A/N: So I've been working on this over the past few weeks and finally have gotten around to uploading it. It's kind of stream of conscious and just drabbles but it's Harry Potter, all generations and involves sporadic couples based on random songs on my iTunes library. You're welcome to request any you'd like to see me write. This is just a thing to keep writers block at bay, but I do hope you enjoy. Title is from Thriving Ivory.

Disclaimer/Warning: I would never say I owned Harry Potter, that's sacrilege. Also this story WILL have cousincest in it, so if that's not your thing skips those chapters or don't read this at all. Thanks!

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where we belong

'the great escape'

harry x ginny

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She knew that he'd have to leave but that doesn't make her wish she could hate him any less. He's Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, so it only makes sense that he can't stick around until Voldemort has taken over the world- because if he did then he wouldn't be her Harry would he?

She counts down the moments with despair, but she just can't give up on him, he's one in a million. It doesn't help that she remembers everything about him in vivid detail; from his black hair to his eyes that remind her of the emerald ring her mother once let her wear as a small girl.

It sort of makes sense that he'd be the one for her- she's been in love with him since she was ten years old and her brothers came home going on and on about Harry. She didn't care that they teased her all summer, the few moments she spent in the same room as him would be all that kept her going during that hellacious first year.

So yeah, she lets him go with a heavy heart and tears threatening to spill over, but she refuses to cry. She grew up with six brothers and she knows that crying is not going to solve anything so she throws herself into reforming the DA and raising hell and it makes the ache in her heart subside a slight bit. Because with every letter graffitied and every "Crucio!" thrown at her she sees him and it makes the fight that much more worth it.

When she sees his face again in the crowded Room of Requirement, bloody and dirty, it takes everything in her not to run to him. His eyes hold fear and she knows why he's scared, so she waits as long as she can until she just has to be out there with him. That's been her destiny all along and she's a Gryffindor, so sitting out of the fight isn't really an option.

In the end he finds her, sitting under a beech tree, her own face splattered with blood and dirt and tears for her brother. He doesn't say anything- he doesn't need to. He may be the Boy-Who-Lived or the Chosen One to the wizarding world, but to her he's just Harry, and she loves him for it.