Torn Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

Torn

Chapter 2

Harry stepped off the plane and took in his surroundings. It was good to be back home. He inhaled deeply, shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder and walked off the plane. He strolled through security and immediately spotted the infamous red hair. He picked up his pace, a huge smile on his face.

"Ron! Hermione!" He called over the crowd of people. Ron turned around, looking around for who spoke his name. When he finally spotted the raven haired man smiling and walking towards him, he grabbed Hermione's arm.

"There he is!" He told her and Hermione whipped around, her own smile plastered on her face.

"Harry!" She yelled and her and Ron pushed through the crowd to their awaiting friend.

"Hey guys!" Harry beamed, and picked Hermione up in a warm hug. "Oh Hermione I missed you so much! You look great!" He complimented, making a Hermione blush.

"Hey mate!" Ron exclaimed and gave Harry a brotherly hug. "Long time no see eh?" He teased. Harry laughed.

"Well im here now." He stated and Ron clapped him on the back.

"It's good to see you." Ron said, putting an arm around his wife.

"You too. Wow.. I still can't believe my two best friends are married and have kids. I know I've probably told you guys enough, but im really happy for you." Harry stated, staring at the two lovers.

"Thanks Harry, and it never gets old. I know im a lucky bloke." Ron said arrogantly, giving Hermione a loud kiss. She scrunched up her nose and hit his arm.

"We're in public Ronald!" She hissed. Ron rolled his eyes.

"But frankly she's still getting used to the PDA." Ron teased and Harry chuckled. Hermione glared.

"Shall we celebrate and go for a round of drinks?" Harry quickly changed the subject, not wanting to hear Hermione and Ron bicker. That he didn't miss. Ron nodded and Hermione nodded after a few moments.

"Yes, alright, but we can't stay out long, Mum and Dad are watching the children for us." Hermione said and Harry held up his hands.

"I respect that. Two drinks max and then off to The Burrow." He said matter-of-factly and Hermione grinned.

"Great, lets go." And the Golden Trio set off for The Three Broomsticks.

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Ginny Apparated to The Burrow with a loud pop.

"Ginny dear!" Her mother exclaimed and kissed her on the cheek. "So glad you could make it."

"Mum im here just about every day. I don't know why you get so excited." Ginny chuckled. Molly sighed and rolled her eyes. Honestly you think the woman would be used to smart mouth remarks. She did have six boys. It was bound to rub off on Ginny sometime.

"I know but I only have one daughter and you are the only one that visits me besides Ron and the twins." Molly stated, and grabbed a tea cup out of the cupboard. It was true. Bill lived in France with is wife Fleur Delacour and their son Jacques. Charlie still lived in Romania with his precious Dragons, and Percy had died two years ago when he tried to escape Azkaban, but the Dementors had caught him, and two days later they performed The Kiss. The Weasley's were upset over the lose of their son and brother, but deep down inside Percy did deserve what he got. He had actually been a Death Eater for Voldemort right underneath their noses. They were shocked and devastated. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley took Percy's death harder than the children did. None of them really cared what happened to him. He had ruined himself and did ruin the Weasley name, until Arthur regained his importance and showed The Ministry what he was made of. Fred and George still owned their joke shop and business was going very well for them.

"Mum you know I love coming home. I will visit you every chance that I get, even after the wedding." Ginny smiled and squeezed her mothers had reassuringly. Molly beamed.

"Right you will deary!" She chimed and flicked her wand at the tea kettle sitting on the stove. It filled itself up with water and floated back over to the burner. With another flick of her wand the stove turned on and the burner heated up.

"So, did Oliver win the match?" Molly asked. Ginny grinned and nodded. "Oh excellent!" Molly exclaimed.

"He was very excited too." Ginny stated.

"Well I think that deserves a victory dinner! I'll invite everyone I can to come over and celebrate with a home cooked meal." Molly said and Ginny nodded.

"I tell Oliver." Molly smiled.

"Wonderful! Saturday at five it is!" Ginny just shook her head at her mother but kept a sweet smile on her face.

After two drinks Harry, Hermione, and Ron Apparated to The Burrow later on that night. The house was quiet and dark, the kitchen light was the only light on in the house.

"I guess Mum and Dad are already in bed." Ron said, shrugging.

"Come Harry, we'll show you to your room." Hermione said and took one of his bags and lead the way up the stairs, Harry and Ron following suit. When they reached the second floor landing they saw Mrs. Weasley coming out of Percy's old room.

"Oh Harry dear!" She practically shouted and rushed over to the beaming Harry and wrapped him in her arms. Harry hugged her tightly, and he really knew he was home.

"Hi Molly. How are you?" He asked softly. Mrs. Weasley pulled back, tears filling her eyes and she quickly brushed them away.

"Oh im never better dear. How are you?" She whispered.

"Never better." He repeated and She cupped his cheek.

"So good to have you back. We all missed you so very much." She stated. Harry smiled.

"I missed you all too. I'm glad to be home." Harry said, Mrs. Weasley hugged him again. She pulled back and pointed at Percy's old room.

"You'll be staying in Percy's old room, is that alright?" She questioned and Harry nodded.

"Fine."

"Wonderful. Well I let you get settled then. Are you hungry? You still look a little thin..." She trailed off and looked at Ron who cleared his throat.

"Mum why don't you come downstairs with us eh?" He said and Hermione shook her head lightly at her husband. Mrs. Weasley rose an eyebrow but nodded briefly.

"Yes alright." She mumbled irritably, and then put on her sweet demeanor as she faced Harry again.

"Goodnight Harry. See you in the morning." And she stepped towards Hermione and Ron. She looked back over her shoulder as they descended down the stairs and said, "Be ready to eat in the morning!" She called and Harry chuckled.

"Alright! Goodnight!" He called back and picked up his things and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Harry lay in bed hours after he arrived, not able to sleep. He kept thinking about how happy he was to be home, and how he was glad he didn't have to return to Scotland. He liked living there for the first two years, but then he got tired of it real quick. Scotland's not what it's cracked up to be. Harry had never been around more rude, and snotty people in his life. All his co-workers treated him like he was a piece of dirt. Even if he did save all their arses from the wrath of Voldemort. But did they care? No, they only cared about themselves. Perhaps Harry was being selfish, but then again maybe he wasn't. Why he ever left England he didn't really know. He was yearning to get out in the world and try new things, to experience everything he could experience, even if that meant he had to hurt the ones he loved. His mind flashed to Ginny and his heart swelled with grief and pain. He should have never of left her behind. He was going to purpose to her, make her his wife. He wanted to grow old with her, start a family with her and live happily ever after like in the fairy tales. He sighed and looked out of his bedroom window at the full moon glowing in the night sky. He wondered if she ever would forgive him for his mistakes. He wondered what she was doing with her life now. Hermione and Ron never talked about her in their letters, and tonight when he mentioned her they quickly changed the subject. He didn't want to press the subject so he just went along with them. But wondered what they were hiding from him. He had wanted to write to her when he left, but he was afraid she hated him. He didn't blame her if she did. He hated himself for leaving her behind. He closed his eyes, and tried to go to sleep. The rest of the night was a restless one with dreams of him and Ginny back at Hogwarts when they were happy, when they were a couple, and then he had nightmares of a crying, heart broken Ginny.

Saturday came quickly. It was nearly five and Ginny was just finishing getting ready. Ginny stared at her reflection in the mirror, and slowly ran her hairbrush through her flaming red hair. She wore a jeans, a black long sleeved top and black high heeled boots. Her hair fell down her back in long waves, her only makeup consisting of mascara. She nodded her head in agreement and stood up from her vanity, and walked over to her bed to grab her purse.

"Hey beautiful, are you ready?" Oliver asked, his thick Scottish accent lacing every word. Ginny looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and nodded..

"Yes." She smiled.

"Alright lets go." And they Apparated to The Burrow. They appeared in the living room where Mr. Weasley, Fred and George were sitting all three of them laughing.

"Hey Gin! Oliver! Congrats mate!" Fred greeted, clapping Oliver proudly on the back. Oliver beamed.

"Thank you!"

"Yeah mate, bloody fantastic!" George chimed, making Oliver's smile grow wider. Ginny chuckled lightly at him. 'Yep, his ego is defiantly growing bigger by every word.' she thought.

"Hey Fred, hey George." She greeted, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. She walked over into her fathers awaiting arms.

"Hi Dad." She said softly, kissing him on the cheek.

""Ello dear, how are you?" He asked politely.

"I'm great. How are you?" She returned.

"Same always, great." He said cheekily. Ginny laughed.

"Of course."

"You're mothers in the kitchen with Hermione and Ron. Maybe you should go talk to them." He Dad said, and Ginny noticed a different hitch in his voice. Was that nervousness? She looked at him skeptically.

"Is everything alright?" She asked. He put on a fake smile and stuffed his hands into his pockets. One of his nervous habits. Oh yeah, something was defiantly up.

"You'll have to talk to your mother, brother and sister-in-law." He said and quickly side stepped away from her to congratulate Oliver. Ginny's eyebrows were raised and she shook her head, but made her way into the kitchen to find her mother hunched over the sink, talking quickly to Hermione and Ron who were seated at the table. When they saw her come in they jumped up from the table, and Mrs. Weasley put her own fake smile one.

"Ginny dear!" She exclaimed, wiping her hands on her apron and bustling over to give her a hug. Ginny patted her mother oddly on the back while eyeing Hermione and Ron.

"What's going on?" She asked bluntly, wanting to know why everyone was acting weird. Hermione slowly walked over to Ginny and took her hand, Ron coming up behind her with one of his stupid grins on his face.

"Gin.. Uh.. Well you see.." Hermione trailed off, at a lose for words.

"You see Gin, someone is here, well staying here with Mum and Dad." Ron stated, his eyes going back and forth to Ginny, her mother and Hermione.

"Who?" Ginny asked, a sickly feeling suddenly overcoming her. Mrs. Wealseys eyes looked apologetic, and Hermione looked up at Ron, her expression sad. Ron swallowed.

"Harry." He said softly. Ginny's eyes went wide. She shook her head as if she didn't hear him correctly.

"I'm sorry who?" She sputtered.

"Harry's here Gin. He's come back. And he's staying here with Mum and Dad until he starts his new job." Ron explained. Hermione didn't let go of Ginny's hand, and Mrs. Weasley now cupped Ginny's cheek in motherly, soothing kind of way.

"Oh dear im so sorry.. I'm so sorry we didn't tell you." Her mother said and Hermione now released Ginny's hand, running it through her brown locks. An awkward silence fell between them, and the voices of her brothers, father and Oliver died away. Then, an old, but new voice spoke from behind her.

"Hi Gin." Ginny slowly turned around to see the face of Harry Potter. It was like looking at a ghost. Her face and body frozen she was at a lose for words.

"Why?" Was the only word she could muster.

A/N: Here's chapter 2 (WOW I update fast huh? Hehe ))! and I would like to thank everyone who reviewed so far and im glad to see some of my old readers come back! I'm SO glad you all enjoy my stories and continue to read my new ones! And thank you carolquin for pointing out my mistakes and your ideas have put new ideas in my head, so thank you for catching my mistakes! If anyone is confused about anything or has caught something I might have missed please let me know and I will try to fix it! Thanks once again to everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh yeah, I made this chapter a little longer too!

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