on to rebuild for five years – started crashing and tearing apart again.

It hurt. He suddenly found himself unable to breathe as easily as before. He felt the sobs threatening to break out. He felt like he couldn't move his fingers or his hands. And he actually felt physical pain in his chest.

"M-married?" Harry squeaked out. This experience reminded him of his few mental breakdowns in America. It was agonizing. Harry felt like those five years of therapy suddenly had been for nothing.

Ginny beamed at him. She was happy now, he was not.

"And I just had a baby two months ago," she mentioned to him, with the most passionate look he'd ever seen in her eyes. She continued to talk about her newborn, but he couldn't bear to listen anymore

Harry gasped, and put a hand over his tightening chest.

"I-I j-just need to – erm..."

He stood up, and went away again.

When he arrived in his home and finally calmed himself down, he contemplated what he had done wrong.

He shouldn't have left, but he really needed help back then. Harry would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, and cry. He would call his friends for reassurance that they were living and breathing and safe. War had its effects.

And now he was dealing with a broken mind, broken soul, and a broken heart.