Chapter 5

            "Harry, perhaps if you'd talk these things out." Ginny was standing at the door to the Headmaster's office. Her hand poised to knock.

            "Albus, knock it the bloody hell off. You aren't exactly the person I'd like to talk to right now." She heard Harry grouse at the elderly wizard.

            "See Albus, just as hot headed as the day he wrecked the office! No respect."

            "I swear I don't know why I let you all be restored."

            "Harry you love the girl, tell her." Dumbledore said in his calm voice.

            "Look, you practically ruined my life before, why should I trust you this time?" She heard anger there, unlike she had ever heard him use, even after he had seen her walking out of Dean's room that morning.

------------------- Four Years Prior ------------------

            Ginny woke a feeling of dread spreading through her. Her eyes fluttered open and she felt warmth next to her. She smile and turned expecting to see the face of her husband, Harry Potter. Instead much to her shock Dean Thomas's sleeping form was there. She gasped and realizing what they had done had scrambled for her clothing and mad a hurried exit from his room. 'Oh god what have I done!' She kept repeating to herself.

            He softly closed the door and turned to see the last person on earth she wanted to see right then. Harry was glaring at her, his eyes almost glowing with malice. She flushed with shame and ran from him; reaching the only working toilet on this level of the castle she bolted inside and became violently ill. Lavender Brown entered a few minutes after the retching had passed, and she was sitting on the floor feeling like dirt, the sobs wracking her small frame.

            They talked her and Lavender. They were never great friends, but when you have no one else to turn to, anyone who holds out a hand is welcome. She told Lavender about the loss of their firstborn, less than 6 months old, and someone managed to poison their daughter, because her last name was Potter. Ginny had broken, Harry had thrown himself into finding the person and making them pay. He was discharged from the Aurors officially for using Auror resources to further his need for revenge against the killer of his child. Unofficially it was because he was after all Harry Potter, and Harry had begun to see changes slowly taking place in the Ministry, changes he recognized as terrible things.

            He had come home from the discharging to find his wife leaving another man's bedroom, and she only had fire whiskey to blame. It was the one year anniversary of the death of Megan Potter. She had been highly depressed, and Dean had recently found out his mother and father had been killed in an "unexplainable accident". He knew better, they were attacked and killed. The two of them had sat there most of the previous night drinking, Ginny vaguely remembered telling him that she had told everyone she fancied him on the train ride home one summer, he admitted he had harbored feelings for her.

            One thing had lead to another, and in the morning she found she had done the unthinkable.

-------------- Present Day ------------------

            "She doesn't love me anymore Albus, cant' you get that through your thick damned skull?"

            Ginny was shocked, she had never actually said that to Harry, they had fought long and hard for several days and Ginny had left him. Harry would leave for months at a time, and when he did come back he was barely civil to the people around him. On one of the trips back he gave Ginny a small package. She opened it to find the legal documents for a divorce, she had signed them and wept for a week. He had even taken away her last name, requesting that she not use Potter again.

            "Ah, that is where you are wrong Harry."

            "Bullshit Albus, stop feeding me lies. I can't handle that. Not now, not ever!"

            "You do love her though?"

            "Of course I do, I can't not love her now can I? You sure as hell made sure of that."

            Ginny frowned. 'What was this?'

            "Harry, you need to tell her. Talk to her."

            "Look you people just leave me the bloody fuck alone. I'm leaving." She heard him get up. Hurriedly, she hid as Harry walked out and stalked down the stairs anger radiating from him like head from a furnace. She slipped inside the office.

            "Mrs. Potter…" Albus Dumbledore looked at her.

            "No, it's Weasley."

            Dumbledore looked down on her and smiled, "Are you so sure child?"

            "I signed the papers Headmaster just like he wanted me to." She felt tears threatening to engulf her again.

            "Ah, so you did, but Harry never signed them." He pointed to an old envelope on the desk. She looked and saw the damned papers. Curiously she looked through them, and found that Harry had never in fact signed them.

            "But – but I thought…"

            "Ah you thought wrong. Harry can't stop loving you, it's simply not possible."

            "After all the awful things I have done to him." Her voice choked with sorrow.

            "We have all made mistakes, I made my share make no mistake about it. I never gave Harry credit for what he was, and what he was capable of doing. I tried to protect him, shield him from Voldemort, and in so doing, I made a mess of his life. In an attempt to rectify this, I cast a single spell on him. One that would allow him to find his one true soul mate. He did. He found you."

            Ginny sat in a chair and listened to the headmaster talk. "Now the side effect of this spell is once that person is identified, they can never love another, and they can never betray their one true love. Sadly, Harry fought the spell, it should have made him trust you in a way he can not do with anyone else. Allow him to unburden himself on you, but Harry wouldn't allow this, afraid that what you would find out about him would make him ugly or unattractive to you."

            She was dumbfounded. "How could he believe that?"

            "This IS Harry Potter you are referring to young lady!" Black said.

            Dumbledore continued. "Yes, well – Harry made me promise never to disclose this information to you, but you know how paintings can be, we seem to…"

            "Have far too big of a mouth and not enough to do with yourselves." The voice was harsh.

            "Harry." Ginny said her eyes wide.

            "I'll take those." He indicated the papers. She looked at them and a streak of defiance ran through her. She threw them in the fireplace. Pulled out her wand and shouted "Incendio" the dry paper ignited and burned quickly. "What in the hell are you doing!"

            She raised her hand and slapped him hard. "That is for making me think we have been divorced for two years." She stalked out of the office.

            Harry felt his cheek, and glared up at Dumbledore. "I swear, one day I'm coming in here with a large tub of turpentine." He sat at his desk with his head in his hands, and eventually fell asleep, tears still trickling from his eyes.