A/N Oohh, lots of quick reviews thank you people!

Kp: Hmm, the BIG reason… Well, cast you mind back to when he did the biggest thing in his life and what happened after it was done? What was he obsessed with? What is the title of this story?? Some good indicators there! Thanks for the 'great chapter' comment, it makes me want to write some more…

SierraPotter: Oh dear, sorry about that… I hope you still like my story though… I'd hate to loose my most loyal reviewer!!

Prv226: Eeek, I'm really sorry you didn't like it! No one likes it, ah! I'm sorry! I thought it would make a good story! But don't worry, I don't get pleasure from the thought of killing babies, I think it's sick and twisted as well! If that makes you feel any better… I hope you keep reading!

The (French) Dark Lord: Yes I know, a bit strange... Sorry if you don't like it!

Schnuff: Thanks for your sarcasm and questions. Harry is the same because he still got hit with the killing curse when he was a baby, and as I wrote he is still in a prophecy. And maybe Harry did meet other people before Hogwarts; but the idea is that Molly and Arthur weasley were in the Order back then, as were Lilly and James, so they knew each other and were good friends. Does that clear that up for you? And regards to them finding the Horcrux, do you really expect me to be as amazing as J.K rowling is with her plots and detail? This is, after all, just a story on the internet that people can read if they want to, and I have no problem with people telling me they don't like my story. But thank you for your honesty and it will make the explain things more clearly in the future.

Through the Wind and the Rain there Comes Happines...

"Ginny don't do this!" He pleaded, "I know you don't want to!"

She had her wand raised to his heart and wasn't moving a muscle. She had said she was going to kill him. He didn't want to die; he'd lived for so long through everything… He didn't want to die!

There was a loud knocking noise and Harry jolted awake just as Ginny said the fatal words in his dream.

"What?!" He shouted, not meaning to sounds rude, but he had jumped.

The door opened slowly and Hermione walked in, a small smile on her face. Harry's stomach lurched when he saw the smile, obviously Ginny hadn't told him what she'd found out earlier that day.

"Been asleep have we?" Hermione chuckled, sitting on the floor in front of his bed.

"How did you know?" Harry asked, pushing his covers off of himself because of the heat.

"Your hair!" She laughed, "It's always like that when you've been sleeping."

"Oh," He muttered, patting down his messy black mop.

"How are you feeling then?" Hermione asked after a moment.

"Oh, better now, thanks…" He replied sheepishly, for he wasn't feeling better at all, if anything he felt even worse. In the dream he had just had the love of his life killed him! "How long have you been back? What time is it?" He asked, averting the conversation off himself.

"It's five thirty, we've been back about half an hour," Hermione replied, "Ron missed you. But then again he's been without you for over a year so he can wait one more day to see you again!" She said, biting her lip as she saw the hurt on Harry's face. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant… well…"

"Forget it," Harry helped her.

There was a pause as Harry rubbed his eyes clean of sleep dust and Hermione just got up and stared out of the window.

"Harry," She finally said, turning to him, "Was everything ok earlier? With Ginny I mean?"

"Oh, we were fine. Just another petty fight like you said; but it went a bit too far…" Harry lied.

"So when we have tea, will there be tension again, like this morning?" Hermione asked wearily, "I only ask because you haven't even seen Arthur yet and I thought it would be nice if everyone could just get along tonight when he gets home from work…"

He looked at her and took a deep breath as his temper rose a little, just like it did every time someone said something that wasn't what he liked to hear.

"Hermione," He said calmly, "I can't help it if me and Ginny aren't talking; but it won't even effect the rest of the people at the table will it?"

"Ok well, just try Harry, ok? Try and be civil to her," She suggested as she went to walk out of the room.

Just as Hermione was opening the door however, it opened on her and Ginny stood there, a worried look on her face.

"Are you ok Ginny?" Hermione asked kindly.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just need to talk to Harry," She replied, looking past her and at him.

Harry signalled for Ginny to enter and Hermione looked from one to the other, apparently deciding that the two of them needed time to sort things out, so he left, closing the door behind her.

"Ginny," Harry said, leaping off his bed as soon as the door clicked shut, "Please let me explain. I'm so sorry about earlier, I…"

"I've come to ask you a question Harry; if you want to 'explain' things to me then you can come to me and do it. Understand?" Ginny cut in.

Harry lowered his head and nodded in agreement.

"Now listen, I want a straight answer to this do you hear me? No pretences ok?" Again Harry nodded at her. "Right," She took a deep breath in before asking, "Did you kill my baby Harry?"

"What?" He asked, shocked. "No! I've only ever… Well…"

"What? Go on!" Ginny snapped.

"Well… I've… I've only… I've only ever killed two babies…" He said, hanging his head in shame.

"Oh and how do you know one wasn't mine?" She snapped again.

"Well because I… I went to houses and… Did it while they slept…"

Ginny exhaled quickly in disgust, "You're sick."

"I can't help it… I get angry and…" He muttered.

"Oh put a whole sentence together for Merlin's sake! Stop being so self-pitiful! They should lock you up if you 'can't help it'!" Ginny yelled at him.

"Ginny! Harry! Dinner dears!" Mrs Weasley called up the stairs.

"I would never have killed your baby," Harry tried.

"Oh is that so? How would you have even known it was mine? You never came to see us!" Ginny shouted back.

"I'm not going to argue now," Harry said, heading for the door.

"Oh that's right! Run away like you always do!"

"Stop making such a spectacle of yourself! You're acting completely drunk!" Harry yelled at her as he walked out of the door, leaving her standing on the spot, totally puzzled by what he had said.

The dinner that night was actually quite nice; Harry didn't know why, but he felt so much better after having told Ginny about what he had been doing. Not that telling someone made it acceptable; he was still totally ashamed of himself. It was bad enough that he had killed three adults, but two babies as well? He could hardly bear to think of it. Dinner that night with Mr and Mrs Weasley, Hermione and Ginny had made him realise that the past year and a bit was just like a nightmare, and now he had finally woken up. Telling Ginny was indeed the best thing he could have done. It made him see how people would react and also made him snap out of this stage of his life. He was going to start again, and be like the old Harry, before his parents were killed all those many months ago.

The next few days were quite nice, except of course the tension between himself and Ginny; that was not going well at all. But other than that life was getting slowly better. They went to visit Ron every day, and he was now on his feet again and was due to come home at the end of the week. Harry had not had any stresses or anger since his last argument with Ginny, and so he hadn't done anything foolish again. However, not talking to her was getting to him, and he felt he needed to tell her everything; everything that had happened since he left the Burrow over a year ago.

He knocked quietly on her bedroom door four nights after their fight and waited to be asked in, unlike she did.

"What?" She asked sleepily through the door. Harry felt a pang of guilt as he realised she must have been asleep.

Slowly, he opened the door and walked into complete darkness. He took a few steps forward and walked straight into a desk, smacking his leg.

"Ouch!" He shouted, grabbing his leg to try and relieve pain.

"Harry? What do you want?" Ginny asked shortly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be asleep," He apologised as he took a seat on the floor; his eyes now beginning to see again in the darkness.

"Well, some girls need their beauty sleep," She said, lying back down in her bed.

"You don't," Harry said before he even thought about it.

"What?"

"Nothing," He replied quickly, brushing it off with a wave of his hand. "Err, if you're too sleepy, I'll come back in the morning," He suggested.

"No it's fine, I'm awake now. But what do you want?" She asked tetchily.

Harry thought that he might prefer talking about this when Ginny had gotten more sleep, so that she wouldn't get so angry with him, but she was awake now wasn't she?

"I wanted to explain everything…" He said quietly.

Ginny didn't reply straight away; Harry thought she might have fallen back to sleep, but it seemed she was just considering his offer.

"Ok then, go on, you've got half an hour before I go back to sleep," She said.

So Harry started to explain, and as he explained his emotions through the past year, they all came flooding back to him, and he got more and more upset.

"You hadn't written to me to say you were sorry," He said half way through his explanation, "And I realise now that you actually had nothing to be sorry about, but back then I was still filled with anger and hate. Ron and Hermione never told me anything about you in their letters which made me even more angry. So one night a flipped out when I saw a baby on the front of the Prophet, and I grabbed my invisibility cloak so that I could go for a walk unnoticed. But it was crazy! I was walking through parks and I saw adults with their children, happy and smiling – not one single worry in their lives! So I started to run away from them, and I ran down an ally somewhere and bumped into a random man. My cloak fell off and he shouted something like 'Watch where you're going' and he pushed me. I fell to the floor and just burst I guess. So I killed him. The first muggle I killed. After I did it I stared at him, unable to believe my eyes. But he was there, dead on the ground! I left him there and apparated back from where I came. I cried for ages about what I'd done; but it wasn't so much the action that had me upset, it was the feeling inside of me. It felt so good. To get rid of someone who probably had a better life than me and just flaunted it. One less person to worry about I guess…"

Harry paused, waiting for a reaction. But when he received nothing of the sort, he carried on:

"But the way that it had me feeling so good was getting to me. And I felt like I was turning into him and I said that that would NEVER happen! So I got angrier and angrier with myself until I saw another baby somewhere – I can't remember where – and it was on its own… So I went and killed it. Then I realised what I'd done and went mad. I was furious with myself and I was walking round punching stone walls. But they didn't fight back, and all I wanted was something to fight back. So I saw a man and beat him up. He tried to fight me but I was so frustrated that in the end he just fell over and I kept kicking and kicking until blood was spewing out of his mouth and he was begging me to stop. But I didn't stop, and then he just went limp."

Ginny let out a gasp and Harry heard her crying more than he saw it in the dark light.

"The other two… I don't want to talk about them…" He whispered, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh Harry," Ginny said, getting out of her bed and going down to him.

"The fact is Ginny, I need help. I've turned into a murderer and I don't like it," He cried, "I want to be normal, lead normal life. But how can you do that when a soul as dark as hell is living inside of you and you can't escape from it? I don't mean to kill people; that's never my intention. But I've changed so much…" He faded off.

"Because of me…" Ginny whispered.

"What?" He asked, sniffing.

"It's all because of me. If I hadn't lied to you and told you that you had changed when you hadn't really, none of this would have happened," Ginny cried.

"Don't blame yourself…"

"But it's true! Think how different your life would be. You would have come back sooner, wouldn't you?" She asked.

"I… I couldn't face coming back to you… I didn't know what your hate for me would make me do… To you." He said, ashamed.

"But… You wouldn't really have… killed me though… Would you?" She stuttered.

"Ginny, I don't know what I was capable of… Or still am…" He explained, "Just think of the other night, what might have happened if Hermione didn't walk in?"

"But… But I don't hate you…" She whispered.

"You said the other night…"

"I know what I said! But when you get angry you… kill people… When I get angry I lie!" She shouted quietly.

"So, you don't hate me now?" He said, all traces of tears gone from his eyes and face.

"No… I, I love you still..." She replied, getting up and walking away from him.

Harry stared at her for minutes on end. He could not believe a single word of what he was hearing. When she got angry she lied; she was angry now – finding out that someone you know is a murderer never leaves you happy. So what proof did he have that she was telling the truth, and that she really did love him? Well, the proof was there, on her face. It may have been dark but he could still see. Harry could read this girl like a book when he wanted to. When she was tired she wasn't in control of her facial features as much, and tonight, truth was glowing from her face. She did love him.

He started to laugh, an evil laugh that he gained in the past year. He suspected that this, too, was a trait of Voldemort's. The laugh got louder and louder, until his sides hurt.

"Harry, what are you laughing at? Be quiet!" Ginny said, utterly perplexed.

Then, his laughed stopped as quickly as it had started.

"You told me you hated me," He chuckled a little, and Ginny opened her mouth to speak but he wouldn't let her. "And you know what that made me do? Kill people. Five innocent lives are gone because of your stupidity!" He shouted.

"Harry be quiet!" She ushered, "I'm sorry, I was stupid and young back then! I didn't realise how much it would hurt you!"

"All you had to do was write me one letter, just ONE! And tell me how you really felt! But no, you're too selfish for that!"

"Please Harry, I'm sorry!"

"Don't tell me! Tell the family and friends of the people I killed! Tell them that it's because of your childishness that their sons, daughters, lovers, uncle, aunts and maybe even mothers or fathers are dead!"

He got up and strode to the door.

"You're not going to do it again?" Ginny said and paused for a moment before saying, "Harry you can't! It's wrong! I won't let you!"

Harry cracked and he spun around and slapped her around the face so hard that his own hand hurt.

"You make me, Ginny," He whispered, walking out.

A/N Oh my gosh!!! Wow, long chapter, but I think it's interesting don't you? Sorry if you didn't like it again. But I had to keep with the story that I already started! Did you like the monologue bits from Harry? They were supposed to put across how much he hated doing what he did and that he never really meant to do it. It was supposed to make you all feel sorry for him! Hope it worked thanks for reading!!