A/N, this is the chapter that should have originally have gone in as chapter two. But it took me a long time to get it together so I'm only going to slot it in now.
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The brightly lit sky was barely visible through the gap in the curtains, but still it caught Harry's eyes and drew them to it. Almost as if it were calling out to him, telling him that he'd done something wrong, that there was something he had to do, someone he had to go and talk to. Well of course he knew he had to go to talk to someone, he'd been telling himself that he'd go and do it for three nights now. He just hadn't, that was the problem. No matter how much or how often he told himself that the only option was to go and talk to her he just couldn't pluck up the courage too. He supposed it was because he was scared of having to admit his feelings, but then he'd already done that before, and it hadn't really been that hard. But the last time had been different. They'd been surrounded by loads of other people and things just seemed to…flow. But there would be non of that now, because for some reason whenever he entered a room with her in it everyone else seemed to disappear off to do some unknown business, and he always found himself alone with her, unable to think or to speak properly. He knew deep down that they were only doing that to give him the time they felt he needed, but he would have found it easier if there had been other people. Harry looked away from the moonlit sky and gazed around the room, hoping for some sign that what he was doing was a good idea. Funnily enough there was one; because sitting on the bedside table where he'd left it not four hours before was a birthday card from Ginny. He opened it, and read the oh so familiar handwriting inside.
'Dear Harry. Happy birthday, you're of age now, but I'll always be waiting for you to realise the most major part of being an adult. Love, Ginny.'
That was all the proof he really needed that it was time he moved. Because of course he had to talk to her now. he had to tell her how he felt before it was too late, tell her that he wanted her to go with him to his parents graves, and to wherever his hunt for the Horcruxes would take him, and to be with him through it all. There wasn't really any reason not to ask her to come now, because his old excuse of her being too young and not really ready for it, and that he didn't want her to get hurt, was wasted. Hermione and Ron were refusing to stay behind and when Ginny had discovered that they were coming without Harry causing any fuss she had become very angry. To put it lightly. Harry fondly remembered her use of the bat boogie hex on Fred when he had tried to restrain her. Sighing slightly he got out of bed and, stretching, crossed the hall to her doorway. Knocking lightly he didn't speak, waiting to see if she was awake before making any more noise. He didn't want to wake her, because he had heard her complaining to Hermione recently about how hard she'd been finding it to sleep. He needn't have worried about waking her though, because second after he knocked he heard her hoarse whisper.
"Who is it?"
"It's me." he whispered back. "Can I come in?"
"I suppose." He heard her shuffling around behind the door and opened it slowly, trying not to make any sound but knowing instinctively that it would creak. Her door always did, because he'd been listening to her movements for a few weeks now, even since he'd come to the Burrow.
He looked around as he entered, realising only now that he'd never actually seen the inside of her bedroom before. He was amazed to find that it was decked from head to toe with the richest purples gold's and reds, their materials ranging from the roughest and hurriedly painted patch of wall beside the bed to the smoothest silk. Every surface had a hanging or covering of some type, and each wall was covered in shelves and chests, many filled with books and clothes, but Harry couldn't help noticing that one of them held photo's of all her family. Behind the bed in the corner was a huge Lion, which Harry realised at once represented Gryffindor House and Hogwarts. Ginny herself was sitting at the one uncovered surface, writing away at something on the desk before her.
"What you up to?" harry asked, coming behind her and slipping his arms around her neck gently, barely touching her.
"Homework." She replied stiffly, but not trying to remove his arms.
"Ginny…" Harry whispered, even though he was sure no-one would be able to hear him in here. It was just the feel the place gave him. "Ginny…" he tried again. "Look, I'm really sorry okay." He whispered desperately, moving away from her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I didn't want to loose you, Gin. That was why I said I couldn't be with you, because I was afraid." She turned to stare at him but didn't say anything, so he continued.
"Every time I looked at you I saw a target, something that he was going to take from me. I'd just watched him take Dumbledore when he was trying to help me, and he took Sirius from me for the same reason. Even my parents died trying to protect me. I couldn't bare to see the same thing happen to you, I just couldn't. It would kill me Ginny." She seemed to melt, and then came and sat down beside him, slipping her hand into his and squeezing it gently.
"He's already used me as a target before and he realised that it didn't work. He won't try again Harry, because it didn't work last time. I might not know as much about him as you do, but I know what type of people they are, and he won't want to risk messing up again. Messing up is the greatest fear in the world for a person like him. That and becoming reliant on someone."
"It's amazing you know all these things, when I can barely understand them myself." Harry smiled at her, realising how stupid he had been to ever think that he could survive without her.
"Ginny." He whispered again.
"Yea."
"I love you. I hope you realise that."
"I love you too." she smiled, and slipped her arms around him, holding her to him as if she was never going to let him go. Then. "But I guess this means you're just going to tell me that you're going to have to leave me again."
"No." Harry smiled at her, and held her to him once more. "This time I want you to come with me, to be with me forever, because I love you Gin, and I couldn't bare to leave you."