Mr. Harry Potter's life.

By: Metalhead13

A quiet evening swept through the Great Hall. Harry could hear the crickets chirp's as he walked back to his common room. The sounds of his night consisted of the sweeping of the wind, the cracking of the fireplace after dinner, and the cricket's musical rhythm. Harry leaned against his armchair and sighed. This was the one-year anniversary of his godfather's death. He saw a familiar hand above his head resting on his armchair.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." she whispered. "Do you want to talk?"

He shook his head silently. Ginny slid her hand down onto Harry's shoulder. Harry looked up at Ginny's face. She could see the pain and misunderstanding in his eyes. Ginny wanted to see Harry smile again. It had been a long time. Ginny gracefully let go of Harry. She walked over to the far side of the couch and sat. She patted the seat next to her "Come sit, Harry" She said. Harry slowly got up and walked over to the seat next to Ginny.

"Harry. please, talk to me." Ginny said facing him.

Harry slouched down into his seat. He put his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees. "I-I. I miss him, Gin." He said echoing the reinforcement of tears coming to his eyes.

Ginny placed her hand on his knee. "Harry." Ginny gazed into Harry's green eyes. He always had nice eyes. such a same they needed to be filled with pain. "Harry, Sirius had a path in life. He always wanted was was best for you. And in the end that's how he died. defending you." Harry bowed his head.

"That's the thing! He died because of me! I killed him, Ginny! I KILLED SIRIUS!" he screamed. "He'd still be here if it wasn't for me! HE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" he screamed. Harry stood up. Ginny felt a tear come to her eye.

"Harry! IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT! You did nothing wrong!" she yelled. Ginny stood up and was face to face with Harry. Her gaze completely set on his. She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sick of you blaming your self for so many deaths. Its no way to live, Harry. No way." Harry's eyes filled with tears. Ginny could tell he was trying not to cry in front of her. Ginny laid both hands on Harry's shoulders and spoke softly, "Cry, Harry. Just cry."

He walks briskly through the night. She's on his arm. He's in pain. Death before his eyes. Though on him. Depression sweeping over, like an ocean's wave. She's comforting him... He's taking this well. She's helping him out. He's crying. Ginny. Ginny. Bless her soul. Ginny Weasley. Time to die Mrs. Weasley.

Yes I know very short Chapter but this is only the beginning!!! MWAHAHA!

Right sorry. please review!! ;-)

--Nolan