I hope you all had a good Christmas! up to the new years celebrations...and a new chapter...

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I'm sorry the next chapter is a bit short but to do a complete summer house story would make it very long...You'll have to see in the next chapter what I mean...

26. Sorry.

"Harry!" I called around the house a dozen times. I looked everywhere, his room, my room, Ron's room, the garden, the orchard, even the broom shed but he was no where to be found. I was in a state of panic when I returned to the house. My mom looked at me with wide eyes not even knowing what to say.

With nowhere around the house to look I resorted to my last idea, Kingsley.

I ran towards the fire place, stuck my head in and threw down some flew powder, praying silently that he was with Kingsley.

My head spun around until I was in Kingsley's office.

"Kingsley!" I called cause I couldn't see him. I heard footsteps, hoping to see Harry but very disappointed when it was just Kingsley how came into sight.

"Ginny, what a surprise." He smiled.

"Kingsley, do you know where Harry is?"

"Isn't he with you?"

"No, he was but he's disappeared. I can't find him at the Burrow."

"I thought he was staying with you, there is no reason for him to be here."

"I know, but he was so upset after the hearing…god, he isn't…"

I fell silent.

"What is it, Ginny?"

"Where is Ms. Carrow locked up?"

"Here at the ministry, why?"

"Kingsley, do think Harry would vent his anger on her?"

Kingsley was silent for a second, thinking about my words.

"I don't think so, it will be hard for him to be with her alone in the cellblock but I'll check to be sure, wait a second." He got up and waved his wand, I saw his patronus leave the office. Kingsley waited for a few second staring at the door. Very soon a patronus I didn't recognized returned. I couldn't hear what it said but Kingsley quickly turned to me.

"He isn't in the building, Ginny, the cells are very well protected nobody has seen him there. Maybe he went somewhere else to vent. I can understand if he need to let out some of his frustrations after this morning and afternoon."

"Thanks, Kingsley, I'll search somewhere else."

"Asked Ron or Hermione where they think he is, they will probably have a good idea. Let me know if you find him."

"I will."

I quickly pulled my head out of the fire place and got up.

"And?" my mom asked.

"He isn't at the ministry." I said in panic, for the first time I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked when she walked in.

"Hermoine, Harry is missing, you've got to help me find him." I rattled.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Harry brought me home after the hearing, he was really upset, we apparated to here but before I could look he was already gone, he isn't anywhere around the house and he's not at the ministry." I rushed through my explanation. "I think he went somewhere to vent, he must be very upset."

"You have no idea where he went?" Hermione asked.

I shook my head.

"He can be anywhere." I muttered.

Hermione stared out of the window for a while, I was thinking of a place where he could be and I was sure she was doing the same. After a long time Hermione turned and looked me in the eye.

"Lets find him." She muttered. She held out her hand and I took it quickly.

"Let me know if you find him!" mom called after us.

I nodded in her direction and ran out with Hermione, as soon as we were outside the safe zone, she twisted and pulled my along to the first location she wanted to look.

I recognized the place immediately.

"Do you really think he went here?" I whispered.

"I'm not sure but we had to start somewhere."

Hermione tapped the door with her wand and pushed it open, the old lamps in the dark hallway sprang into light. Hermione stepped through the door and I followed her.

"I don't think he has been here." I whispered.

"Why not?"

"No footsteps in the dust on the floor." I said as I pointed to the hallway floor, it was completely covered with dust.

"Hmm, that could be, lets ask Kreacher. He should be here somewhere."

We slowly passed the giant foot that served as an umbrella holder, and took the steps down to the kitchen.

"Kreacher?" Hermione called.

"Yes, mud…Miss." We heard a voice coming from the corner.

"Oh hello, Kreacher, we are looking for Harry, do you know where he is?"

"Can't tell miss, I must keep my master's secrets." Kreacher shook his head.

"Please Kreacher, it's important that we find him, tell me." I tried, hoping that Harry had indeed made me part off all that was his in the way he wanted. Kreacher would have to answer me if that was the case.

"Mistress Weasley, anything for you. I saw master Harry at Hogwarts just fifteen minutes ago, but he left there after a short visit, don't know where he is now."

"Damn, Hogwarts, I should have known that, that is the place where he would go to." I muttered.

"But where is he now." Hermione murmured.

"Do you want me to look for him?" Kreacher offered.

"No, it's okay, I'll do that, if he comes here let him know I'm looking for him." I answered.

Kreacher nodded and Hermione and I left Grimmauld place.

"Where next?" Hermione asked when we got outside.

"Not Hogwarts, but where?" I murmured.

"What about the other houses?"

"There is one here in London but I think it's very unlikely. I don't think Harry really felt like it was home there. Maybe the summer house, he liked that one, it was really peaceful."

"Lets go there." Hermione took my hand, "You have to tell me where to."

So I did, and in seconds we were at the gate that led into the beautiful garden.

"Can we go in?" Hermione asked.

"I'm pretty sure we can?" Confident that Harry would have arranged for me to have free access to this house as well, I opened the gate and walked up the path toward the house.

"Wow." Hermione breathed. "This house is beautiful. Why hasn't Harry told us anything about this?"

"You'll find out any second now." I muttered, looking around the garden to see if I could find Harry.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

But before I could answer I heard the sound that would betray Harry's secret.

"Miss Weasley, good to see you back here." The house-elf said when he appeared in front of us. He bowed deeply and waited for me to say something.

"Drooble, this is Hermione, she's a very good friend of Harry and me."

"Good to meet you miss." Drooble bowed to Hermione. Hermione forced a smile at him but quickly looked at me.

"Harry has two extra house-elves, they came with the houses. Drooble here belongs to this house, the London house is kept by a female house-elf." I whispered as I stared at my shoelace.

"Why didn't you tell?"

"Because Harry was afraid you'd get angry."

"Miss Weasley, shall I make tea?" Drooble offered.

I turned my attention back to the house-elf.

"No, thank you, Drooble. We are looking for Harry, have you seen him?"

"No, miss, he hasn't been here since he visited last time, with you Miss." The house-elf said sadly.

"Are you sure? We really need to find him." Maybe Harry had given him the order not to tell.

The house-elf shook his head.

"No, Drooble would love to have master Harry here to care for, but he isn't."

I believed the elf and looked at Hermione, I was lost, I really had no idea where he was. I had become very sure that he was here, it was a large secluded area, a place when he could scream, kick and curse freely without muggles or wizards noticing it.

To be honest I started to panic all over again. It wasn't good for him to travel alone, or be alone, specially with the werewolves and not-yet-caught Death Eaters running around freely.

I could see Hermione was doing some brain work. He eyes were out of focus and her lips were trembling.

Suddenly she gasped.

"I think I know where he is." She whispered. She turned and took my hand.

"Drooble, Harry and I will be back here tonight, if I can find him, please make sure the house is ready." I told him. He nodded with a smile and disappeared. I knew that Harry would want to be somewhere away from people, this seemed like the perfect place. That was, if we could find him at all.

Hermione pulled me along, and just outside the gate she twisted and off we were.

We landed just outside a small town. It looked very cheery, some summer festival was held.

"Where are we?" I asked Hermione.

"Godric's Hollow."

"Ooh. You think he went here."

"Yes, lets go."

She pulled me along towards the church, I was very sure Harry wouldn't be in a church and I was about to question Hermione's smartness when I saw the statue in the square. I gasped. It was Harry and his parents. I was too far away from it to read what was written on the plaque, but the statue looked beautiful.

"You can look later, Ginny, we are almost there." Hermione said as she quickly pulled me along. We rushed through the crowed of people, they were all dressed in muggle summer clothes and dancing and singing happily.

We arrived at a old looking gate next to the church, only than did I realize that we were heading for the graveyard. Hermione stopped and looked through the gate, her eyes fixed in one direction.

"There." She sighed as she pointed toward a tree.

I sighed in relieve, there under the large green leaves of the ancient tree sat Harry, staring in front of him.

"Why here?" I whispered.

"His parents are buried there. It must give him some comfort being close to them." Hermione whispered. "You go to him. I'll tell Kingsley and your mother that we have found him and that you two will stay at the summer house tonight. Ron and I will come there tomorrow."

I nodded. "Thanks." I whispered.

Hermione walked back and waved. I turned to the gate and opened it slowly. Careful not to make too much noise I walked towards Harry. My eyes never left him, not even when I got a glimpse of the Dumbledore name on a grave.

I decided against approaching him from behind, his nerves would be fragile, he would attack me before knowing it was me. Slowly I walked towards the grave Hermione had pointed out. I stopped in front of it and looked down. It was indeed Lily and James Potter's grave. It looked very well kept, Harry had created some flowers and put them on the grave. It was a beautiful peaceful place, here just below the tree, for a second I wondered who had picked this final place for them but I couldn't come up with an answer.

After a minute or so I turned around and looked at Harry. He looked like a miserable pile of flesh and bones.

"Come." I whispered as I extended my hand. It took a good five minutes before he took it but slowly he came back to life. I pulled him up and wrapped my arms around him, just holding him, but he stayed stiff and silent.

After a minute of no response I sighed and let him go. I looked around us to see if anyone else was there. We were well hidden from muggle eyes, so I took the gamble. I had learned in school how to do it, now it time had came to actually do it. I thought with all my power about the Summer house and the small road in front of the gate. I twisted on the spot, like taking the step to the imaginary gate and I pulled Harry along with me.

I knew I had done it because I could smell the rosebushes and freshly baked scones in the wind. I opened my eyes to see the gate.

"What are we doing here?" Harry asked in surprised for a second he was back to the Harry I had seen the last few week, but his face turned to stone very quickly again.

"I thought some peace and quiet would do." I snapped and I pulled him along with me up to the house. We weren't going to have this discussion here in public.

Drooble came to greet us, I smiled at him and told him we would call for him when we wanted tea or dinner. Harry managed to smile and nod at him.

I walked into the house, trying to remember the way to the living room, luckily my memory didn't fail me and I opened the door to the beautiful large living room. I let go of Harry when he stood next to the sofa, he sat down immediately. His head in his hands and his eyes closed.

"Talk to me." I begged as I paced in front of him.

Harry looked up at me, pale white again.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

"Sorry! You are Sorry! That's all you can say. I just had the worst day of my life, reliving the things that happened to our friends at Hogwarts, knowing how it would effect you, and you just ran off! Without a word, without ME!" I yelled, my temper was definitely getting the better of me.

"What happened to our friends?" Harry asked in disbelieve. "Christ! Ginny! what about you?"

he stood up looking livid.

"What happened to me was only what happened to me, it was much harder to watch it happen to the others. Harry, you are not the only one who would sacrifice everything for those they care about!" I snapped.

"Ginny! Dammit, stop being like that. It isn't normal, it was not normal the way they treated you! I left to protect you, I left you so that you were safe!"

"In case you missed it this morning, it was MY choice to stand up again the Carrow. It was MY choice to continue the D.A.!"

"You should have been safe!" Harry roared. "I told you to be safe!"

"And watch how others were being tortured and doing nothing. Harry I though you knew me better than that!"

Harry sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Ginny." Harry whispered. "I'm sorry, I should have let you to be when we were at school. I'm sorry, I knew when I started it, it wouldn't be the best thing for you, I knew it would cause you to be in danger. I'm sorry, I should have never put you in that place…"

"DAMMIT ! Harry, stop it." I roared, hitting the wall with my fist. "When are you getting it into that thick head of yours that it wouldn't have mattered! I would have chosen to act against them even if you were only somebody at school. Even if you weren't my brothers best friend. I still would have chosen to stand up against them. It was war, even at Hogwarts!"

"But they did exactly the thing I was hoping to prevent by leaving you."

"Yes, as they did to Neville, Luna, Seamus, and about every other student you were close with." I sighed. "Don't you see, there was nothing to do to prevent it. We didn't do it because of you, we did it because it was the only thing we could do."

We were silent for a while, I turned to look outside the window, I was still fuming, trying to breath normally to calm down a bit.

Harry could be noble all he wanted but he had to realize that sometimes things couldn't be changed with nobility or bravery, sometimes things just were. He had to learn that changing the world wasn't up to him. Defeating Voldemort was enough, the rest was out of his hands, but somehow he refused to believe that.

We stayed silent for a long time, so long, that I wondered if Harry still was with me in this room. I decided against turning around. It was up to him to make up his mind, I wasn't going to interfere with that.

"Ginny." Harry started. "I'm so.."

"Harry, if you are going to say that word one more time I'll hex you." I snapped.

I heard him get up and walk in my direction. He placed his hands on my shoulders, waiting for a second, when I didn't pull away or reacted in any way, he traced his hands down my arm and on to my stomach. He pulled me close to him and placed his head on my shoulder. Kissing my ear and neck.

It was hard to remember my anger when he did that, but I held on, he needed to learn.

"Ginny." He whispered. "Listen to me, I am sorry."

His hold on my became more tight and I realized that he was holding my arms down so I couldn't grab my wand. I groaned and Harry chuckled softly.

"I am sorry, sorry for leaving you without warning this afternoon."

"You better be sorry for that." I growled.

"Shhh, let me talk." He hissed in my ear. "I needed to get away this afternoon, after hearing your story, Neville's and Luna's as well, I needed someone to blame and I could only point the finger to myself."

I started to speak but he place a hand over my mouth.

"Shhh." He hissed again. "I know you don't agree with that, but I don't think like you do. I look at what happened as something that could have been, well maybe not prevented, but not going on so long if I had stayed focused on the task Dumbledore set for me. I let my own assumptions and feelings get in the way. It needed Dobby's death to get me refocused again. In my eyes too many lives were taking while I was blinding with my own anger at Dumbledore, too many lives were taken before I got my focus back."

Harry kissed the end of my ear again, one hand still making sure I kept quiet while the other held my arms in place.

"I ran away because I couldn't deal with the results of my laps in judgment. I like to believe that I would have been back at the burrow before nightfall. I just needed to release some of my anger with myself."

His arm around me pulled me even closer to him, if that was possible.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that at school, no one should have, and I started to wonder if it had been the right choice to stay away from Hogwarts for so long. I doubted my decisions, maybe I should have come and fight with you."

He sighed deeply.

"To hear you tell about all these foul things that happened to you, and why it all happened, made me doubt my decision to leave you. It made me wonder if I shouldn't have stayed with you, or took you with me. I know I would have never done that, it would have brought you only to more danger but still, all this makes me rethink everything."

He took his hand away from my mouth indicating that he was finished. I didn't say anything, mainly because I knew I couldn't say anything useful or helpful. I did have a question for him, though.

"Why did you go to Dumbledore's portrait to talk about this? Why won't you talk to me about these things?"

Harry kissed my neck again and took a deep breath.

"Because you are to close to me. When I talk to Dumbledore or McGonagall I often lose my temper. I don't want to be yelling at you, I can talk to you about almost everything, but this part of my life is one with many still open wounds. I just don't want to hurt you when I say something stupid in my frustration."

"You know that somewhere down the line we will have a fight, don't you. We just saw that we both have short tempers and you can't always run to Hogwarts whenever we don't agree."

"I know, and I'll happily fight with you and make it up to you when we come across issues that causes disagreements. I just hope for now that you will allow me to vent against a portrait and not you. I don't want to burden you too much with it."

"One day you will have to open up about everything to me, Harry. I trust you, I have always trusted you, but it has to come from both sides in a relationship."

"I know, but let me deal with all this first. Once I'm able to give it a place and the mental wounds are healed a bit more, I'll be able to tell you all of it."

I nodded and sighed. I knew that this was one of many disagreements we had to face in our life together, specially with my temper.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, once I started to calm down a bit and noticed my hand hurting like crazy, I must have hit the wall harder than intended. I tried to flex my hand but I flinched away from the pain. I came to the conclusion that I probably had broken it and would have mom fix it later.

"What's wrong." Harry asked.

"Nothing." I said as I waved it away with my wrong hand. Harry noticed that I flinched again.

"Ginny?"

I sighed.

"My hand hurts, I think I have broken it." I murmured shamefully.

"Let me see."

I turned and Harry took my hand softly, it was already swelling and turning blue.

"I could heal that for you." He said.

"Really, I didn't knew you could do healing spells?"

"Learned it from Hermione's books when we were hunting Horcruxes. I thought it would be useful some day."

I nodded and looked at my hand, worse than this wasn't possible so I agreed. He took his hand and murmured strange words softly. I felt a heat wave spread through my hand, the pain became immediately less and I could move my fingers again, not freely but at least without too much pain.

"Hermione will have to check it tomorrow and she'll have you drink some potion." Harry whispered as he kissed my hand. I turned in his arms again, resting my head against his chest and sighed contently.

We stood there watching the outside world, after a while I started to realized for the first time that somewhere in the near future this was going to be my life. Here with Harry, in this large house that already felt like home, we would have many arguments here, there would be many times that we would discus things here in this room. Somehow it didn't felt strange, it felt good.

"Harry, do you really want to live in Godric's Hollow after school?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because, I really like this house, it feels like home somehow, it feels good to be here. I think I could be really happy living here."

"We could live here, if you want to." He said, but his voice sounded off.

"If you really want to live in Godric's Hollow, it's okay. We could live here first until we find something there."

"You know what, we will see after school. We can enjoy this house as long as you like."

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in." Harry called.

The door creaked open and the small house-elf peaked in.

"Sorry, to bother you sir, miss, but I have dinner ready for a while now, me was wondering if you still want it."

Harry looked down at me for an answer.

"Yes, that would be nice."

"The table in the drawing room is ready." The house-elf said and disappeared.

We walked through the double sliding doors to the table. It was set romantically, candles were floating just above it, freshly cut flowers decorated it and instead of sitting opposite each other we were seated next to each other.

We just stood there, watching the table.

"Is something wrong?" A small voice said behind us.

"No." I breathed. "The table is set beautiful, it took us by surprise."

"Oh, it's how master James ordered me to set the table, he always wanted to sit next to mistress Lily."

Harry smiled and pulled me to the table. He helped me sit like the perfect gentlemen and sat down next to me.

"See your dad was a hopeless romantic." I whispered.

Harry smiled widely for the first time today, I sighed in relieve that he was slowly feeling better.

We had a very pleasant dinner, when Drooble served desert Harry did something very surprisingly, he asked Drooble to sit with us.

"Drooble, can you sit with us for a second and tell us a bit more about James and Lily, when they were here?"

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