A/N this is a chapter that you need to understand a sentance in the next. It is back in the Hogwarts days of the characters. Sorry for the format.


Harry walked alone down the corridor. He was heading for lunch, though it

was almost over. He'd spent most of the period in his room, staring at his

ceiling and feeling lonely for no reason he could identify.

When he'd finally remembered that lunch awaited him, it was nearly too late.

Even now, he'd probably only be able to wolf down a sandwich or two.

He was still several floors away from the great hall, and he didn't expect to

encounter anyone. However, Harry did not realize that he wasn't the only lonely

person in the school.

A slight snuffling brought Harry out of the haze in which he walked. He stopped

and looked to his right. The sound was coming from behind a tapestry that swept

the floor, and was protruding as if someone were behind it. Perhaps against his

better judgement, what with all the dark arts threatening the wizarding world,

Harry lifted the tapestry and went behind it as well.

The figure, hidden in the dimness of the tapestry, gasped. As his eyes

adjusted to the darkness, Harry realized who it was.

"Ginny?" he asked with mild surprise, "What are you doing back here?"

Ginny hurried out from behind the tapestry, Harry close behind her.

"Ginny, what..." But he trailed off, catching sight of the girl in proper light.

Her hair was tousled slightly, though to a point of messiness that

accented her face and looked beautiful. Her eyes, shining with tears, were huge

and brown in her head. Her freckles dotted her face lightly, and she stood

holding her arms, looking away from him. For a moment, just a moment, Harry felt

something stirring in him, something he had not felt since Cho, but now stronger

and... and perhaps truer. Harry stared at this girl in front of him, and then,

his heart not working with his mind, he reached out and touched her face.

She whipped her head around, Harry's hand pushed away by the movement. She

stared at him for a moment, and he at her. Her look of surprise then turned to a

gaze of pure anger and disbelievement, and Harry did not know why. Confused, he

turned and ran.

Harry never did go to lunch that day.