Ginny's point of view

Ginny came home from her last busy they at work. Now that she didn't have to train like crazy to stay in form, she knew that she could spent a lot of time with Harry in the next few months. Though her good mood disappeared when she walked in, the tension was extreme.

"Hermione, I think you should go," she said the minute she walked in the kitchen.

They had been fighting again. With a flick of her wand she cleaned up the mess. It looked like they had dueled, though she knew neither of them would ever hurt each other. When Harry got mad, things seemed to blow themselves up and Hermione really knew how to push his buttons. This wasn't the first time she had come home and found half the house in ruins. Hermione usually cleaned it up herself, but it looked like they weren't finished yet.

"Right now!" holding the kitchen door open.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I think I lost it a little bit," Hermione told her after walking into the hallway, gesturing that she should follow, leaving Harry alone in the living room. "I don't know what to do anymore. It's getting worse."

"We can only be patient, he will get over this when he is ready." Ginny didn't believe those words anymore but still told them every time somebody interfered. "You know that it gets worse when we confront him. And it is a lot better when Teddy is here."

"I know, I know. But we both know that he is only pretending. For seven years his sole purpose was to make sure Voldemort didn't take over the world. What has he done in the last five years?"

Ginny had opened to the front door and was leaning against it. Fighting her tears she knew that Hermione was right about one thing: the Harry they knew was slipping away.

"Ginny, please. We ne-"

"Leave!"

"But Gin-"

"I SAID LEAVE!"

Hermione walked outside but turned around before Ginny could close the door.

"I really am sorry," she said with tears running down her face. Before Ginny could respond she had disapparated.

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Weeks past and even though both Ginny and Harry were spending a lot of time together, Harry's moods had only gotten worse. He was starting to look bad to. Eating too little, staying up to late, drinking, never smiling. Teddy's sixth birthday party had put a smile on his face though, he loved that little boy so much. But the minute it had been just the two of them, he seemed miles away again. Ginny had barely seen Hermione after she had told her to leave, and it seemed as if her brother didn't had time for her anymore. At night, she felt alone and isolated, during the day, all she did seemed to be pretending. Pretending their marriage wasn't falling apart. Pretending Harry wasn't depressed. Pretending she didn't noticed that all Harry did was stare at his mother's pictures. Sometimes she wished that Hagrid never made him that photo album. She felt like crying right about now. If this wasn't fixed fast, they would never be a family. And they would be a family pretty soon.

She didn't fully understand her husband's obsession with his mother. Secretly she thought that it had not much to do with Lily herself, but with all the other people that died during the war. She had lost her brother and a lot of friends, but she had never blamed herself for any of it. She had only blamed Voldemort. She knew Harry still blamed himself, not just for his mother's death but for all them, for every single one who died or got hurt. And basically all his family died. Sure, the Dursley's where fine, but he never really cared much about them. His parents, godfather and friends died. Add to that the fact that the only two people in the whole world that might have understood him, having gone through everything with him, had started a life together… She couldn't begin to understand how alone he must feel. Even the loneliness she had felt ever since she didn't live in her parents' crowded house or at Hogwarts anymore, she had only felt completely alone herself ones. She didn't even want to remember how terrible that had been. Back then Harry had saved her, why couldn't he let her save him this time?

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"Remember my first year?" Ginny asked Harry when she saw him sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. She squatted before him. He gave a small nod in response, but didn't even open his eyes. He had come home from work a few hours ago and yet again refused to eat dinner. Even though she knew talking didn't do much good, she was going to give it another try. And this time, she was going to save him.

"I felt so alone that year. I was far away from home for the first time in my live, my brothers seemed to have their own lives and I was so shy, too shy to make friends. I felt so lost and alone that I poured my heart out to a diary, Tom Riddle his diary."

When he didn't react she continued. As long as he was listening to her, she wasn't going to stop talking.

"I remember the day I tried to tell Ron what was happening. At breakfast, you were there, remember? But Percy interrupted me and before I knew it, Tom was forcing me to go down to the Chamber of Secrets. To die."

She had put her hand on Harry's knee and could feel all his muscles tense. Around her things started to shake and a painting had fallen from the wall. She continued anyway.

"I would have died too. If you would have been a little bit later, I would have been dead. If you would have made one little mistake that day, just one, I would have died. Nobody would ever have known what had happened. And knowing you, you would have blamed yourself for not being able to safe me. For making one mista-"

"Stop it!" He opened his eyes, full of tears, looking at her as if she was crazy. All around her stuff was flying through the air, falling to pieces or being blown up.

"But I, I made thousands of mistakes that whole year," she continued as if Harry hadn't spoken, as if his magic wasn't getting out of control. "Every single day I wrote to Tom, I chose to do that. I even stole the dairy back from you. Every day I could have stopped it, but I didn't. I felt alone, misunderstood, sad. Tom was my only friend and even when he tried to kill me, I didn't ran the other way. I let him suck the life out of me. If anything would have happened to you or Ron I don't think I would ever have forgiven myself, but nobody would have blamed me. And despite everything I did wrong, it wouldn't have been my fault. It would be Tom Riddle's fault. Volde-"

"I SAID STOP IT! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" Harry stood up with so much force that she fell down and the whole couch got thrown through the room. He was crying right now, but maybe this was what he needed to snap out of it.

"Do you really think I like to hear about Voldemort killing you? Do you think it is a nice war story! ? Because it really isn't. And I know that it was Voldemort's fault, not yours! Why the hell would I ever blame you?"

"Why do you blame yourself?" She hadn't tried to get up. Everything in the room was being blown up, she would probably be safer on the ground. She had never seen Harry's accidental magic in action before. She had heard the story about him blowing up his aunt, and of course Hermione had told her about it, but see had never seen it herself. Harry didn't even seemed to notice that he was blowing up their china, or that there was a big comfortable chair flying around. He must have so much anger inside him.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIND ABOUT!" he yelled, and a whole chair flew through the room.

"I think I do," she stood up and reached for his hand. When he felt her touch he seemed to notice that he was destroying the room. He sank down and started crying freely. Ginny sank down next to him and held him for what felt hours.

"I'm so sorry."