Harry Potter, aged 18, sat on the couch of his apartment. Though you couldn't see it, it was surrounded by Aurors. Highly trained Aurors, trained for Harry's protection. He scowled savagely as he threw a stick into the fire. He brooded, Why was it me? Why couldn't I be normal? As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew that nothing could change what had happened. Ginny.

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
As you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(can't get over us)
And I'm stronger then this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin over you

Harry buried his head in his hands, dragging his hands through her hair roughly. His normally blank and expressionless, emotionless eyes were filled with the pain of letting the one he loved most go. He picked up a small picture and gently passed his hand over it, watching Ginny's laughing, giggling face. Why can't I just forget it? He silently berated himself. Again. It was the same every day. Every night, searching for a way out. Searching for a way to escape, searching but never finding. He bowed his head in silent defeat. He had given up all hope.

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Harry felt the beginnings of tears work his way into his eyes. Instead of wiping them away though, he let 2 individual tears slip out, one for him and one for Ginny. Last he had heard from her, she was dating Seamus Finnegan. She had gotten over him. Why couldn't he? Because I loved her! The thought kept rolling about in his head. Then the one that hurt most struck him. I dumped her.

Gotta fix that calender I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

"What is this?" asked Harry, to nobody, as he scowled at the wireless radio. "Stupid song.." he muttered, trying to bring his hand up to slap the machine off. He stopped. This was Ginny's favourite song. He lived in memories of her, he lived for her. Even though he knew she didn't care. "Our anniversary.." he muttered glancing at the calendar. The day looked completely empty and lonely. Not a single line in it to show he cared. Not a word. Ginny didn't know. She probably was with Seamus, harry thought, her anger building.

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Harry strode over to the fireplace and stuck his head in, yelling the name to Ginny's Apartment. Ginny answered, looking sadly around.
"Harry?" she asked in amazement.
"Hello Ginny."
"Wow Harry..its been 2 years."
"I know."
"Whats been going on?"
"Its our anniversary."
"What?" asked Ginny looking confused. Harry took a deep breath,
"Ginevra Weasley, I love you. I never stopped. I couldn't if i tried."

Harry jerked his head out of the fireplace and sat cross legged on the floor. He felt a weight lift from his shoulder.

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about her smile

He stood up. He sat down. He lived.


I just realized how unactive I've been on this account..I thought that maybe I'd do a one-shot as I'm not really in the mood for a story that requires frequent updating. Blegh, I will eventually, don't worry but for now this is all. So please review! Lub ya!