Disclaimer – as much as I would LOVE to own Harry Potter, I don't because JKR is just way awesomer than I could ever be.
So this is my first fic..so try not to be too harsh ^^ i'm no English major or anything like that, so grammar errors may be common..sorry about that. However, it should be readable ^^ comment if you like..let me know if you guys would be interested in reading the rest...hmm, i think thats it..so enjoy!
Ginny had had enough. She was tired. She was worried. But above all, she was frightened for her life.
Ever since the war against Voldemort ended, Harry had never been the same. The victory was great, but the losses were ... there were no words to describe it. Worse of all was the deaths of Hermione and Ron. Ginny was pretty sure that that outcome was what had almost killed Harry. Hell, it still might. He was depressed. Not even Ginny, the woman he loved, could bring him out of it, and Merlin knows she tried. When she tried to talk him out of his 1st, 5th, 10th drink all she got was the hard end of the stick. Almost literally. Instead of a stick, it was normally his fist.
She needed to leave. Until he got his act together, she couldn't be with him. Not anymore. The big question now was where she would go? She couldn't go back to The Burrow. That would be the first place Harry would look. Second place she thought of was Shell Cottage, but that would also be another obvious place. As she thought of the options, there was one place that kept coming to mind. And as she thought of that place, the more likely it became the perfect hiding spot.
Ginny grabbed a bag and filled it with clothes and a few personal items. Then she sent her mum an owl. She knew her mum would worry if she didn't hear from her, she would worry. She'd probably send the bloody wizard cops or something after her. Of course, Ginny didn't tell her mum where she was intending to go, what if Harry found out? Oh Merlin, he couldn't find out, not until he got his bloody act together. She didn't want to what would happen if he found her while he was this unstable.
She looked around the room to make sure she didn't leave anything important behind. Then she looked at her left hand, at her engagement ring. Sighing sadly she slid it off her finger and left it on her bedside table. She then silently crept out of the bedroom and snuck into the living room. Harry was passed out on the couch, typical of this time of night. Ginny went up to him with tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Goodbye Harry," she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek, grabbed her bag and left the house without looking back. She had the perfect place to go.
Who would think to look for a blood-traitor at a muggle-hater's house after all?