"Why do I love Ginny? That's crazy. I do not love Ginny. As a sister, yeah, I guess, but not in that way." Harry said, avoiding the eyes of the resident St. Mungo's therapist.

"Well Mr. Potter, your friends seem to think you do. Why don't you start and tell me your memories – favorite, worst, hardest thing you've had to do, or something like that." Dr. Twiddythumbs said monotonously. "Let's start with trust. When did you finally put all your trust in one person? Who was that person?"

Harry Potter's friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley, seem to think that their 25 year-old friend is in love. They suspect he's in love with Ginny Weasley. After trying to talk some sense into him, that if he takes a chance, there's no Voldemort to come after them. He's finally free. When their efforts come to no avail, they are left with only one option:

Send him to a shrink.

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"It all went by in a blur. The entire night was flying spells, falling, cries of pain and help, the ever present urge to glance around for that shock of red hair. One part of the night – the best and the worst – I remember clearly.

'Ginny!' I had yelled. 'Get the hell out of here!' I have to admit – she's never as lovely than when she's reckless.

'Before I go,' she was next to my ear now, breathing on my neck. 'I have a question. Do you trust me?' I didn't have to think – I did.

'Yeah Gin, with my life.'

'Good.'

Before I could reach for her, she was gone. Looking around frantically, I saw her throwing curses wildly at Voldemort.

'What the bloody hell are you doing?' I fought to get to her, but had been blocked by some invisible force.

'You trusted me.' She had said, not looking at me.

My heart had then constricted. I couldn't see who the green light had been pointed at, then everything was in dust. I still couldn't get to her.

Then, through the dust, I saw it. Red. Rushing towards me, Ginny fell into my arms.

'Thank you for trusting me.' Voldemort was dead and Ginny was dying. A Healer rushed over and was luckily able to heal her fast. She was still alive."

Dr. Twiddlythumbs nodded as Harry Potter lay sprawled on the brown leather couch.

"You can go Mr. Potter, I will see you tomorrow." Harry nodded and stood, Apparating back to his lonely flat.

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Walking into the Doctor's office the next day, Harry smiled.

"I do love her. I love her. I love Ginny Weasley."