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Chapter 4.

Harry laughed loudly, a laugh he hardly recognised because it hadn't been used in so long. He laughed until Luna looked at his strangely, as if he was the mad one. He laughed for all the jokes and funny things he'd hear when he hadn't laughed. He laughed because in one line, his friends had made him feel better than he had done in weeks. Striding forwards he hugged Luna.

"You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" Harry exclaimed to the blonde woman.

"I'm happy to see you too, though surprised you called. I almost didn't get a magical phone, what with the Gerbang conspiracy behind them." Luna said, her ever present beaming smile firmly in place.

"I'm sorry, the what?" Harry asked.

"Well it's been widely speculated that Edwin Gerband actually invented the magical phone instead of George." Luna babbled.

Widely speculated by who exactly Harry didn't know, all he knew was that if anyone could help him, Luna could. "I was wondering if I could ask you something."

"Of course, though I've been known to give strange answers according to some." Luna shrugged.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." Harry laughed, walking over to the bench and sitting down, "It's like I'm lost...I don't recognise myself anymore and I'm not the person that people should have sacrificed themselves for. It's like I'm as bitter as Sirius, I loved Sirius but I never wanted to become him." Harry told Luna, "Only I haven't been locked away with dementors for twelve years."

"No, you've been trapped within yourself, which in many ways is much worse." Luna told him as she sat down next to Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry looked curiously at Luna.

"Dementors replay your worst memories but trapped within your own self-doubt and self loathing, it's like all you regrets, all your sins, everything you feel guilty about. It's trapped within you and you've done nothing but be trapped along in them. Though I do have one question." Luna told him.

"What?" Harry asked, looking at Luna curiously.

"Why, if you love Ginny, have you been sat doing nothing about it for nine months?"

"What?" Harry asked, stumped.

"All you've been doing is showing Ginny the reasons she broke up with you, the cold, bitter, half dead side that lives in regret, guilt and fear. Not the fun loving, full of life Harry she fell in love with."

"I think she killed it, that night." Harry murmured.

"No part of your soul has been killed since Voldemort fell." Luna insisted.

"So you're basically telling me to show Ginny what she's missing?" Harry asked.

"Why not?" Luna's eyes twinkled.

...

"Ginny wake up!" Holly yelled, shaking Ginny urgently for what seemed the hundredth time that night, "GINNY!"

"What?!" Ginny shot upright in bed, looking curiously at Holly who was looking at her with scared eyes. Ginny also noticed how she was drenched in sweat and she fell back on the pillows, her nightmare replaying in her head.

"You were screaming and I couldn't wake you for ages, I got really worried, and then you started thrashing around, screaming and..." Holly trailed off.

"Shit." Ginny mumbled, "I forgot to set the silencing charms."

"How often do these happen? How can I not know this? I live with you." Holly looked baffled and hurt at the same time.

"Once, maybe twice a week, they've gotten worse since..." Ginny looked at Holly and took the glass of the side and filled it with water from her wand.

"Since you and Harry broke up." Holly finished, "Isn't that sort of a sign that maybe you should at least talk to him again. I mean you saw his at the match today...wait yesterday, he looked like a ghost and it's obvious he misses you."

"I can't, as much as I miss him, I can't." Ginny groaned and downed the rest of her water.

"Why not, what happened?" Holly asked.

"He hates me." Ginny muttered, "And he broke my heart."

"You can't love someone like he loved you and the hate them, it's impossible, he only thinks he hates you and he's the only one who can fix it." Holly sat down on Ginny's bed and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"And that's so much better, I act like I'm ok, but god, I'm not." Ginny filled the glass up again and drank.

"What was the nightmare about?" Holly asked before faltering, "You don't have to tell me, though it might help."

"My seventh year was a living hell for me. Death eaters at Hogwarts and they knew Harry and I dated so they targeted me. Most of the time Snape would intervene before they went too far, before the torture turned to heavy, while it was just students practicing the cruciatus curse on us but sometimes, when it was just the Carrows they'd let loose." Ginny shuddered, "Alecto, the male, once tried to...rape me, something about if Harry heard about his precious Weaslette being violated he would have come running back, it was near the Easter holidays but Neville burst in and stunned him. He didn't try again before the end of term and I didn't go back."

"Oh my god." Holly breathed, not believing what she was hearing.

"I didn't tell anyone, begged Neville not too and only told Harry a few months after the battle. He was half way out the door and on his way to Azkaban to rip Carrow's head of before I had to body bind him to stop." Ginny laughed slightly at the memory.

"Why?" Holly asked, "Why not let him kill the son of a bitch?"

"Harry's never killed purposely, and I knew if he went and murdered Carrow, even if it was to defend my honour or something it would break his soul. It was also my own battle that I had dealt with, or at least I thought I'd dealt with." Ginny sighed.

"I don't understand why you broke up..." Holly muttered standing up, "Get some sleep Gin, you played great today."

"Thanks...for everything and I think you kicked some arse out there today too." Ginny grinned.

Holly left the room and left Ginny with her thoughts, remembering the night where everything seemed to change.

...

Harry sat on his sofa, worried about Ginny, twisting his hands nervously. She'd said she'd be back at elevenish, it was now half four. He'd left her a few messages but she hadn't called him back yet and he was starting to worry, there were plenty of people who wanted to hurt him and Ginny was the person they'd target, not to mention all of her crazy fans. For all he knew one had kidnapped her to fulfil his own screwed up fantasies. five and a half hours late, where was she? Harry heard the key turn in the lock and shot up into the entrance way to see Ginny, being cautiously quiet as she walked in.

"Harry!" She looked alarmed to see him, expecting him to have turned in by now.

"Where've you been? I've been worried, I tried to call!" Harry fretted.

"My phone was off, I was out with the girls like I said I would be." Ginny told him, not understanding what he was fretting about.

"You could have called to tell me you'd be late!" Harry shot back.

"I figured you'd just turn in." Ginny shot back, "Sorry, I didn't realise I was dating my father!"

"I'm sorry I actually care!" Harry yelled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked, temper flaring.

"I never see you! You're never here!" Harry bellowed.

"I'm not starting this again," Ginny whispered, "I'm tired."

"I would be too if I'd been partying all night." Harry bit coldly.

"I didn't mean that! I mean I'm tired of this goddamn argument!" Ginny yelled.

"Well maybe you should do something about it then!" Harry told her, the fire in his eyes meeting the fire in hers.

"I'm 18 years old, trying to deal with three year contracts, endorsement deals, magazine articles, interviews, press stories, difficult quidditch plays, getting respect for someone other than Potter's girl. I do not need to be dealing with this!" Ginny fumed, "I go to train and I get Gwenog telling me I don't spend enough time with them, I'm slacking in practice and unfocused then I come home wanting my boyfriend to just be there and actually care about what's going on and I have you yelling that I don't spend enough time with you! The reason I haven't started for the last five games isn't because I can't to the plays, it's because I'm too busy worrying about my personal life and the reason my personal like if shit is because I'm worrying about quidditch! It's like you're asking me to choose!"

"And what if I am?" Harry asked, "Quidditch or me?"

"NO! You promised me when I signed with the Harpies that you'd never ask me!" Ginny yelled, tears rolling down her cheeks, "You can't ask me that."

"I think I just did." Harry said coldly.

"I'm not choosing quidditch, but I'm not choosing you either...It's like I don't recognise you anymore. I'm done." Ginny told him.

"What?" Harry asked, stunned.

"I'm done. I can't do this, you're pissed off all the time about how I never spend time with you and when I do it's never enough." Ginny paused, "We're over."

"Wait, Ginny, you can't be serious!" Harry begged, moving forward quickly and grabbing Ginny's wrist to prevent her from leaving.

"You've been acting like I've been cheating on you when all I've been doing is working. I would never ask you to choose between being an auror and me." Ginny whispered.

"You know I'd choose you!" Harry told her, "You know I would!"

"And what, you have the money to do that Harry! I wasn't born with a fortune, and I'm not about to become your housewife living off your money, I can't do that, I won't do that. Quidditch is part of who I am, for good or for bad and if you can't accept that anymore we need to end this." Ginny reached up and wiped a tear that had fallen from Harry's cheek, "Now let go of me, I'm done, I'll get my stuff later."

"No!" Harry said angrily.

"Harry get off my arm." Ginny told him.

"NO!"

Ginny ripped her arm out of Harry's grip before leaving the apartment. Leaving Harry to stare at where she'd been previously standing. He needed alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol, anything to make him forget the pain he was feeling right now.

Ginny disaparrated to her and Holly's flat, tears falling thick and fast from her eyes, what had she done? Ended her relationship! It had been on her mind for a few months because Harry couldn't accept sharing her with the team or the world for that matter, even though she had to share him with the whole world. She was glad that Holly had gone home with her current guy and wouldn't be back that night. Surely there must be a way she could have saved their relationship without having to pick.

"Stupid son of a bitch!" Ginny muttered, thinking of how he'd made her choose.

If he'd have asked her three months ago she'd have picked him in a heartbeat even though he'd promised her he'd never asked. Their fights had started two and a half months ago, she'd missed dinner two nights in one week because Gwenog though that the opposition knew their plays so she'd insisted on changing them. He'd eventually let it go, shrugging it off and they'd curled up and watched a film, everything forgotten. But soon the arguments had gotten longer and more intense, ending with one of them storming out, the comments got harsher and the gap between them got bigger.

The clock beeped, signalling the arrival of five o'clock. Half an hour since she'd returned to Harry's flat. Why she'd gone back there in the first place, this could have all been avoided if she'd have said that she'd go home after instead of back to his. Why had she said that? To make him feel better? Yeah, great job there! Why couldn't they just talk about it rather than screaming at each other once they'd both reached breaking point? She was eighteen years old, too young to be bound down, at least that's what all her teammates, excluding Holly, though, they'd all laughed at the thought of maintaining a functioning relationship in this career, stating the only way you could possible do it was a friends with benefits.

Ginny laid on her sofa, thinking about all the times she should have ended it in the last two months and hadn't, she'd been desperate to cling on to something that once made her feel so good, feel so safe and loved but now only brought pain back into her life. He was the only guy that made tears come after a fight, tears of anger and pain. She hadn't cried this much since Fred's death. And he didn't even realise how much pain he was causing. She must have been laying there was a while because when she next looked at the clock it read five forty five. She was going to fix this, she was sure there was something they could try before giving up. She stood up and disaparrated to the entrance to Harry's block of flats, using the climb up to try and decide what she'd say.

"Oh my god." Ginny breathed once Harry's flat door was insight. For outside was Harry and a tall blonde woman, locked in a passionate kiss as he fumbled with his keys to open the door. Without a sound she took off back down the stairs, tears clouding her vision of the fell like tropical rain. They'd been broken up just over an hour and he was already hooking up with the next blonde bimbo. She felt as if he'd ripped her hear out and crushed it with his bare hands. She was never going to feel this way again.

...

"So what are you going to do?" Luna asked Harry, looking at his broken emerald orbs.

"I'm going to fix it, fix everything...But I can't just forgive them, they abandoned me." Harry murmured.

"Ronald and Hermione weren't the only ones pulling away Harry, you could have asked for help, gone around to their house. Yes what they did was selfish but...they weren't alone. You pulled away from Mrs Weasley when she was like a mother to you. You pulled away from Mr Weasley and he was the last remaining father figure you had. You're angry at people for leaving you when you've been leaving them." Luna reasoned with him.

"I never meant to hurt them. It's just...there're so many memories of us all there and, I don't know, I guess it just hurt." Harry let his head fall into his hands.

"You need to start rebuilding, step by step." Luna told Harry.

"What Ron said hurt me a lot." Harry admitted, "It was like he was voicing all my fears."

"Well we all know how many wrackspurks Ronald has in his brain; it's like a little city in there." Luna said, completely seriously.

"Yes, I suppose it is." Harry laughed.

"Definitely." Luna smiled.

"So how do I do this? Get Ginny back? Get my life back?" Harry asked Luna.

"Firstly you need to sort whatever's going on with Ron and Hermione out, piece by piece you've got to try and mend your friendship with them." Luna told him, "Once you've done that, and eaten something and gained a bit of completion we'll talk again. Goodbye Harry."

"Wait..." Harry watched as Luna disappeared into the night so he was left alone to think. His mind drifted back to that night...

...

There was a pounding at Harry's door and he looked down at the blonde woman underneath him he'd picked up in his drunken state five minutes ago. He rolled his eyes before rolling off her and pulling his shirt and jeans back on.

"Stay here." He told her firmly, tucking his wand in his back pocket and walking out the bedroom and over to the front door. Opening it to reveal Ron.

"Hey, what are you doing here at four in the morning?" Harry asked, not noticing Ron's shaking hands.

"Ginny just turned up at our house, crying her eyes out. WHAT THE HELL?!" Ron bellowed, stepping into the flat, "I trusted you with her heart and you smashed it!"

"Hold on a second!" Harry told Ron.

"NO! I trusted you! We all did! How could you do this? She's our sister, haven't you damaged enough of our family as it is!?" Ron yelled.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Harry whispered, afraid of what he was going to hear.

"FRED'S DEAD! Hermione's parents won't talk to her, Ginny's distraught, Billy's scarred for life, George hasn't got an ear. It's like everything you get close to dies or gets hurt, who's next me and Hermione?!" Ron bellowed.

"I never meant-" Harry started but Ron cut him off.

"That's the thing, you never do! It's like you're cursed and it just happens! I want you to stay away from me, stay away from Hermione and stay the hell away from my family, especially Ginny." Ron hissed, "I can't watch them hurt anymore and that's all you do...bring pain on the people who love you the most!"

"Ron..." Harry muttered.

"No...I trusted you!" Ron repeated before leaving, leaving Harry paralysed in the same place.

"Are you coming back or not?" The woman asked, walking out in just her underwear.

"I'm sorry but you need to go, I made a mistake." Harry mumbled.

"What the hell?" She asked angrily.

"I'm sorry, please go." Harry whispered and fell onto the sofa, his head in his hands as she left, her clothes in hand.

In one night his life had fallen apart...

...

Harry's head hit the pillow and he fell asleep instantly, knowing he'd probably sleep for a whole day, a well needed whole day...

So Harry's on the mend...sort of!

And you now know what happened! What do you think!?

And I am aware of how OOC they are but I'm trying to have them work their way back to the original amazing characters JK Rowling created.

And I know Ron was an arse in the last bit!

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