Chapter3
Harry Potter had spent the majority of his life saving nd protecting other people. He had sacrificed his childhood, his innocence, and his relationship with his one true love. He had been in love with Ginny Weasley for many years now, since the Department of Mysteries, to be exact. She was so strong, so vibrant in battle. But, that made it difficut for Harry, because he loved her, she meant more to him than anyone else out there, and that wasn't fair to the millions of people counting on him to save them. A nagging voice in his head kept telling him that it was a little less fair for the weight of the world to be put on the shoulders of one man, and he was barely even that. He should be able to have a life too. He always pushed this thought aside. He wasn't born to live, or to love. Harry Potter was born to die for the world. He had figured it out long ago. He kept saying that he would find the sixth Horcrux and destroy it just like the others, but that was a lie. He knew exactly where to find it, and this one would be nothing like the others. This one would be suicide. It made perfect sense, his dreams, his scar hurting when Voldemort was especially active. It was a brilliant defense, putting a part of yourself in your arch nemesis. With every Horcrux he destroyed, he felt the bit of Voldemort's soul expand. He was going to have to kill himself and Voldemort at the same time. He would never marry Ginny, have children, do the things he longed to do. But, as a line in a Muggle movie once pointed out, some people aren't worker bees, some people are renegade killer bees. That was something he and Voldemort had in common. Both of them were born to kill, and born to die. It was just who they were, not that Voldemort was right in killing innocent people, he chose to be evil, but if he hadn't gone to the dark side, he might have been the best Auror ever to come out of Great Britain. Instead, he was hiding, hiding from a kid. He remembered a conversation he and Dumbledore had once had. He had explained to Harry that Tom Riddle had been not only his greatest enemy, but his biggest regret. He was one of the most talented students to ever enter Hogwarts, besides being the most evil. Dumbledore had been sure that he could change him, that all he really needed was a father figure, but he had been wrong.
"Harry...I think we should talk..." Colin Creevey was standing in the doorway, looking very upset about something. "Ginny tried to kill herself again. Fred caught her this time. I put a surveillance charm on her, to make sure she didn't try anything. Harry, I think you should be together, she isn't safe with herself without you. Harry, you know that I'm in love with Ginny too, but I'm man enough to step aside to see her happy. She hasn't smiled since you broke it off with her. This is the third time she's tried it, and next time she might succeed. She loves you so much, Harry. Please...just give her a reason to live." Harry buried his face in his hands. Colin was right.
"Alright. I'll go talk to her now." Harry said, turning on his heel and walking toward the fireplace in the parlor of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He threw a handful of Floo Powder into the meager flames. He hadn't bothered to try to keep the old place up, it would be vacant again soon, anyway. He took a deep breath and said, "The Burrow" in his low, gruff voice.
He landed with a thud in the Weasleys' fireplace. Once the cloud of dust cleared, he could make out the form of Ginny Weasley. She looked thinner than he'd ever seen her, and she had dark circles around her once vibrant blue-green eyes. Her cheeks were stained with tears. His heart broke with the realization of the damage he had done. She had once been one of the strongest people Harry had ever met, but this waif in front of him was only a mere shadow of what he remembered. He held out his hand and said as gently and steadily as possible, "Ginny, sweetheart, come with me, we need to talk about something."
