Forget Me Not

See disclaimer in chapter one.

Chapter 3 Back home from California

Harry's adventures in California were truly mind-blowing. Everything Billy had told him about California girls was spot-on. The three young girls on the beach that first night were beyond his wildest sexual imagination. His times with Barina, Nina, and other girls he meet there were truly mind-blowing sexual experiences. And Anji, remembering her brought a tear to his eye. A fantastically beautiful little girl. How he wished he could have brought her back with him. But alas, that was not to be. Did his time in California help him to forget Ginny? He didn't know. Only time will tell.

But that was to quickly change.

When Harry arrived home from California, there was a note from Hermione waiting for him in his flat.

Dear Harry,

I am writing this to you because things have happened here in your absence. Disturbing things involving Ginny. When she learned that you were not going to spend the holidays at the Burrow, she went spastic, completely out of control. She spent the next three days crying her heart out. She locked herself in her room, and refused to come out to eat or join the family .

The next day, she disappeared. One of her friends said that they saw he on a street in downtown London We searched for her for hours until we found her, drunk and disheveled in a room above a tavern in one of the worst sections of London. We finally got her cleaned up and sober, and brought her back to the Burrow.

She still refuses to talk to anyone. She stayed in her room through Christmas, refusing to join the family for Christmas dinner. She has not opened any of her presents. But we found in her pocket a gold pendent that you had apparently intended to give her for Christmas. We do not know the significance of it, but that was what set her off. We also found a small box and Christmas wrappings under her bed. My guess is that she found the gift opened it just before she disappeared.

We desperately need your help Harry. Ginny needs you. I don't know exactly what went on between the two of you, but I beg you, whatever it was, please let it be in the past. Ginny is home now. Her parents had her evaluated at St. Mungo's. She is alright physically, but mentally she is a mess. She is still not talking to anyone, and is refusing to eat. At the healers advise, she is under a suicide watch.

Please call me as soon as you get in. Please. This is really bad. Ginny needs help, and you are the only one who can help her. Please.

Hermione.

Harry was in shock. His Ginny, in trouble. He was trembling. California was quickly forgotten. He had to do something fast. Talk to Hermione first, he thought. Picking up the phone, he called her.

"Hermione, I just got in and read your letter. What do you need me to do?"

"Go to her, Harry. Go now. Don't be mad at her. Talk to her. Try to get her to talk. Please be gentle with her, Harry. I know your hair-trigger emotions. Keep yourself under control until we know what set all this off."

"Hermione, you know that I still love her. I will do anything and everything to help her. I'll leave immediately, and I will keep in touch. Call you later. Bye."

Harry used the loo and within minutes set out for the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley met him at the door and gave him a cool reception. "Harry, I know you mean well, but if you hurt her again, there will be hell to pay."

"I didn't hurt her Mrs. Weasley. I don't know what is wrong with her. I have to talk to her now. Where is she?"

"In her room Harry."

Harry bounded up the stairs to Ginny's room. He knocked on her door. "Ginny, Ginny, it's me, Harry. May I come in."

No answer. He tried again. Still no answer. He tried the door. It was not locked, so he entered. Ginny was laying on her side in a fetal position. She was sobbing softly, her breathing labored. Harry went to her and sat down next to her on the bed. He brushed his fingers through her hair and massaged her shoulders. Slowly, she started to relax.

"Talk to me Gin. Please talk to me."

Without moving, she spoke in a quiet shaky voice. "Why should I talk to you Harry. I know you hate me now, after what I did to you."

"Gin, you need to talk to someone. I'm here now. I won't ever leave you, Gin. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I love you too much to hate you."

"You don't really love me Harry. Your just saying that to get me to talk. Well it won't work, so just leave me alone."

"No Gin. I will not leave you alone. You'll have to do better than that to get rid of me."

"So cheating on you wasn't enough? Flaunting my indiscretions in front of you and all your friends wasn't enough?"

She rolled over now and faced Harry. Her eyes were red and still streaming tears down her cheeks. "If that wasn't enough, then how about this. I'm a whore Harry. A filthy bloody whore. I deliberately got drunk in a bar, and offered my pussy to every one there. Ask Hermione, she found me."

Harry was lost now. He hadn't known about this. Is it real, or is she just imagining it.

"Gin, when was the last time you had something to eat?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. I want to die. It would serve me right to up and die."

"I won't let that happen, Gin. I can't lose you. I won't lose you. If I have to lock you up and force feed you, I'll do it."

"Well maybe you should have done that a long time ago Harry, before I started to hate you for leaving me. Before I decided to stupidly try to hurt you. Before I stupidly tried to hurt myself. Before I stupidly tried to hate myself. It's gone too far, Harry. I've gone to far. I'm not worth bothering with. Don't waste anymore of your time on me Harry. I'll only hurt you again."

Harry was really upset and confused now. He really didn't know what to do. Remembering Hermione's words, He just started to talk to her.

"Gin, I will try and help you if it takes the rest of my life. I mean that Gin. For the rest of my life I will be with you one way or another. To hold you. To calm you. To comfort you. To help you in any way I can. I love you Gin. I know that you don't believe that, but I truly do love you. And I hope with all my heart that somewhere in you there is a spark of the love that you once felt for me."

"Talk to me Gin. What triggered this? What did I do that sent you over the edge like this?

Do you even know?"

Ginny was again crying hysterically. Harry laid next to her and cradled her in his arms. He kept whispering to her, "I love you Gin. With all my heart, I love you. Please be ok. I can't lose you now. I won't lose you now. I won't let it happen. You are everything to me, Gin. You are everything I hope for, everything I dream of. Please Gin, be ok. Please.

Harry's eyes were closed, and he didn't see her hand reach over to touch his face. He jumped when he felt her fingers on his cheek. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers. Then he placed her hand back on his cheek. She was looking into his eyes now. A deep soulful stare, as if she was looking into his very soul. She continued to touch his face, his cheeks, his lips, is scar.

"What are you thinking, Gin," he asked softly.

"I'm trying to understand how you can still love me after all that I've done to you."

"Well, maybe I deserved it, Gin. Maybe all this is really my fault for leaving you in the first place. It broke me in pieces to do that, but I know that from my perspective, it was the right thing to do. Right or wrong, if you had died because of me, I would have died too."

"Harry, take me home."

Harry was confused by this. "You are home Gin."

"No, Harry. I mean to your home, our home."

Our home, Harry thought. She called it our home. Maybe there is hope.

"Ok, but only if you promise to eat something first."

"You could order take away. You know I love Chinese."

"Gin, I could stay with you here, if you let me."

"No. Harry, I want to be with you alone. I want to feel your body next to me."

"You promise to talk to me? To tell me everything?"

"Yes Harry. I promise, under one condition. You have to promise me that you will still love me."

"Gin, I promise to love you unconditionally, no matter what."

"Thank you Harry."

"Gin, you have to tell me something also, and you have to be absolutely truthful. Do you still love me?"

"Harry, I have loved you forever, and I have never stopped loving you."

"Ok, then. Pack a bag. I am going to tell your mother that I am taking you home, and she can't stop me. I'll be back in a flash. Be Ready."

End chapter three