A/N: This chapter is obviously a direct continuation of the last chapter; I just didn't want to make it too long so now on with the story.

As Harry stood there and watched Ginny walk away he noticed that for the first time since he had met her she looked broken. He had never truly seen her look so vulnerable. That had not been his intention. He wasn't totally sure what his intention was but it was not to break Ginny's spirit. He heard Ginny go down the stairs. When she reached the bottom Harry heard Ginny ask Tom to use the fireplace. Tom obviously obliged the young lady. After a few seconds all that was heard was the whoosh of the downstairs fireplace. Once Ginny was gone Harry went back into his room. He sat back down in his armchair once again. He thought for a second about going back to his book but he knew his mind was not going to be in it so he simply decided to just think about what had happened.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation there was a knock at the door. Harry was surprised. He called out "Who's there?" Tom's voice boomed immediately "It's Tom!" Harry noticed that Tom sounded very mad. Harry stood and walked over to the door and opened it. Tom came stomping and stood there waiting for Harry to close the door. When Harry finally did close the door Tom immediately put a silencing charm on the door. Harry knew he was in trouble. Tom began to yell " MR. POTTER, YOU AND YOUR LITTLE ESCAPADE JUST COST ME MY WHOLE LUNCH CROWD. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON UP HERE?" Harry was surprised at the bluntness of the owner of the pub. Harry stood silently for a second then gathered his thoughts to explain to Tom what had happened. " Tom I'm very sorry I just ended up having a rather heated discussion but I can't do magic away from school so I couldn't keep things quiet. Tom just nodded remembering that Harry was not yet of age. He looked quite sorry that he had actually yelled at Harry. Harry then continued, " I'll be more than willing to pay for your lost business, how much do you usually make during lunch time?" Tom stood silent for some time and Harry could see that he was calculating in his head. Tom finally spoke " Well considering that every table was full I'd say I would have made about five hundred Galleons give or take a few." Harry did not say anything but walked over to his trunk and removed a small piece of parchment he then walked to the desk and quickly scribbled something on the paper. When he was done he picked up the paper and walked back over to Tom. " Sorry about that, take this to Gringotts and they will reimburse you." Tom looked shocked; he then looked down at the parchment it read,

To whom it may concern,

Please deduct six hundred Galleons from my account, and pay them to Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

Thank You,

Harry J. Potter

Tom was dumbstruck. Before Tom could say anything Harry cut him off. " I hope this covers it, if you like I can find somewhere else to stay. I didn't mean to cause any trouble." Harry stood silently waiting for Tom to answer. Tom finally spoke up, " No Mr. Potter you don't have to leave, and I'm sorry I yelled at you I was just mad at having my pub empty in less than five minutes. You are more than welcome to stay. Also you gave me too much money, I'll start you a tab, you can pay off the extra money in room charges or lunches or how ever you choose to use it." Harry barely let Tom finish his sentence when he began, " No Tom the extra money is for the inconvenience of having an empty pub!" Tom knew he would not win an argument against Harry so he just thanked Harry repeatedly and removed the silencing charm from the door and went to leave. Before he left Tom turned and addressed Harry once more, " If there is any thing else I can help you with let me know" He then bowed and left the room, closing the door as he went.

Harry was once again alone. He turned and looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace in his room. It was a little after two in the afternoon. For some reason Harry was tired so he decided to have a nap. After only a few minutes in bed Harry was out cold. Who knew that fighting with someone could use so much energy. Harry's nap for some unknown reason was dreamless and Harry woke a few hours later. As he searched the bed for his glasses he found them twisted in his blanket. This occurrence was not that unusual to Harry he had fallen asleep with his glasses on plenty of times. As he put his glasses on his face he looked towards the clock on the mantle once again. It was almost five. That would explain why Harry was so hungry. Harry walked towards the door to head down to the pub for dinner. As he walked down the stairs he could hear that Tom had once again gathered a crowd in his pub. When Harry reached the bottom of the stairs he looked around he found himself an empty table in one of the corners. Harry walked over and sat down and began to wait for Tom to come over and take his dinner order. After some time Tom came up and stood on the opposite side of the table from where Harry sat " What can I get you for dinner Harry?" Harry wondered for a second then answered " Well, I think I would like some fried chicken, with some chips and if you have any I would like a muggle soda" Tom nodded as Harry recited his order when Harry had finished Tom asked " Gravy for your chips?" Harry nodded agreement. Tom bustled off to give the order to his cook in the kitchen. A minute or two later Tom returned with a large bottle of soda for Harry. "Here you go Harry, this is from my own stash, and I'm quite fond of muggle soda. Also this came for you" Tom held out his hand to reveal two letters on a small tray. Harry took the tray and placed it on the table. " Thank you Tom" The barkeep hustled away and went to tend to other customers.

After a few minutes Harry's curiosity got the best of him, he picked up the first of two of the letters and looked at it. It was from Ron and Hermione. He decided to wait until later to read that one. He then picked up the second letter and turned it over. It was from Ginny. Harry was surprised that she had written him after this afternoon. Harry placed that letter with the first and decided to wait to read that one as well. Harry picked up his glass and began to sip his soda while waiting for his meal to come. After about half of his soda was gone Tom came up with a plate full of food and placed it in front of Harry. Harry ate quickly but made sure he took enough time to enjoy the delicious meal. When Harry had finished his meal he stood and picked up his letters and put them in his pocket. He then picked up his glass and the soda bottle in one hand and headed for the stairs. As he got to the base of the stairs he held up the glass and bottle so that Tom could see, he then waved and went up the stairs to his room. When he got there he put the bottle and glass on the table in the room and went to start a fire. It took Harry sometime to make a fire without magic but after about fifteen minutes a fire crackled in the grate giving the room a warm glow. Harry stood there for a moment or two simply watching the fire. All of a sudden there was a small tap at the window. He looked over and saw his owl Hedwig sitting on the windowsill waiting for him to come and open the window. Harry slowly walked over and opened the window. Hedwig flew in and landed on Harry's shoulder and dropped a letter into Harry's hand. Harry held the letter in one hand and reached up with the other and began to pet his owl. She affectionately nibbled at his finger and hooted lightly. Harry smiled " Thanks girl, you did a good job!" After a few more moments Hedwig hooted once more and flew over to the perch in the corner to sleep for a while. Harry turned over the letter to see whom it had come from.

In a small fine hand was written, M. McGonnogal, Hogwarts temporary Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry smiled. He did not expect a response so quickly. He put the letter down on the table, removed the other two letters from his pocket and placed them both on top of the one from his former professor. He sat in his chair and poured himself another glass of soda. He then picked up his letters trying to decide which one to read first. He decided to read the one from Ron and Hermione first. Harry broke the seal and opened the letter. He noticed the handwriting immediately, it was Hermione's. Thank god thought Harry because Ron's writing was terrible to try and read. Harry then began to read.

Dear Harry,

We know it's only been one day but we wanted to see how you were. What happened today? Ginny left in a good mood this afternoon but came home very upset. Is there anything we can do to help? By the way, Ron says if you don't stop making Ginny upset he's gonna come and beat on you, but don't worry I'll straighten him out. Gotta go for a bit, I'll finish later…. I'm Back. I just went to talk to Ginny she told me you guys had a fight but she won't tell me what about. You're gonna explain next time I see you. Take care of yourself and I'll see you soon.

Love

Hermione(and Ron)

Harry sat for a second and thought about what was written on the page. After a few minutes Harry rose and went over to his desk and sat down. Once he was comfortable he picked up a piece of parchment from the corner of the desk, placed it in front of himself. He picked up his quill and dipped it in his inkbottle and began to write.

Hermione & Ron,

Hello, yes I'm fine I spent yesterday settling in but today was okay. Except for the Fight with Ginny and I'm not telling you what we fought about either because it's my business. Don't worry we're gonna solve the problem tomorrow.

Gotta go

Love

Harry

Harry then moved back to his chair. As he sat he look up at the clock on the mantle once more. It was now nine o'clock. Harry could not sit still so he once again rose and began to pace around his room. After about half an hour Harry had managed to gather himself enough to sit down and read another letter. He picked up the second letter. Ginny's letter. As he picked it up to open it he got a very faint smell from the letter. Harry thought, " Ginny must have scented paper" but for some reason Harry loved the smell. His mind began to wander off. Harry was trying to think what the paper smelled like. After forty-five minutes it struck Harry like a ton of bricks, it smelled almost exactly like Ginny. Upon realizing what the letter smelled like he put the letter to his nose and took a big sniff. Harry loved that smell. If you asked him he could not tell you why but it was great to him. He turned over the envelope and opened it. On the back Ginny had written " Hey silly you're reading the wrong side turn it over" Harry laughed out loud at this. He then did as he was instructed and turned it over and opened the letter. It wasn't all that long but Harry knew Ginny like to get right to the point so he read…

Dear Harry,

I know that I just saw you this afternoon, and when I left we were in a very strange place but I wanted to write and apologize. Yes I do know why you ended our relationship but that doesn't make it any easier." As Harry finished the first little bit of the letter the nice smell he had smelled when he first opened the letter came to him again, causing his mind to wander from the task of reading this letter. He began to think of the time he had spent with Ginny. After awhile his mind came back and he began to read again. " I know that somewhere deep inside you at least have some feelings left for me. But actually I wanted to write and apologize for making a scene and I'll talk to you tomorrow"

Love always

Ginny

As Harry finished reading the letter his mind began to race. He knew that he did indeed still love Ginny but it was hard for Harry to comprehend how exactly he could have what he wanted but also do the right thing and keep her safe. He pondered this thought for quite some time, as he thought he paced around his room. Then suddenly his train of thought shifted slightly as he remembered what she had said to him the day of the funeral "What if I don't care if I'm in danger?" Harry wondered if he should ask Ginny about that one tomorrow, after another couple of hours he decided he probably would, he still wasn't quite sure. Harry stopped for a moment and looked up at the clock. It was almost three in the morning. It was very late and Harry did not feel like reading his last letter tonight, so he decided to go to bed. He got into a pair of pajama pants and hopped into bed. He took his Glasses off and set them on the nightstand. As Harry lay in bed he could not sleep, every time he tried he ran over the events of earlier that day and the letters he had received. He tossed and turned but still couldn't sleep. Finally as the sun began to rise Harry drifted off. Once asleep his dreams began to replay the events of the day. He did not sleep well.