A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been a bit too busy to type this up. Well, here's the next chapter;

Harry couldn't remember what happened next. He'd been told after they caught him again, and they performed Dumbledore's spell to get rid of Voldemort's soul.

It didn't work, though, and Harry felt it simmering away, just beneath the surface of his mind.

Harry suddenly got tired of walking, so he Apparated to his destination – the Burrow. He knew that's where Ginny would be, and he needed to see her. He felt an ache inside, caused by Ginny's absence.

"Ginny!" Harry called, standing below her old window, from when she used to live here. "It's me, Harry!"

No answer.

"I'm sorry Ginny! I really am so, so sorry," Harry said. "I just wasn't myself…"

He glimpsed a flash of red hair, and then Ginny stuck her head out the window. Harry nearly sank to his knees with relief.

"Ginny!" he cried.

"Leave, Harry!" Ginny yelled. "Go away as far as you can!"

"But..." Harry felt dumbstruck for a moment. "I love you! Please don't send me away, you're all I have left…"

"Just go away! I never want to see you again!" Ginny yelled, then pulled her head back in. she sank to her knees and started crying. Harry was the only one she had ever truly loved, but she couldn't stay with him, not when Voldemort was inside him.

Harry felt worse than ever. He felt like he couldn't go on. Ginny was his life, and without her he was nothing. He would be gone, he decided sadly, gone forever, so that no one would have to suffer his presence again.

Ginny walked out of the room, tears falling down her face. They had to separate. She just couldn't stay with him.

No matter how much that broke her heart.

Harry Apparated straight to some cliffs that he had once visited with Ginny. He stumbled to the edge, then without a second thought, threw himself over the edge, hoping to end all the trouble. But Voldemort seemed one step ahead of him. Before he even reached three quarters of the way down, He was Apparated back to the top.

He knew that it was all Voldemort messing with him, to try and get him to give in, but for Ginny's sake, he couldn't.

With a cry, he wrenched himself over the cliff again.

A/N: sorry if my story's bad, this is my first and maybe my last angst story. I don't think I'm very good at it, but if you do and would like me to write more, a review wouldn't go the wrong way… please?