A/N Song by MYMP again. Second chapter, as you might've guessed. Hope you like. This scene is after the DoM incident and Harry is a tad disappointed after finding out that Sirius will not become a ghost.

Tell Me Where It Hurts

Saying that Harry was disappointment was an understatement. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up; he knew for sure that Sirius wouldn't take the coward's way to death. No, he'll never become a ghost, he'll move on and he can be with James and Lily again. Thinking about Sirius meeting his parents made jealousy well up inside of him. It's not fair! How can he – their son – not meet them at all? How can they do this to him? Leaving him alone with the Wizarding World's troubles. He just can't do it alone.

As he made his way back up to Gryffindor Tower, the painful truth of Sirius' death finally sunk in. He will never be able to help Harry again, he'll have no one else to talk to, to laugh with or even argue with. Sometimes, it felt like Harry was the adult, Sirius can act like a kid, running around the place drunk and doing the conga and Harry would make hi sit down and sleep. They needed each other. They had more than a godfather-godson relationship - they were like brothers. They shared a connection that not even Ron or Remus can continue. Sirius was like a father, friend and brother all rolled into one.

Sirius is gone for good. Harry'll never hear his bark like laugh again, or feel his warm arms envelope him in a hug. And it's his entire fault. HIS FAULT. He shouldn't have acted on his own accord, he should've trusted Snape and waited for confirmation that he wasn't in the Department of Mysteries. Harry sped up his walk; he could still hear the knives and forks scraping against the plates, the chatter of children as they tell their friends about their plans for the summer. Harry felt disgusted by it. Who could celebrate when, Sirius, his godfather, the only father figure he had known, just died?

Finally, the noise from the Great Hall ceased and Harry reached the Fat Lady's portrait after a few flights of stairs later. After saying the password, Harry entered the Common Room – and, not bothering to check if anyone else was inside – picked up the nearest breakable thing. He threw the vase across the room, blinded by sorrow and anger. He heard it smash on the opposite wall and the little bits and pieces fell on the floor with a silent twinkle.

Emotions filled Harry as he threw again and again across the room the wooden chair, the small table, another vase and a portrait of the Lake. There were so many emotions that he couldn't name them all, but he was sure that he could feel anger, disappointment, guilt, and perhaps loneliness? "Aargh! How could he leave me like this? Why now? Not now, please…not now…not now…" Harry leaned back on the wall; he tucked his knees under his shin, placed his hands on his face and cried.

He cried for Sirius, he cried for his parents, he cried for everyone who had someone die under Voldemort's wrath, he cried for his lost childhood, he cried for ruining everyone's lives and lastly, he cried for what is to come. Why does it have to be him? "Damn Voldemort and that prophecy," he whispered. Suddenly, Harry felt someone sit down next to him and hugged him. He looked up and saw Ginny Weasley sitting next to him. She was crying too.

A grateful smile danced across Harry's lips and somehow, he felt somewhat happier when Ginny smiled back at him. So they sat like that for quite a while, drawing comfort from each other and crying their hearts out. Then, Ginny asked, "Harry, why were you crying? I've never seen you cry before."

"Isn't it obvious?" he replied.

"Is it about Sirius?" Harry nodded as more tears escaped from him. Ginny began rubbing is back; it seemed to comfort him somewhat so that his shoulders had stopped shaking. Then, out of the blue, he started talking, "He's gone. He's gone now that I need him more than ever. It's like he doesn't really care about me, he just goes away when I need his support and advice. Doesn't that make you wanna pound him to a pulp? But you know what?"

"What?"

"I can't exactly blame him because it's not his fault that he's not here. It's mine…all mine…"

"Shh Harry, you know that that's not true. It's not your fault, it was – "

"No. It really is my fault. I seem to bring rotten luck to everyone I care about…." He took a deep breath, "But he can't leave me now. I need him Ginny; I need him to help me go through this. I can't do it alone. It scares me so much Ginny, the idea of me being the only one to defeat him… I've heard it already and I'm scared."

She couldn't believe what she is seeing. Harry is trashing the Common Room! He is wildly picking up everything within his reach and throwing them against the wall. She felt tears slide down her already wet cheeks; the sight of Harry like this is hurting her. She's never seen him like this before, Harry Potter doesn't cry.

Watching him slide down the wall, Ginny made up her mind and rushed over to him. I am going to help him, no matter what it takes. She sat herself beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They sat like that for a long time. When she felt that he had cried all of his tears, Ginny asked why he was crying. To be quite honest with herself, Ginny was a little bit disappointed when Harry moved from his current position under Ginny's arm and answered her question. She missed his warmth.

After another wave of tears, Ginny listened intently as Harry talked to her. They had not really been that close, she wanted to remember this time as the first time she and Harry to be alone. She was quite shocked by Harry's words; he's blaming himself for everything! "Shh Harry, you know that that's not true. It's not your fault, it was – " but she got cut off. Harry then began explaining how scared he is and how much he needed Sirius' comforting presence right now. She sighed inwardly for she knew that no one could really replace Sirius.

"It scares me so much Ginny, the idea of me being the only one to defeat him… I've heard it already and I'm scared." Harry said. Ginny perked up a little bit. Scared? Harry is never scared? Of course, he gets nervous between Quidditch games, he gets panicky when he starts to face Tom but never scared. What is thins thing that is making Harry so scared? Ginny thought. Clearing her head out of those thoughts, Ginny forced herself to comfort Harry. He really needs someone to talk to; he shouldn't really keep these kinds of things to himself, why doesn't he talk to Hermione and Ron?

Ginny hugged Harry tighter as pity grew inside of her. Minutes passed and her legs had grown numb. She stood up, lifting Harry along with her, "I've figured since my legs have gone numb, yours must be too." She smiled at him and suggested, "Wanna go for a walk?"

Harry stood up with Ginny and it's a good thing that he did though for his legs were killing him. She said, "I've figured since my legs have gone numb, yours must be too." Harry nodded his appreciation but what she said next caught him by surprise. She had asked him if he wanted to walk. With her. Alone. Since everyone's in the Feast. A slight wave of panic rushed over him and he couldn't seem to control his muscles. He just stood there, shocked to the core.

"Uuum…" he said, "I – uh – I don't feel like having a walk right now." He looked away from her and glanced up the boys' staircase. "Actually, I feel tired. I think I'll go to sleep…save that walk with me for next time?" he looked back up at her. Briefly, he thought he saw discontent flicker upon her face but it was gone a second later. It was now replaced by a cheerful smile. Maybe he imagined it.

"Oh, that's ok." She said, "And…uhhm…one walk saved." Harry smiled his biggest smile since Sirius' death and headed for the staircase. He counted his steps, each step describing something good about Ginny and wondering why he never hung out with her. Reaching his room, Harry collapsed on the bed, disturbing his neat covers. A sigh escaped him and echoed around the room. The room sure feels big without anybody else in there with you. Harry navigated his head so he was facing the setting sun, the windowpanes acted like a picture frame, making the scene seem unnatural, but Harry knew that it isn't. The beauty of nature shall never cease to amaze him.

Harry instinctively grasped the necklace that Sirius had given him for Christmas. He felt tears sting his eyes but he was determined not to feel sad anymore. He quickly untied it and pressed the pendant upon his lips. The little guitar grew and grew until it was big enough to hold on his lap.

He began playing, feeling the coldness of the strings under his strumming fingers. The fingers on his left hand began to get a little bit numb from how hard he was pressing to make the chords, he let all of his feelings flow into the tune and vibrated around the room.

Ginny sighed, she didn't know what came over her when she asked Harry for a walk. How could she do that? If they were in a different circumstance, she wouldn't have had the courage to do that. Whatever had made her think that Harry – THE Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who Lived, The Basilisk Slayer and the only person other than Dumbledore fears – would ever see her in that way, let alone go out with her.

But what he had said before leaving sent butterflies to her tummy. He said to save the walk for later, does that mean that he'll give her a chance? Ginny let out a very confused yet contented sigh, she slowly made her way near the window and picked up her pen. She had sneaked it from her dad's garage a few summers ago, it sure beats carrying around an inkbottle and quill all the time.

Before Harry began thrashing the room, Ginny was busy working on a song. At times when she felt that she had no one to talk to, Ginny can always rely for her notebook and pen to listen to her. Anything that she writes on her notebook, no matter how soppy it is or if it doesn't make sense at all, it would never insult her or tease her about it. Not like Tom. It probably helps that the notebook was bought from a Muggle shop.

So she sat there, right now, thinking about what had just occurred. She had never seen Harry act like that before, he looked so…vulnerable, so lonely. Tears escaped from her eyes, this wasn't the Harry that she knew growing up, the tear slid down her cheeks and landed with a soft thump on the paper, making some words run. She hurriedly scribbled that last words and began singing. Music always seem to relax her, she doesn't know why but ever since she heard Harry singing her song, it made her want to make more. Maybe someday Harry would sing some of it with her.

Finishing the song, Ginny sat up straight, brushed the tears from her face and began singing. She started off with a quiet shaky whisper, "Why is that sad look in your eyes? Why are you crying? Tell me now, tell me now, tell me why you are feeling this way…I hate to see you so down, ohh baby. Is it your heart…oooh that's breaking all in pieces? Making you cry…making you feel blue…is there anything I could do?"

As she reached the chorus, Ginny dropped all pretenses of being afraid of getting caught or worse; being over heard by Harry and began singing in her normal voice. "Why don't you tell me where it hurts? Now baby, and I'll do my best to make it better. Yes I'll do my best to make your tears all go away. Just tell me where it hurts, now tell me and I'll love you with a love so tender.

Oh, and if you'll let me stay, I'll love all of the hurt away…"

Ginny looked out of the window, the sun had started to set, making the view of the Hogwart's grounds even more beautiful. She imagined what her walk with Harry would be like. She hoped that he really meant what he said and if it was, she wanted it to be unforgettable. Maybe a walk wondering around the grounds is good, especially if it's anytime during sunset. Ginny's breath caught at the image of her and Harry walking hand in hand towards the sunset. She knew that it'll never happen; she was just a silly girl to him so she quickly recovered and returned to her song.

"Where are all those tears coming from?
Why are they falling?
Somebody, somebody
Somebody left your heart in the cold
You just need somebody to hold on baby
Give me a chance to put back all the pieces
Taking your broken heart
Make it just like new
There's so many thing that I could do…"Why don't you tell me where it hurts? Now baby, and I'll do my best to make it better. Yes I'll do my best to make your tears all go away. Just tell me where it hurts, now tell me and I'll love you with a love so tender.

Oh, and if you'll let me stay, I'll love all of the hurt away…
"Oohhh, gonna take it all away baby
"Is it your heart…oooh that's breaking all in pieces?
Making' you cry
Making you feel blue
Is there anything that I could do?


"Why don't you tell me where it hurts? Now baby, and I'll do my best to make it better. Yes I'll do my best to make your tears all go away. Just tell me where it hurts, now tell me and I'll love you with a love so tender.

Oh, and if you'll let me stay, I'll love all of the hurt away…
'Tell me baby
Tell me
Oooh yeah
Is there anything that I could do babe?
Just tell me where it hurts
Now tell me
And I'll love you with a love so tender
Oh, and if you'll let me stay
I'll love all of the
Hurt away…"

Finishing her song, Ginny pondered over why she had mentioned love, she is, of course, only 14 and is quite too young to be thinking about love. Or is she really? Especially if it's directed at her brother's best friend. She remembered what Hermione said about Muggle soap operas, how it is not good to date your sibling's best friend. It could totally ruin the friendship between Ron and Harry if they should date and Ginny didn't want The Burrow, she can't exactly forbid him to go, Ron would be furious at her…

Ginny shook her head out of her musings. Why is she even thinking about all of this stuff? She and Harry weren't even dating, why is she thinking about what would happen if she broke up with him? Well, her imagination does seem to run away from her every once in a while.

Picking up her stuff, Ginny made her way up to her dormitory before the Common Room fills up with people, it looks like the Feast is going to end soon and to prove her point, a group of First Years entered the room along with other people from upper years.

Feeling quite tired, Harry decided to stop playing his guitar but before he did, he muttered, "Tell me where it hurts…" he didn't know why he had said it, it just felt like he had to. Whenever he played his guitar – music seems to calm him down – he sometime make up new tunes and stuff and usually, he makes up a title for it. It just felt right, after playing that song in the Common Room a few weeks ago.

Sometimes, he would pretend to meet whoever wrote that song and imagined him working together making a new song or basing one on one of his already made tunes. It seemed childish really, making up stories like that just to placate his imagination. But the thought meeting her (he knew it was a girl telling from the handwriting) someday helped him go through unbearable times, like during one of his detentions with Umbridge.

Sighing to himself, it appears that finding that girl was a lost cause, it's nearly the end of the year and he hadn't found her yet. Harry patiently waited for his guitar to shrink back into a pendant again after waving his wand over it. This guitar has doubled its importance to him now that Sirius is gone. Harry reluctantly stood up and began packing, he wanted to sleep as early as possible, maybe even avoid Ron and Hermione before the next morning, and he didn't fancy waking up extra early to pack. He'd rather sleep in and let other people, mainly Ron, rush around the room as he slept.

A/N: If you spot any mistakes, please tell me...I don't have a beta so I proof read my own work. I try my best though and I hope that you won't mind the mistakes. Review please!