Disclaimer: grrr I still own lots of stuff like the character thanks a lot J.K. Rowling (I have to ask you all wasn't the fifth book a little upsetting?)

So I guess I should say I need more votes for baby names but i'm not going to list them all again you can just go back to chapter 8 and read them again mhuhahahahah

Chapter 9(wow): month 6

It was two months since Ginny had talked to Sirius although he didn't have much to say (yes he did tell her "I told you so") and she didn't really listen to him cause she was awful grumpy that day. Since then Ginny hadn't brightened her mood much and she felt bad about it. To often she would snap at Ron, Hermione, her classmates, and worst of all Harry. Most nights they slept in different beds in different rooms. While Ginny slept almost peacefully Harry was the opposite. Not only did he worry bout Ginny but also nightmares filled his dreams and they weren't always about Tom Riddle. He wished he and Ginny didn't have problems especially now, he wished she would hum or sing in her dove soft voice again. Harry always felt he could conquer the world with Ginny now he couldn't conquer his dreams. Sometimes late at night he would put himself to sleep with his parents lullaby.

Harry trudged out of his bed on Saturday. Thank god it's the weekend Harry thought I really couldn't stand any more classes of course now I get a whole day of Ginny.

"Morning Gin how are you feeling today?" Harry asked groggily.

'What's that supposed to mean," Ginny retorted not looking at him.

"Nothing, nothing at all sorry," Harry replied sadly.

"I'm going for a walk, your breakfast is on the counter it's hot, oh and I tuned your guitar you know one of these days I want to hear one of your songs ok," Ginny smiled at him"

"Thank you," Harry answered watching what he said.

"Bye," Ginny said walking out of the door.

"Bye," Harry said back when the door closed.

Forgetting breakfast Harry walked over to his guitar. He had gotten it 4 months ago and he was really good at it. Unfortually he could never tune it so Ginny always did. He picked it up and started playing a song he wrote

This may be the last thing that I write for long Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you and only you

As I leave will you be someone to say goodbye

As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye

My foot is out the door and you can't stop me now

You wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it back

Now I'll take the lead, when there no more room to make it grow

See you again, you'll pretend you naïve, is this what you want

Is this what you need, how you end up let me know

As I go remember all the simple things you know

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope that you will miss me when I'm gone

This is the last song

The hearts start breaking

As the year is gone

The dreams beginning

As the time rolls on

It seems so surreal, now I sing it

Somehow I knew that it would be this way

Somehow I knew that it would slowly fade

Now I am gone, just try and stop me now

You wanted the best, it wasn't me, will you give it back

Now I'll take the lead, when there's no more room to make it grow

See you again, you'll pretend you naïve, is this what you want

Is this what you need, how you end up let me know

As I go remember all the simple things you know

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope that you will miss me when I'm gone

This is the last song

Will you need me now, you'll find a way

You want it too, I want it too

As I go remember all the simple things you know

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope that you will miss me when I'm gone

This is the last song

As I go remember all the simple things you know

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope that you will miss me when I'm gone

This is the last song

Ginny walked in the halls alone. Sometimes she believed that Harry didn't understand her. She hated it when she spat and yelled at Harry when he didn't even do anything. Once again the feeling that she never wanted this baby came up again. It's your fault you stupid baby she thought you mess with my body and my emotional side. Ginny had never been al that popular but now she was a total outcast and she knew.

I don't know if you can hear me

Or even if your there

I don't if you will listen

To a humble prayer

They tell me I am just a outcast

 I shouldn't speak to you

Still I see your face and wonder

 Were you once an outcast to

God help the outcasts

Hungry from birth

Show them the mercy

They don't find on earth

The lost and forgotten

They look to you still

God help the outcasts

Cause nobody will

I ask for nothing

I can get by

But I know so many

Less lucky than I

God help the outcasts

The poor and down trod

I thought we all were children of god

I don't know if there's a reason

Why some are blessed, some are not

Why the few you seem to favor

They fear us

Flee us

Try not to see us

God help the outcasts

The tattered the torn

Seeking an answer

To widen your warmth

Winds of misfortune

Have blown them about

You made the outcasts

Don't cast them out

The poor and unlucky

The weak and the odd

I thought we all were

The children of god

"God help the outcasts."

After about anther hour of walking Ginny finally decided that night she would run away. She wasn't going to hurt Harry anymore. She wasn't going to be a family disgrace.

I have to say thanks to all my reviewers and EVANESCENCE, BEN FOLDS, SINGING IN THE RAIN, THE ALL AMERICAN RRJECTS, AND BETTE MILDER FOR LETTING ME USE THEIR SONGS IN THIS STORY HOW DO U LIKE THE SONGS REVIERWERS TELL ME!!!

TANKI TANKI ~~ TRUE LOVE INC.