Hello! Thank you to everyone who review. As for what happened between Harry and Ginny...well that's to come later! Though will be explained soon! Harry not talking to the Weasley's makes me sad as well


EDIE!!! Hello! It is fine, it takes two lol! I am a H/G girl!

Chapter 2.

The pubs that night were packed, full of quidditch lovers celebrating one of the best played matches in recent history. It had been an incredibly tight match, both teams defence was spot on while their attack was perfect, making it very hard to score and keeping the overall score low. In the end the Harpies chaser had outmatched thoses of Puddlemere and stolen ahead while their seeker, Jenny Michael had caught the snitch, taking nothing away from any other player on the pitch. In the pub, Time Turners Tavern, the Hapies, aurors, families of the Harpies and other guests all celebrated the victory with drinks, music and a whole lot of dancing.

"All right!" Gwenog Jones commanded the attention of the whole pub as she climbed onto a table, tittering ever so slightly from the alcohol she'd consumed, "To each of my players, well done! You played magnificently, Holly and Frieda, you're the best beaters a girl could ask for, I mean that knock out of Jenkins's hand near the end was just amazing, Why can't you be Welsh?!, Jenny, that catch at the end was international standards, and Gin and Lydia, my fellow chasers, what can I say, Gin you're 18 and hold the highest scoring record this year, if you were Welsh I'd have you on my international squad in a heartbeat, and Lydia you're the best dodger out there and babes you are on my international squad, me and Gin own half our goals to you!" Gewnog raised the bottle of firewhiskey in her hand, "To my team, the best a girl could ask for!"

The pub all cheered and Harry watched Charlie Weasley help Gwenog down before he started dancing with her. Ginny was dancing with some tall, curly brown haired man, laughing carelessly and letting him put her hands on her waist securely. She'd just been on the winning side of the Holy-Head Harpies at just 18 with less than a years experience in the league; she'd started for them and won. Harry looked away, feeling slightly sick at Ginny's happiness and headed over to the bar, ordering another beer, his sixth that night.

"Sorry." A voice he recognised all too well said behind him and he saw Ginny squeeze past two people as she reached the bar, her smile slipping slightly as she saw Harry.

"Here." The bartender handed Harry his beer and as he turned he saw Ginny studying him, her chocolate orbs filled with an expression that Harry could not read. They stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like minutes but what in reality was only seconds. Harry looked at Ginny, her face flushed from the heat of dancing, her red hair bouncing around her face freely and her brown eyes with that ever present sparkle. She looked so alive that it frightened Harry, how little had their relationship meant to her? It had been everything to Harry while she'd said she'd loved him she never seemed to show it, at least not in the end.

"Are you doing ok?" She finally asked, biting her lip slightly, a habit Harry used to love about her but now just annoyed him how she could stand there and ask him that.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked her bitterly, his eyebrows raising before he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving Ginny to stare after him, shocked and holding back the retort that had been about to roll off her tongue.

"Harry." A voice called and Harry turned to see another familiar red head making his way towards him.

"Ron." Harry said in a monotone, carrying on towards the door of the pub and walking out letting the cool June air hit his face, refreshing him from the heat from inside.

"How are you doing? Really?" Ron asked, "Are you sleeping well?"

"The few hours I sleep are peaceful," Harry retorted, anger bubbling through him, "I thought you were done with me?" Harry's voice was sharp, harsh and unfeeling.

"When I said that I was angry and I'm sorry," Ron started, "I saw Ginny, she was crying and said you'd broken up and I just assumed-"

"You assumed I'd broken up with her, dumped her like some ass that you'd always hoped I'd become so you'd become the good one out of us. It has a ring to it doesn't it? Harry Potter the ass and Ron Weasley his best friend who feels! Well good for you Ron, you've gotten what you wanted." Harry cut Ron off angrily; clenching and unclenching his fists, making his knuckles turn even whiter than his skin.

"I never thought that." Ron said quietly, Harry's anger scaring him slightly, he didn't know this person...the bitter, empty shell of someone he'd once considered family.

"Regardless, everything we said to each other still stands, anger makes you reveal truths you've been bottling up, it's one of the only times people don't lie, and how could I possibly forget, 'I must not tell lies!'" Harry was getting angrier, Ron was trying to act like the good one by coming out here to patch things up that he'd helped break and he watched as Ron took a careful, slow step backwards out of Harry's immediate arms length.

"I may have meant it then but I regret saying it now." Ron pleaded with Harry, "We've been best friends for nine years; we've been through hell and back together."

"And now that part of my life is over, the adventures, the sacrifices. After all, where did it get me? I'm almost twenty and I've lost everything that I once loved. To stop me regretting what I've done, I've got to let it go." Harry told Ron, "You made it clear nine months ago that you wanted nothing to do with me, that everything I love ends up broken or dead, and you know what? You were right. From now on I want nothing to do with you." Harry's works broke his own and Ron's heart.

"You don't mean that." Ron told Harry, his voice soft and broken.

"As of a minute ago, I'm no longer required to protect any of the players." Harry told Ron, placing the beer down on the outdoor table, "Goodbye Ron, have a nice life and a great wedding."

With those words Harry had gone, disaparrated away from the pub, leaving Ron stood there, a gaping hole in this world where his best friend had once been...

......

"I don't understand, how can he be so angry?" Hermione asked Ron desperately.

"He's angry, we said things that we shouldn't have, I was angry about Gin and so was he and he has every right to be." Ron told her, pacing around their small cottage.

"I'm going to talk to him." Hermione told Ron, standing up and grabbing her robe that was slung over the sofa arm, "We need to do something, he looked half dead at the match."

"Alright, tell me everything when you get back." Ron told her, pulling her into a hug, kissing her cheek before she left.

Hermione disaparrated to the doorstep Harry's apartment, she'd spent so much time there at one point, laughing with Ron and Harry, teasing Ginny and Ron, just being happy as a group. It had all changed when Ginny began starting for the Harpies, her goals picked up and so did her fame, everyone wanted a piece of the action. She was out most nights, living the life she'd always dreamed of as a professional quidditch player and Harry accepted it, for years she'd been know as Harry Potter's girlfriend and now she wanted because of something she'd achieved, who was he to stand in the way of that? But as the nights got longer and she stopped even coming back so nights Harry grew more and more tired. When she'd moved in with Holly it had started another set of fights, they were both right in what they believed.

"Harry?" Hermione knocked on the door to his flat, "Come on, open up!"

"What do you want?" Harry asked tiredly, opening the door.

Hermione gasped at the sight of a completely broken man in front of her. His hair was sticking up everywhere, a cigarette was dangling out of his mouth and a bottle of firewhiskey was clutched in one hand. He was shirtless, his scars emphasised by his ghostly pale skin and a tattoo on the left side of his ribcage stood out so vividly it hurt to look at the black date '2/5/98'.

"Smoking! REALLY!" Hermione exploded, striding forward and pulling the cigarette out of Harry's lips before he had time to react, "Drinking! DRUGS!"

"Hey!" Harry protested, trying to grab his joint back of Hermione though failing, the drugs and alcohol affecting his reflexes while all he wanted to do was forget everything...curl up into a ball and forget everything.

"NO!" Hermione yelled, pushing Harry into the flat and slamming the door closed, "It's time you listened to me!"

Harry let his arms fall in defeat, looking at his bushy haired best friend expectedly. Waiting for the lecture on how they could damage his body how he should have moved on. How he should do this and shouldn't do that...

"It's been nine months! For nine months I've watched you wallow away, become more and more withdrawn and bitter and it has to end! I know you're hurting but this is killing you!" Hermione told Harry desperately, "What would your parents think? Siruis, Dumbledore, Lupin, Tonks!?"

"Don't!" Harry warned her in a dangerously low voice. She was using the tool of people who had sacrificed their lives for him, it was a low blow.

"They gave their lives for you! For a better world, so WE could live happily and without fear and I'm scared Harry! I'm scared for you because you're looking paler and paler each day, you're eyes look dead and I'm afraid of losing my best friend when I need him most! I'm getting married and I need you there to tell me that everything's over now, that no one will hurt us again!" Tears welled up in Hermione's soft brown eyes.

"I can't do it anymore." Harry told her defeated, a few lone tears trickling down his own face.

"Grow up! You know better than anyone that life's hard!" Hermione was going more red as she got more angry, "You say you love Ginny, if you truly loved her you'd have accepted it by now! She's happy and safe, and for now that should be good enough for you!"

"You have no idea how I feel!" Harry yelled as her, his eyes seeming to widen scarily.

"REALLY! When Ron left us how do you think I felt! I didn't know if he was alive or dead and he'd abandoned me at a time I needed him so much! You know that Ginny is alive, happy, doing what she loves and I know it's hard to have to watch it and not be part of making her happy but you need to move on." Hermione's voice which had reached an all time loudness had returned to its normal volume.

"I came back for her; I left a life and peacefulness with my parents, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks. It was so appealing and I wanted it so badly, but I wanted Ginny more, she was this beam of hope that was stronger than anything else, and now she doesn't want me." Harry's voice was of someone completely defeated.

"You've obviously made up your mind to live like this and I know you're not going to listen to anything I say, but I'm going to say it anyway because if somehow you decide to get off your high horse and listen to everything I've been trying to say you'll see it makes sense." Hermione looked down before staring up at Harry's emerald orbs and continuing, "All I can say is if you continue to live like this then Voldemort's won and the war, the deaths and the broken souls were for nothing." Hermione gave Harry a look that was so fierce Harry took a step back, "My parents refusing to speak to me will be for nothing."

With that she'd turned on the spot and disaparrated, away from Harry and towards Ron, someone who loved her through thick and thin. Someone Harry no longer had...

So there's the second chapter for you,

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I'll add some flashbacks of happy Harry and Ginny, and their break-up.

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