Hello! This is a short story I just wrote about what Harry and Ginny might be feeling as he leaves. Forgive me for the melo-drama, but it was fun to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and even if I did I wouldn't tell you, so hah.

Harry lay in his bed at 4 Privet Drive. It had been not a week since the funeral of a man he had respected. More than that; he had loved. A man who had been his guide, and mentor. Who had given him strength when he thought he had none left. He was left now with nothing but a desire to hunt down the ones responsible for his demise; and not only his, but Sirius, his parents, the Longbottoms; everyone who had suffered at thier hands. He would hunt Voldemort and his followers. He would hunt them 'til he died, if he had too. For he knew now that the prophecy was true; even if only so by his own making. Neither can live while the other survives. How very true, Professor Trelawny. Harry found he couldn't keep his mind on anything else. Except when a sudden pain would stab through his chest. A girl with long hair spinning around her like fire, and deep brown eyes that cut into his very soul would pop into his mind. But just as soon she'd be gone. He couldn't keep his mind on her. Maybe he was afraid of what he'd feel. But somewhere deep within him, as he fell into sleep, it finally came... he could feel it. He could feel how he felt...

I don't know if I have the words to say how I feel

For a few days I had you

Like Heaven

Like a dream

Like the happy ending of a fairy tale

But now I'm called away

I knew it would end this way

Somewhere deep down

That I would have to say goodbye

That I would have to see the tears spill from your eyes

But I let myself have you anyway

I let myself kiss you

Hold you

I let my soul mingle with yours

And now I can't tell where you end and I begin

And in ripping myself away I find that I am

Incomplete

Without you

How do you take the blue out of purple

And leave only the red?

How can you seperate something

That is really one thing?

That's how you are to me

And I know I do not go alone

Would it be too selfish of me

To ask you to wait?

To wait 'til I come back

Knowing that may never be

I may never again see the sun in your hair

Dancing around you like red flames

I may never see the stars glisten in your eyes

Like the many lights of a city from above

Not knowing how far down

Or how far I would fall

As I was falling

I could compare you to many things

But they would never do you justice

You've given me peace

You've made me complete

You've given me something

I never even knew I wanted

And I thank you

It may be that

The motivation of coming back to you

Will be the only thing that keeps me going

So think of me

At night, on the verge of dreams and awake

Think of me

And know that I am somewhere

Thinking of you

Harry awoke a few hours later as the sun flickered in through his window. A small smile formed on his lips, and Ginny swam to the forefront of his mind. He saw her, heard her laugh, felt her smile. He felt bitter-sweet joy. He didn't know whether he would come back; but a new strength seemed to fill him. He could face him now. Face him, and know that he was making a difference. And somewhere, far away, in a small bedroom in The Burrow, Ginny smiled as she slept; the dark haired boy with the green eyes she loved so much was laughing. A joyous laughter that filled her soul. She knew he would come back to him... somewhere beneath her waking mind, she knew. And even when the doubt came once more after she awoke; every night... every night in her sleep, she would see him. And once more she would know. Until the day he returned...

The End

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