[a/n]Now here's a minor surprise to me. KANLY did not turn up in any dictionary lookup. Hm! Just became a natural part of my lexicon. It's Dune-ish [Frank Herbert] for "Blood Feud"

The requested 'light ideas' not to worry it's on the calendar.

Harry Does Different CCXC

That's For Leaving

It was over. Harry howled at the smoke-obscured Sun and collapsed in the rubble. Some time later he struggled to consciousness to a rather surprising sight. That of Susan Bones, a shy quiet girl, yanking on a glowing blue length of magic that was around the neck of a wizard in Death Eater robes; which was then attached to a similarly attired witch, and another, and still another. She was loudly berating them. A couple Aurors were obeying her orders. Her red hair reminded him of the Weasleys. And, especially, of his desire to make things right with Ginny.

"My poor Georgie." Mrs. Weasley was smothering her surviving twin's face in her breast and rocking.

Ron, with only a slight nudge from Hermione, understood Harry-think "Come on mate, no one blames you. Family belongs together."

"DAMN YOU HARRY POTTER!" Ginny, who had been drowsing against a pillar, in a burst of magic apparated to within inches of his nose and slapped, hard "THAT was for breaking up with me!"

Harry just blinked, he was shocked. Bystanders looked on not knowing how to react.

* SMACK * "AND THAT WAS FOR DYING!" the impact of flesh on flesh echoed through the battle-scarred Great Hall.

He began "But Ginny I - -"

* SMACK * "A whole BLOODY YEAR!" her hair flared up and glowed "THIS is for - - -"

Forearms clashed as he blocked the incoming fist. Anger filled him as pain lanced. He saw red. One of Mad-Eye's sayings … well, not his invention… the best defense is a good offense applied to the moment. Harry delivered a paralyzing punch that sent the young woman through the air "No one hits me!" he declared harshly then whimpered "Madam Pomfrey,if you're not too busy, my hand REALLY hurts."

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"Well at least that fool Lockhart wasn't here to vanish your bones." The Mediwitch was fussing over repairing his hand "And, Mr. Potter…Harry…despite some being rather angry, I frankly think that punch was a work of art. I would have healed you sooner, but Miss Weasley was both unconscious and a broken jaw is very serious."

The young wizard's head tilted "Well thank you …Poppy…I didn't exactly enjoy doing it, but then, I been through enough to not - - - well"

"I completely see your point, and I say if she was man enough to swing a punch she's man enough to take one." Replied Poppy with a flourish of her wand "There! Now that's how HE should have healed you."

Harry offered a smirk "But Healer Lockhart wrote a book on his medical skills."

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Ginny was kept under Dreamless Sleep and her jaw immobilized for a full day. Harry's encounters with Weasleys were oddly unconcerned with the subject. It was as if it didn't happen. Late that afternoon, he was replanting a hedge that had been destroyed in the fighting. He tensed when he felt her, but kept working until he'd pressed down soil and added water.

"Neville's the only one I've seen better with plants." Said Ginny quietly.

He stood without looking at her "One of my few pleasures at the Dursleys. You wanted something?"

"You hit me." There was surprise in her tone of voice, she moved a little closer but not much.

He turned enough to see her, stance defensive, and countered emotionlessly "You hit me FIRST. Three times.

"But I was upset." She tried to explain "And so relieved and happy you were alive. I about died- - -"

He cut her off "I DID die. Hitting is just abuse, that's no way to show you care."

"My brothers do it all the time." She almost whined.

"I didn't hit you much harder than you hit me, Ginny." he growled, annoyance climbing "Never seen your parents hit each other. Hell, I never saw the Malfoys trade blows."

That, she did not like "Low blow Harry."

"Maybe." There was a flash of repentance "Doesn't take away from my point. I didn't hope for more than a well done. I'd like to pick up where we left off."

Ginny showed delight, she couldn't help it "I would too. I was very happy last year."

"Never swing on me again." It was an order, a command.

She looked shell-shocked.

He pushed back, hard "I mean it, Ginny. I'll break your jaw again and even if we're married with six kids, I'll divorce you and we'll only talk through lawyers."

"Divorce?" she had to ask "Muggle thing Hermione explained once." She shook her head "Doesn't happen in our world."

He shrugged impatiently "Then we'd have a pretty miserable marriage and I'll take up with Elouise Midgen or Millicent Bulstrode on the side, maybe both."

"I understand." Said Ginny, after quashing some of her pride "And I won't do it again. I promise."

It was the first time Harry smiled, and just the start of a slow process.