Last time on Harry and Ginny Love Story

Harry didn't know where he was heading, he just knew he had to be away from his world for a while. Just then, some one sat down on a bench nearby Harry. It was a young woman with long, flaming red hair. "Ginny?" She didn't say a word. He went to sit next to her. She pushed him away gently. "Ginny, why aren't you talking to me?" No reply. After a few minutes of trying to talk to Ginny, Harry began walking away. Then,

"Harry, wait!" She got up and raced towards him.

"Ginny? Why didn't you talk to me?"

"Because, I-"

"Ginny!"

"What?"

"Get to your point already!"

"Ok! But you're not going to like it…" She sighed. "Come here." They sat down at a nearby bench.

"I was looking for you, okay?" She started.

"But-"

"No interruptions. Please." She looked him in the eye. They both stared intently into each other's eyes for a moment before Ginny continued.

"Remember the end of your sixth year? When we broke up? Just nod or shake your head."

He nodded.

She took a deep breath.

"Well, Ron told me about the promise you made to him…" Harry went stiff. "Oh, no, I'm not mad, but, Ron, er, made me, er… Harry, it's complicated!" Ginny finished.

"Ginny." He wanted to touch her hand, to tell her it was alright, but his promise to Ron began to ring in his ears. "Ginny. I, you, I mean, tell me. It's alright."

"No Harry, it's not, it's- Harry, you'll get mad at me!"

"I won't. And if I do, just make me do something that I'll regret."

"Fine. Well, the thing is…"

Now on with the story…


"Ginny, get over here!" some one yelled.

"Ron?" Ginny sounded slightly annoyed, but slightly grateful.

"Yes, you were supposed to be home hours ago, and looking for Har-Harry!" Ron finally realized that Harry was there, on the bench, next to his sister.

"Where, um, how did you two meet here? Today?" Harry could tell Ron was trying to be as polite as possible.

"I was walking here and saw Ginny on the bench and-"

"That's great. Well, um, mate can I-er, can I talk to you alone for a moment?" Ron finished.

"Sure."

"We'll be right back, Ginny."


Ron led Harry over to a tree a few feet away. Harry knew what was coming.

"Harr-!" Ron began, raising his voice.

"Ron, I know I'm not supposed to be involved with Ginny! We were having a friendly conversation, and-"

"Harry! I don't want you near her! She's my sister, and if that means not being friendly towards her, then-!"

"What are you-are you really- are you saying I can't be at least friends with Ginny?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was trying to say, and nothing will change my mi-"

"Why not? Why can't I be friends with her?"

"Because she's my siste-"

"I know she's your sister, but why else?"

"You know about that promise we made, right?"

"Of course, but-"

"I said something like 'You hurt her last time and I can't let that happen again!'. Remember?"

"Yes, but Ron-"

"And I meant that, Harry! I will not let you hurt her again, so the only way is to separate you two again. Got it?"

"Fine! I won't be friends with Ginny! Happy now?"

Ron smiled. "Very." He began to walk back towards Ginny. "Oh, and Ginny already has a new boyfriend."


Harry knew what he needed to do was right. He had to get away from The Weasley's, all of them. He couldn't be near Ginny, so he tried not to care about her. Hermione had left when they came back from the walk, so he couldn't include tell anything to her. George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill, he would send them his thanks. Ron, he had no idea how mad he was at him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they had raised him like their own and he felt grateful. Those two he would miss the most. And with the death of Fred, he couldn't bear that anymore, either. He read his letter over and over again. And here's what it said:

To The Weasley's-

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I have to get away for a time. Ginny… I'm sorry we can't be friends anymore. George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill, thank you for everything from joke shops to believing in the Minister, dragon studying to having werewolf characteristics. Ron…Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I will miss you the most. You have treated me like family and I feel grateful for that. Thank you and live well. I may not come back for a while. You'll just have to wait and see.

Harry

He left the letter on his bedside table. Harry took one final look around. He mounted on his Firebolt and set off out of the open window, leaving The Burrow. Harry knew he was not coming back to The Burrow for over a month, but what he didn't know was that The Weasley's were all watching him fly away on his Firebolt, all of them wanting to punish Ron so much that he would regret it. Ron himself even felt the same way.


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