This is just a short story, and is my first finished fanfic. Please R&R, but be nice (critical if you like but nice)

Snowy grounds covered the grounds as far the eye could see. Harry had been walking aimlessly for about an hour now completely exhausted. He only had one goal getting back home, or at least some where, where he could see a friendly face and get his injuries treated.

He continued to walk not exactly knowing where he was going until he finally came spotted a dark shape in the snow, away in the distance. As he continued to walk towards the dark shape, he realized that a small house, more of a cabin. It looked deserted and unwelcoming in this landscape, but it would be worth a try, even if it was only a place to rest for the night. He could then continue walking until he found a place where he could safely apparate from. If he had apparated from where he was now he would probably get it wrong because he no idea where was. All he knew was that he travelling south with help from the 'Point Me' spell.

By the time he reached the cabin he felt that he could go no further until he had some rest. He stumbled up to what looked like the front door, and knocked as hard as he thought his frozen knuckles would allow. After a few minutes he cautiously opened the door, and walked into the surprisingly warm place. He took a quick look around the room as he entered and quietly closed the door behind him.

The cabin was dark inside, with little furniture, and nothing really comfortable, just a wooden at a table, and a row of bookshelves along a wall. Harry decided that he might as well have a quick look around, he walked through an opening and found the bathroom, there was a hole in what seemed like a sideboard and a small basin attached to the wall, no taps, or anything that would suggest a source of water. He walked out of the bathroom, back into the room where he had just been, and proceeded to the next door hoping that there would be something suitable for sleeping on in there, as there dint seem to be anymore rooms in the small cabin. As he put his hand onto the small, round, metal door handle, he felt a sense of foreboding come over he dreaded thinking what could be behind this door. He turned the handle, he gasped in shock as the door opened, as he saw some-one he didn't expect to see…

***

Ginny sat staring into space, she was thinking about some-one whom she missed so much since he left. He had gone without any previous warning, all he did was send a letter to the Burrow, addressed to everyone, with separate paragraphs, one dedicated to each member of the family, and Hermione. Ginny could remember the part dedicated to her clearly but she still didn't understand any of it.

…Dearest Ginny, I'm to leave like this and I'm sorry that I never really paid you much attention in our first four years, and even after that we were barely friends. I found out how much of a friend you can be, whilst I was teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts in your last year. You would come to me after classes, and ask me if I was okay, and we would talk for while about each others problems. It cheered me greatly to think that you trust me like that, and that I could trust with my secrets, and fears. For that alone I am sorry, but now I have had to leave you behind and everyone else behind again. I cannot keep contact with anyone until this is over so I will have no-one to share my fears, troubles and secrets with…Until we meet again. I WILL be back, not even Voldemort could stop me coming back to you and everyone else. I cannot tell you why I have gone but I ask you not to fear for me. I will return. I have another secret that I have told no-one, not even you, one that could break up our friendship, that is why I am afraid to tell you. Yes, I Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the youngest seeker in Hogwarts for over a century, a son and godson of Marauders, a True Gryffindor, am afraid to tell you my deepest secret. When I come I will tell you. Until then, Goodbye Ginny, I will miss you…

Every time she thought of her part of Harry's very long letter, it brought a tear to her eyes. He had told everyone that he would be back, but there is always that nagging voice in the back of her head, that deep feeling of dread inside her heart, what if he doesn't come back. What was this secret that could ruin what they had, she was touched, happy and saddened that he said he would tell her his biggest and deepest secret when he returned, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to know it, if it could end what the had. Sighing she got up and walked back to her house, flopped down on her bed and fell asleep with tears running down her face.

***

"Bellatrix…" Harry spat. "What are you doing here!" he glared at her his anger building every second. This was the 'thing' that killed his Godfather and then LAUGHED about it. It had been some time ago but it still hurt just the same.

"Potter…" She looked at with mixed anger and fear o in her eyes and in her expression as she looked at him. "I could ask you the same question."

"You know why I am in this place, don't you Bellatrix?" he continued to glare at her.

"You murdered a great man. He was carrying out his dream, and you murdered him in cold blood whilst all he was trying to do was continue on with his noble cause." She glared back at him with more hatred than before.

He stepped towards her, now fuming he dare she say those things, "Since when is MURDERING muggles and muggle-born's and NOBLE CAUSE?!?!?" he shouted back at her unable to contain his temper "You talk to ME about murdering people in cold blood, when YOU are the won who could kill a man a laugh about it. You killed Sirius, MY GODFATHER, then you laugh with glee. You are worth than scum." He continued to glare.

"Still moaning about that are we Potter I thought you would have got over that already. He was a stupid idiotic fool, with no future…" she was cut off.

"You don't know anything and you deserve what's coming to you!!.." He pointed his wand at her and before she had time to react he shouted the curse. "Crucio!!" She keeled over onto her knees as the beam of light connected with her body causing her to cry out in pain, but Harry didn't stop, he wouldn't stop. He wanted her to experience pain, and he was strangely enjoying it. After a few minutes Harry had still not lifted his wand and there was blood pouring out of her nose and mouth, all of a sudden there was a loud crack that meant that the curse had broken her bones. Satisfied Harry lifted his wand and looked down at her shaking body on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Slowly she began to sit up, she was shaking violently, and bleeding from the mouth, she lifted her head and he could that her eyes had rolled around and all that could be seen was the white parts. After a few seconds her eyes became normal again, she looked slightly disorientated and dizzy, she had pale skin where she lost a lot of blood, but no lasting damage had been done. She began to focus a bit more and she realized why, and how she was here and what had happened. She looked up at Harry, and he saw fear, nothing else, just fear. Then she spoke.

"Are to cowardly to kill me, Potter?" She smirked slightly but it seemed painful.

"Of course not, I killed your scum of a master didn't I? As much made of scum as he was, he was still superior to you." He smirked and continued, "If you apologize for what you have done I will take you to Dumbledore, if you refuse I will kill you." He looked at her awaiting an answer.

"I will not apologise" She said in a weak voice "To some muggle-loving fool"

With that Harry one again pointed his wand at her and muttered "Avada Kedavra" putting her out of her misery.

After what had just happened Harry didn't feel much like resting anymore, he felt a new strength in him, so he put another warming charm on his cloak and set off out into the snow again.

He walked for hours through the cold snow land still not sure if he was going in the correct direction to get out of this place quickly. After a few more hours his tiredness caught up with him again but this time it hit him with more force than before. He laid his cloak down onto the ground with an anti-freeze charm on it, and put a heating charm on the top side. He laid down on the cloak and drifted off to sleep.

***

Ginny woke up suddenly, she had been having a nightmare, but she couldn't remember what it was about. She just remembered a feeling of deep anger and loathing. She sat up and tried to remember the dream but nothing clicked, she just couldn't remember anything but that feeling. The dream was weird, she didn't have any reason to anger with anyone except you-know-who.

She looked around her dark room, and walked to look out of the window. She looked across the grounds of her garden and across her neighbourhood and beyond into the horizon. She found herself thinking about Harry wondering how he is, where he is and what he is doing. She began to worry that something might have happened to him, that he might have been killed, but a feeling deep inside her reassured her that he was still alive. She went back to her bed and tried to get some more sleep, but whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was the times that she had seen Harry in her life.

When she ten years old and saw him for the first time at the train station, wondering how to get onto the platform, when he came to their house at the Burrow before her first year, how she had ran upstairs and hid from, how she had put her elbow in the butter dish, how happy she was when she woke up in the Chamber of Secrets and seeing Harry's face with a triumphant look on his face, the little contact they had with each other in her second and third year at Hogwarts, how she began to get over him in her fourth year, how they had started to become friends in her fifth and sixth years and mostly how close they had become in her seventh year when he was teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, he was the best Professor she had ever had followed by Professor Lupin, Harry's virtual uncle. Then she remembered the last time she had ever seen him…

It was a bright sunny day in the middle of May. They had been talking to each other about their problems and stuff all afternoon. They were on their own since Ron was out on a date with Dean Thomas, an ex-boyfriend of Ginny's from Hogwarts. Hermione was at her job at the Ministry as a researcher which took up most of her time. So they were alone for the entire day, just walking through a meadow of some sort in the English countryside. She had noticed, even then, that there was something that he needed to say, but looked like he was at war with himself as of whether to say anything or not. It was a pleasant and he walked her home, and stayed for a cup of coffee before insisting that he had to go. At the door of her house he had taken her hands in his saying goodbye and kissing her gently on the cheek before dissaparating…

That was the memory that she had of him, that they shared together, before Harry's disappearance. She sighed, an finally drifted off to sleep.

***

Harry awoke after a few hours of sleep, feeling surprisingly refreshed. He stood and picked up his cloak, it was still warm and bone dry. He wrapped it around his shoulders and began walking south again. After about three hours Harry spotted a small village/town just up ahead. He picked up his pace so that he could get to the town quickly and could contact some one; he had been away from for too long.

As he got to the village it was actually that he recognised as being in Northern Canada, the place was called Newland Town. He found out after a few minutes that this was actually a very small wizarding town. He looked for some one to ask some information.

"Excuse me?" he said to a woman he had just seen put away her wand.

"Yes, dear, are you lost?"

"No, actually I'm for somewhere that I can use to floo back to England."

The looked up at him suspiciously then she caught sight of the scar on forehead. "Oh my god…"She gasped "You…your…Harry Potter!" She said looking at him in awe.

"Yes, I am. So can you help me?"

"Of course dear, come this way." She led him down the narrow pathway and into a pub. "Hello, Joan. I'm have some one with me who needs to use your long distance fireplace." She pulled Harry forward. "He needs to go back to England. Does it reach that far?" The woman at the bar shook her.

"I can get you as far as Scotland, but it doesn't go any further." She looked at him, and she also caught sight of his scar and her eyes widened but she didn't comment.

"Can you get me to Hogwarts?" He asked hopefully. Maybe he could tell Dumbledore what had happened, and then get back to the Burrow from there.

"Yes. Come this way." She led through the pub and behind into a small dark room with a fireplace. She lit the fireplace and handed him a pot a floo powder form the mantle. "Here you go. We hope to see you here again sometime." He nodded and she left the room. He took a pinch of the floo powder and threw it into the flames, turning them emerald green. He stepped into the flames and announced "Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore's Office"