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Harry didn't know what lead him to Neville and Hannah's at 2am, but clearly, some part of him thought that, given the situation, Neville would be the best person to go to. Harry knocked on the door, leaning his head on the post as he waited. The door swung open, revealing Neville stood in his dressing gown. "Harry? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night." Harry lifted his head from the post. "I left Ginny." He mumbled, barely mustering the energy to speak. "Really?" Neville asked in disbelief, "you'd better come in. You'll catch your death stood outside." He led Harry into the cosy living room, shouting up the stairs. "Hannah, can you put the kettle on? It's Harry." Hannah came bustling down the stairs, hair in a messy bun, and began shuffling around the kitchen in her slippers. Harry sat down on the sofa, shoulders shaking as he began to suppress tears. "Shit, Harry, are you okay?" He shook his head, looking over to Hannah, who brought in the tea. "Hello Harry," she muttered softly, sitting down next to Neville on the other sofa. "Hi Hannah," he replied, not moving his gaze from where he had settled it on the floor. "So, what brought this on?" Nev asked gently. "I couldn't carry on like that Neville. I couldn't keep lying to her. Or myself." Hannah glanced at Neville as he furrowed his brows. "You've not been having an affair, have you?" Harry shook his head, "no, Christ no! I wouldn't do that to her." Neville relaxed slightly at the answer but still persisted with his questioning. "Then what is it, why did you leave her?" Harry looked up, glancing nervously at Hannah and Neville. "Nev, mate, I'm gay." Neville raised his eyebrows slightly, "well if there's ever a good reason to leave your wife, that'd be it." He said, "what did she say." Harry shook his head, "I didn't tell her. I told her I couldn't be with her and she flipped, and I didn't want to upset her more." Neville looked at him incredulously. "I don't think it would have upset her more, I think it would have explained why the man she has 3 kids with randomly decides to leave her." The tone was a bit sharper than he was used to from Neville and made him hang his head guiltily. "I've been quite stupid, haven't I?" Hannah piped up, "Just a bit. I'd suggest going to see her tomorrow morning and explaining because right now you're quite far in her bad books." Harry nodded. "I've really fucked up here. But I couldn't stay with her, it was killing me. Especially at the Weasley get-togethers." Harry admitted. "I feel for you, Harry. It must have been so difficult sitting with Ginny when all you wanted was to get into Bill's pants." Hannah teased. Harry snorted, taking a sip of his tea. "It was Charlie actually, but besides that, you were pretty much accurate there, Han." He laughed, giving her an odd look. "Have you been letting her near Trelawney when she visits you at Hogwarts? Because I think Trelawney might have rubbed off on her." Nev let out a laugh, shaking his head furiously. "As if I'd let her near Sybill, the first time Hannah came to visit me, she told her that she was pregnant. We were terrified." Neville reminisced. "Anyway," Hannah interrupted, "I'd say we should get to bed. It's nearly 3 and I've got to open up the pub at 7." Harry nodded and allowed Neville to steer him towards the small guest bedroom. "Good luck for tomorrow, by the way. You're probably going to need it." He chuckled.
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Harry could not have said under any circumstances that he slept well. It was not the bed, more the incredibly large amount of anxiety running through him. Once Neville had pointed it out, he had realised how incredibly badly he had messed up. When he had told Ginny, she had at first believed it was her. Thinking back, Harry didn't believe that it could have gone worse.
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"Ginny, I need to tell you something." He began apprehensively. "What?" She asked, a note of panic already in her voice. "Ginny, I can't carry on like this anymore, I'm leaving you." Ginny went stark white, frozen in place. "What do you mean, we're good together." She whispered. He shook his head, holding her hands in his, "Ginny, I've been lying to myself. I can't any longer." She shook her head, tears rolling down her face. "Is it me, Harry?" He shook his head, "Ginny it's not you. I can't keep lying to myself, to you. I'm leaving you and there's nothing that's going to change that." He coaxed. She shook her head, flinging herself away from him. "It is me, isn't it? You think I'm not pretty enough anymore because I've had 3 of your kids. Want an upgrade to someone younger, don't you Potter? Think because you're the man-who-won or whatever fucking title they're using now, that you can get any model you want! Well fuck off then Harry, go and be with your little slut! Does it look like I fucking care? Because guess what? You're not good enough for me, Potter!" He stood up, flinging clothes on. "If you think it's you then go ahead and believe that, but I'm telling you it's not!" He shouted, slamming the door shut and leaving.
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Morning came quicker than Harry would have liked, but he had to admit that he couldn't put off the inevitable. "Hey, Nev?" He asked as he stood at the front door, preparing to leave. "Yeah?" Neville shouted, walking through from the kitchen. "If everything goes tits up, can I stop here till I get a place of my own sorted out?" Nev nodded, "Of course mate. Have fun with the Mrs till then." He laughed, sauntering back to the kitchen.
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Harry knocked on the front door, despite having a key. When Ginny flung the door open, she immediately tried to slam it when she saw it was him. Harry stuck his foot in the door, preventing her from shutting. "Ginny, I just want to talk. I didn't really explain things properly last night and I think I need to." She glared at him, but growled, "come in." Storming off to the living room. When he got into the living room, he found her sat there, shooting daggers at him. "Well then? Get talking." Harry winced at the anger in her voice, but nevertheless sat on the other sofa. "Ginny, I'm so sorry at not explaining last night, but you got so upset and at the time I thought it would only make it worse. Luckily enough, Neville explained otherwise." Ginny's face relaxed ever so slightly, but the stern anger still remained. "Ginny, the reason I've left you is because I'm gay." Ginny clasped her hands to her mouth, a look of shock taking over her. "So when you said you were lying...oh Harry...I thought you'd cheated on me." Harry let out a small chuckle, reminded of the conversation from the previous night. "When I told Nev what I'd said, he thought I'd had an affair as well." Ginny nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. "This really is the end for us, isn't it?" Harry nodded. "We'll just have to try and sort things out, Ginny. But there's no going back."