Disclaimer: I own nothing...well that's not true... I own a dog, but that really doesn't have anything to do with Harry potter... I do not own any of the characters, and I do not plan to sell this story for any money (although I will take donations...lol). J.K. Rowling owns everything, I just own the Idea.

A/N: I know it may seem that Harry is a bit out of character during part of this.. but er.. bare with me... Its only the pink (fluff) talking. He's a crazy teenager in love. No emotion killer could suppress that!

HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL PROPHECY

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The halls echoed his footsteps from the headmaster's office back to the Gryffindor tower. The long empty corridors were cast in darkness with only dim light from torches lighting the way. Moon light filtered in through the window and spiny shadows from the trees cascaded across the floor.

Harry Potter walked slowly down the long halls, taking in every detail along the way. The walls seemed more magical, knowing that it would be the last like he would look upon them. Sadness filled his heart as he gazed at the Quidditch field. He had not played in many years. His life had been too busy for a trivial sport. It was one of the thrills he missed from his old life- one of the many.

Harry continued to walk down the corridor, pausing at various pictures to take in the full memory of them. He was trying to remember everything, but after over 7 year's school, there were too many memories to be remembered in one walk. The more Harry thought, the more his mind became focused around one person-Ginny.

She had joined "The Dream Team", along with Neville and Luna, at the end his 5th year. Despite the year difference between them, Ginny and Luna never let themselves be left out, Ginny especially. She was often found right beside Harry during any fight. Over Harry's 6th year, they had grown much closer. Teachers named them 'Partners in Crime', at school, and on the battle field.

As Ron and Hermione explored their new relationship, and Neville and Luna 'found' each other, Harry and Ginny spent even more time together. Ginny was the only person who really knew what was going on inside Harry's mind- the only one who really cared.

He sighed to himself and thought of his best friend. Of course Ron and Hermione were still his "best" friends. That was a relationship that could never change, but Ginny was different. She was more like a soul mate to him, a person who could tell exactly what was going on with out even asking.

He clenched his fists tight, thinking about how to say goodbye. "She'll know, she'll know something's going on." Harry said to the darkness.

"You know, talking to yourself is really not a good sign..." A painting near him called out. Harry ignored it.

Harry continued to walk fast down the halls. His nails were now digging into the palms of his hands. Finally he approached the Fat Lady.

"Do you know what time it is?" She barked in a very stern voice.

"Jobberknoll," said Harry quickly.

The portrait swung open and Harry heard the Fat Lady mutter something about "Inconsiderate children". Harry stepped into the common room, and was greeted by not only a warm fire. The curtains had been drawn closed, and the torches were out. Three shapes were lit softly by the fire, their faces turned his way.

"Er, hullo." Harry said, mildly.

"We were wondering when you'd get back." Ginny said, turning her head back to the book she was reading (Quidditch through the Ages). "How was the meeting?" she continued.

"Er, fine." Harry replied shortly.

Being used to this type of behavior from Harry, Ginny didn't question his response.

"Fine?!" asked Ron, very perplexed, "What did Dumbledore say?"

Ron hadn't taken well to Harry's change of attitude. He was used to his fun- natured friend. The two had grown apart in the last year. More Harry had pushed him away, then anything. He didn't want Ron or Hermione to be hurt because of him. Their life together had just started. They were planning to get married after school ended. They had their whole lives ahead of them. Harry didn't want his life to screw up any more dreams.

"He was telling me about the next battle. You know the deal."

It wasn't much of a stretch. Dumbledore had told him about the next battle. But Harry wasn't going to be a part of it.

"The next battle? What's going to happen?" Hermione asked, her head bolting up from Ron's shoulder.

The atmosphere in the room had become tense and alert, as always when they were talking about the war. Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and Ron started to fiddle with the loose hem of his robes. Ginny had looked up from her book again; her fiery brown eyes focused on Harry.

Harry looked at his three best friends, taking in everything detail of their faces. They were the first people he could truly be himself around. They meant everything to Harry. It was another reason why he had to say goodbye.

"You know the usual. The Order and Deatheaters fighting, and Voldermort coming to kill me, again." He forced a laugh. Harry saw Ginny's eyebrow rise, while she pretended to read once again.

"Well, I'm dead tired." Harry continued, "I'm going to bed, night."

Harry sent a fleeting look at Ginny, motioning for her to come up. He hoped the others didn't see it. She nodded, and looked back at Ron and Hermione.

As Harry walked up the stairs to the 7th year's Dorm, he heard murmured whispers from the common room.

"Something's off with him, I'm telling you." he heard Ron say before entering his room.

The dorm had not changed much over the 7 years he had stayed at Hogwarts. The five, four-poster beds still lay along the edges of the room. Harry sat on his bed. He traced his hands along the soft material of his blanket. His hand met a pillow Ginny had made him last year. It was green fleece, with his name embroidered in the centre. Harry had never told her how much he loved that pillow, or how he slept with it every night. He knew the point had come to tell her everything.

Harry's eyes traveled around the room once more, pausing at different things that sparked memories. His eyes landed on a picture by Ron's bed. It had been taken last year, just as exams finished. They all looked so happy. Hermione and Ron were sitting together, as were Neville and Luna. Harry and Ginny were in the middle of a 'fight'. Ginny was aiming her fist for Harry's face, while he was trying to tickle her. That was before the worst happened, before the war had REALLY started.

Harry heard the door open. He didn't need to look up to know who had come in. Her sweet perfume carried to his nose and just the smell took away the confidence he had prepared.

"Hi," he smiled. Only she could bring out emotions that lingered deep within him.

"So," Ginny smiled back at him, and went over to his bed, "Wanna tell me what really happened at Dumbledore's?"

She could always do this. She always understood. She had refused to be pushed away from him, and for a few weeks, never left his side. Deep in his heart, he loved her for this. She had stuck by him, refusing to be pushed away.

"Nothing," he lied again, it was so much harder lying to her.

"Right." Ginny stiffened and sat down on Ron's bed across the room.

"Gin?" He looked straight into her eyes. They were so beautiful. Harry could see the mahogany flecks running through even from across the room, "I, er, need to tell you something."

Millions of things ran across his mind. "I like your hair. You smell nice. I need a bath. I really like chocolate frogs... I'm leaving, and I won't remember you. No not that one...I...I love you." Startled by this thought, Harry began to 'look' for something behind his bed.

"Er, Harry? You needed to tell me something?" Ginny asked her eyes bright with anticipation. She walked over to his bed, and sat beside him.

"Well, I wanted to say," Harry stuttered it all out. He was searching for something to say to her, anything other then those three little words, those three stupid words. He closed his eyes tight. Every time he had thought those words about someone, they had died. That couldn't happen to Ginny. He would give his life to protect her.

"I some ways I am." He thought.

"I needed to tell you," he continued, "That I left my Charms textbook with you."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll just go...er...get that then." Ginny looked surprised, and exited his room.

"How could I be so STUPID!" Harry yelled to the empty room. He thought he needed a better way to tell her.

"A note!" he thought quickly. "A note would be perfect! Now, quill..."

Harry frantically searched for his quill among stacks of parchment. He wrote on a spare piece of parchment:

"Dear Ginny,

I know I've been incredibly stupid these past few months.
You're the only one I can talk to. You're the only one I can
'feel' with. You're the only one I truly love. I just wanted to
tell you before...something happened. I'm sorry it's taken me so
long to find out what's in front of my face." Harry heard foot steps coming up the stairs. He bent over the parchment and wrote with haste:

"I love you Virginia Weasley, I always will. If you don't feel
the same way, please don't let this ruin our friend ship. You
mean to much to me to lose. Thank you for being here.
Love always,
Harry"

The door opened just as he folded the letter. Harry tucked it under his pillow, before she could see.

Ginny walked over to him, and handed him his 'Advanced Charms' text, then sat back down on his bed.

"Thanks Gin. Look, I need to get out of the Tower. Er, do you wanna go for a walk?" Harry asked, noticing that he only had 15 minutes left.

"At this time?" Ginny raised her eyebrow for the second time that night, but she shrugged, and headed for the door, "You coming?"

Harry was sitting on his bed, still needing to grab some of his things.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute. I need to clean up a bit. Try to pry Hermione and Ron apart for me please? I don't want to see that." He laughed, it was forced again. Harry's mind had drifted back to the task at hand. His cool demeanor returned and the ecstasy from being near her left his body immediately.

She left the room, and Harry headed towards his truck, picking out his few treasured items. He would leave his cloak with Ginny, and the map would be left. Harry grabbed the photo album of his parents, and a couple other items people had given him over the years. He stuffed them in a bag.

Harry stepped back and looked around his room, absorbing everything about it. He looked down at his bed and noticed the green pillow. He stuffed it into his bag along with the other things.

Harry left his dormitory for the last time, Ginny's letter forgotten under his pillows.

~*~

Ron and Hermione were lying on the couch when Harry came down the stairs. They both looked very startled. Their lips were swollen and hair was messy. Harry could see marks appearing on Hermione's neck. She saw Harry looking at them Hermione blushed and hurried to cover her neck, before smacking Ron on the arm.

"I thought you were tired, mate." Ron said, rubbing his arm.

"I just had a few too many things on my mind. I thought a walk would help." Harry lied.

He had been doing that too much lately. With ever lie he told, it had been easier to say. Harry smiled at his friends. He tried to capture their faces in his mind. His face fell. He wouldn't remember it. He wouldn't remember anything about them.

"We'll be back later," Grasping a last look at his best friends, Harry walked out of the common room with Ginny in tow.

Ginny slipped her arm in his as they hid under the cloke. It had become a habit of their, these midnight walks, that their feet carried them towards their favorite spot.

"It's so beautiful out tonight." Ginny said as they stopped by windows.

"It is..."

They had spent hours here, just talking. It was a part of the school that was not often visited by other students. No class rooms were down here. It was more of a scenic route. The hallway had to be one of the only places on the school that weren't paraded by students all the time.

Harry gazed out upon the lake. It was barley seen from this window, but the moonlight still sparkles of the thin strip of water. A wind was sweeping playfully across the grounds, blowing fluffy snow about. Leafless trees swayed strangely from the wind. Huts and dissembled snowmen lay half toppled over on the grounds. The Christmas season was celebrated joyfully by the years under him. The young were still allowed to be ignorance to war. It was not their problem, and Christmas was a happy time, for them at least. Harry had watched 2nd years play earlier that day. He remembered the fun he'd have with Hermione and the Weasley's during this break. His friends' presents lay wrapped in his trunk. Harry hopped they would find them at Christmas. Would they even bother to look? Would they care? Harry wished the war was over. He wished he could be celebrating Christmas happily like everyone else in the world. A tug from Ginny's arm brought him back from his thoughts.

Their arms were still linked. Harry wished he could stay in this moment forever. He felt Ginny's head fall on his shoulder.

"Gin?" Harry paused felling her hair tickle his arm, "What I really wanted to say back in the Dorm...was..."

Her head left his shoulder; she looked up at him. Her brown eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Was that..." He stopped again gaining his confidence, "I really want to kiss you right now."

Before she could respond, he lent over and kissed her. It was such a soft, loving kiss but Harry poured everything in him into it. It was a release of months of repressed emotions. Harry grasped her hips and pulled her into a closer embrace. Slowly they broke apart. Ginny didn't move, apparently forgetting how to control her body. Her eyes were still closed and she looked very peaceful. Gradually she opened her eyes, and stared into Harry's.

"Wo-...whoa..." It sounded like she also forget how to speak. Her lips barley parted, and her tongue was making weak attempts at moving.

"I'm sorry," Harry said quickly. He again gripped his feeling tight, and stared out the window, "I just wanted to do that before..."

His voice trailed off. He had almost told her. Harry gathered himself mentally and groaned. It had almost been ruined; the whole plan. He couldn't let his feelings do that. He had to go. He had to say goodbye.

"Before what, Harry?" She seemed to have remembered how to speak again. Her voice was stern and questioning.

"Before I forgot." Harry said bluntly, "Bad memory."

He pointed to his head and chuckled. Inside he was crying.

"I'm sorry Ginny, forget I did anything." He said, "It was just my hormones. I haven't had a good kiss in a while." He chuckled.

Ginny's eyes darted to the ground, and then flickered back to him. Rage had filled them. She looked at him disgusted, and closed her eyes. Tears glistened in the cracks.

"You know Harry, I thought you were different. I thought I had actually meant something to you. I'm not one of your Fan Club whores. How dare you fucking do that to me? How dare you use me for some pathetic urge? "Ginny cried, her fingers were circled tight, and at her sides. "Don't talk to me Harry Potter, leave me alone." Yelled Ginny, then stalked away taking the cloke with her.

"Great," Harry thought, "My plan worked perfectly, and now I've hurt the one person who actually cared about me. What a way to find that out."

He had assumed that if she was mad at him then it wouldn't hurt as much if he left. Maybe everyone else wouldn't care he'd gone if he'd hurt her. The kiss... well that hadn't been part of the plan.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked towards Dumbledore's office. ~*~

The walk felt too short for Harry, but he only had 5 minutes till he was to meet Dumbledore. He began to jog down the corridor. He was much faster moving about Hogwarts at night when not under a cloke. Finally Harry turned down the familiar corridor to the Headmaster's office.

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Woah.. The second Chapter is quite a bit longer now. *Thumbs UP!* 2,900 words or so! ARENT YOU PROUD. Well, please review for any comment. I've read over this a couple times, but I'm sure I've missed quite a few errors. Feel free to offer some constructive Criticism. -Lianne P.s. REVIEW!! :D:D

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Tanj: After having Sirius die, him losing everyone close to him, don't you think he would be a little bit distant. Well I do, lol, and its MY STORY! :P:P Well I agree it had been one of his more stronger points, but now he lives off his anger and feelings of honor towards the dead. He blames this whole war on himself, so he feels every life taken was his fault. Your personality would change if you had that ridding on you.