Disclaimer: Honestly, do I really need to put up one of these? I'm not J.K. Rowling. Although it would be hilarious if she made a fanfiction account. Haha, that would be awesome, just to write fanfics for her own books anonymously and see how people like them! Unfortunately, I can't do that. Because I'm still not J.K. Rowling. Woo.

Onward!

They sat next to a shining lake, the cool morning air sweeping upon them in a delicate breeze. It was peaceful, and Harry gazed out at the never-changing landscape. He turned to Ginny, and softly their lips met. Their kiss seemed to last forever. When they pulled apart, Harry noticed something. A striking diamond ring rested on Ginny's finger. Harry smiled. An engagement ring. Wait, he thought, he hadn't given her any engagement ring… Ginny looked at him uncomfortably. He glanced up to see none other than his cousin, Dudley, smiling at Ginny. She stood up and walked over to him, gazing at him in a way that was altogether sickening. Dudley and Ginny engaged? There was no way… no… that wasn't possible…

And it wasn't. Harry woke with a start, breathing heavily. That had been the strangest dream yet. At least the dreams of Voldemort had been somewhat useful, he thought, thoroughly annoyed. When he got out of bed, though, he laughed at himself.

Ron was still asleep, and Harry walked out of the room, past Luna's present and downstairs. Her present had been the giant Gryffindor lion she'd made during her fifth year, and although it was an excellent piece of magic, someone constantly bewitched it to roar whenever Harry was asleep. Somehow he suspected George, and although he undid the charm, he kept it outside of Ron's room just in case and had Hermione create a Soundproofing Charm on the door.

Mrs. Weasley was already downstairs, and George was eating breakfast. He had just re-opened Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, but he still lived at the Burrow, not ready to go back to the loft he and Fred had shared.

"Good morning, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley brightly, in a way that almost sounded fake. "We'll all be going to Diagon Alley today. Why don't you join us?"

"Yeah—that'd be fine."

George, apparently having finished his breakfast, stood up and started towards the door. "I'm going in to the shop early," he explained to Harry, "But I'll be there whenever you lot drop by." He then walked out the door, and Harry could hear the muffled crack from George disapparating.

The morning air was cool, and Harry walked outside, down closer to the village. He felt oddly uneasy striding down the Muggle sidewalks.

"Harry?"

He turned around quickly, only to find Ginny behind him. The teenagers walked for a while in silence, neither feeling the need to say anything. They just took in the scenery and enjoyed each other's company. After a while, Harry took hold of Ginny's hand, and she clutched on to his tightly. She kept her expression rigid and stared at the ground. It wasn't unusual—she had become gradually more distant each passing day. It had Harry worried, however.

The clouds above their heads were weighted with their heavy load, and within seconds the rain began to pour. Harry quickly transfigured an umbrella, but for Ginny this had apparently been the breaking point. She couldn't ignore her emotions anymore, or pretend that Fred's death hadn't changed her. Rare tears silently slid down her cheeks, mimicking the rain cascading down around them. Harry pulled her close to him, and she noiselessly cried into his robes. Harry had rarely seen her cry. Maybe she had after he'd left. He wasn't sure. All he knew now was that Ginny needed him more than he'd ever realized.

For ages they stood there together, soundlessly weeping for the people they'd loved and lost. His thoughts wandered to what Dumbledore had said to him in King's Cross, in the midpoint, he supposed, between life and death.

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart."

Some souls were already maimed. Ginny's family had been torn apart, and nothing could stop him from feeling guilty. But as they stood together in the safe haven under his umbrella, he promised himself that he would try to heal the people he loved. He would live his life to the fullest for the people who hadn't been able to, and he wanted Ginny with him each step of the way.

"I love you, Ginny," he whispered.

"I know," she replied, eyes shining with tears, and she kissed him softly, not wanting to ever let go.

A/N: Lol. I am very truly sorry for stealing the line from Star Wars. Nah, not really. I just couldn't resist. Tee hee. I just kept playing that scene over and over in my head, with all the dramatic music and everything, with Han being all "I know,", and then the storm troopers dragging him away….lol….I couldn't resist…. I'm still laughing. I'm so weird.

Yeah, I have no idea what Harry's dream was about… I had this whole fluffy-sappy romance dream sequence going, but then I just had my wickedly evil idea to screw it all up… again, couldn't resist. It's so much fun to mess with fictional characters…

Once more, fanfiction is teaching me new things about myself. It was odd enough to figure out I have the attention span to write 5 whole pages on MS word, but now I have the ability to write sappy romance scenes? Well, it wasn't too sappy, the effort would probably have killed me. But I tried, which is strange in itself.

Sorry, this one turned out ridiculously short, but I don't think I've got it in me at the moment to continue. Partially because every five minutes I practically hyperventilate because I'm so excited about Season 3 of Avatar. Like, it practically gives me a panic attack I'm so excited… what on earth is wrong with me?! Other than the usual, of course. Updates will also depend on how much homework I get this week… lol… And I may be freaking out for the entire weekend over the Season premiere. Seriously, this is weird. I don't think I've ever been to this level of fangirl insanity. It's freaking me out even more…

Next chapter will be Diagon Alley, and I've had this one in my head for a while so I think it'll be longer and take less time to get up.

Finally, I'd like to thank my two reviewers- Autumn Skys and Dueler 312. You are my sunshine. Or something like that. Not that I don't love those of you who faved/ alerted it. But I do like reviews. Okay, now I seriously need to end this A/N before it gets longer than the chapter itself!