Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I'll have the last two chapters posted by next week. Thanks. ============================================================================ ===========================================================================

Harry had stayed with Mr. Weasley for a while longer, He had conjured them both up some coffee, and the two men had talked for a while. Harry had said his good-byes to Mrs. Weasley and Hermione, before he left the room. Mr. Weasley stayed behind however, determined to stay by his wife's side until her funeral.

Stumbling up out of the dungeons, Harry rubbed his eyes. It was around 1 a.m. and the emotion drain of the day had taken its toll on him. Dragging himself up to the Gryffindor common room, he climbed the stairs and collapsed on what used to be his bed.

His stomach and a stream of sunlight woke him sometime the next morning. He stared hatefully at the ray of light that filled the empty seventh-year boys dormitory.

How could the sun shine on a day like today? How could it ever shine again? Didn't it know that all of the students that used to live in the room were either dead or injured?

A loud growl from Harry's stomach, broke his thoughts. He hadn't eaten since before the battle. Mentally, he really wasn't hungry, but he knew his stomach wouldn't take that for an answer. Slowly he sat up in the bed, looking over at what was Ron's bed he felt the tears begin to form. Shaking his head, he stood up and made his way down to the kitchens.

The kitchens, which were normally full of life and energy, even seemed solemn. There were very few house elves running around. They too had fought in the last battle to save Hogwarts. It was their home too, he remembered Hermione saying.

He had a plate of sausages, strawberry scones and toast. Nibbling on the toast, Harry tried to clear his mind about everything. He truly didn't know how he could function or what he was going to do without his best friends. Everything about the situation seemed completely wrong. He knew he wasn't suppose to be alive if Hermione and Ron were gone.

Looking down at the plate, his eyes caught sight of the strawberry scones. They were Ginny's favorite. Anger flared up in him again and he send his fist into the plate, smashed the scones. Angrily he whipped the plate away from him, shattering it on the wall beside him.

"How could she do this to me!" he yelled, collapsing on the table. Running his fingers through his messy black hair he stopped and rubbed his temples. A thumping headache was beginning to form. "How could she be that selfish?"

"Selfish?" came a cold, hard voice from behind him. "You think SHE'S selfish?"

Harry didn't need to turn to know who that voice belonged to, but was caught off guard when Charlie Weasley hauled him off the table and threw him against the wall. Holding Harry up by the collar of his shirt, Charlie 's face was twisted in rage.

"How in the BLOODY HELL did you reach that, huh?" Charlie yelled. "You're the bloody selfish one Potter. Right now you disgust me more than Riddle did her first year! You know where I found her this morning?"

Charlie didn't wait for an answer, but simply pounded Harry back into the wall.

"She was in that room that changes with whatever you think about! You know what it was? She was back in that damned snake chamber, lying on the floor. She was so cold I thought she was dead. You know what her first words were when I could finally wake her up?"

Harry once again found himself pounded against the wall.

"She said 'I should have just died here Charlie. He shouldn't have come for me'" BLOODY HELL! There'd be a hell of a lot more of us dead if it hadn't been for her!"

"I know your sister, Charlie. She's not that good at hexes and curses," Harry said harshly. "I doubt she saved anyone."

Before the last word left his mouth, Charlie's fists had connected with Harry's stomach. The two men were quickly at each other, throwing punches and kicks. The two had knocked over the table and several bowls and pots before a pair of strong hands separated them. Harry found himself pinned yet again against the wall, but this time the angry older Weasley holding him, was yelling at Charlie.

"Damn it Charlie what are you doing!" Bill Weasley bellowed, holding Charlie up by his collar too. "Don't you know if you hurt Harry you literally hurt Ginny as well?"

A look of shame crossed Charlie Weasley's angry face, before he started pointing back at Harry. "He called Ginny selfish about saving his pathetic life! He told her Ron and Hermione's death was her fault!" Bill you know how Ginny feels already and this filth," he said gesturing toward Harry. "just added to it."

"She could have saved them and she didn't!" Harry snapped. "I'm not going to fit into her deluded fairy tale dreams."

Suddenly, Bill's massive hands gripped Harry's collar tighter, causing him to choke. Harry could see Bill had let go of Charlie.

"Tell me I heard you wrong Harry," Bill said, trying to pull in his temper.

"You didn't," came Charlie's harsh voice.

"She didn't save them," Harry stated.

Bill pulled Harry so he was face to face with him. "I'm not going to hurt you Harry, because that would hurt Ginny," he spat. "But I'm going to show you something you should see. After you do, if you dare say anything about Ginny not trying to save anyone again I swear I'll find a way to break that bond she placed on you then I'll let Charlie finish with you. Not everything is about you Potter. It's time you learned that."

Bill shoved Harry forward and out of the kitchens. Charlie followed behind them. Harry was surprised to find that Bill was in fact shoving him toward the headmaster's office. Soon the trio was standing in front of the griffin statue looking up at it.

"Banana boats," snapped Bill as the spiral staircase sprang to life. Grabbing Harry by the back of the robes Bill hauled him onto the steps. "Stay here Charlie," Bill barked.

"What? Why?"

"Just stay here," Bill said as he partially hauled Harry up the stairs.

It was a strange thing to Harry. He hadn't been in here since Dumbledore had died. In fact, he hadn't been in here since the night he learned about the prophecy and Sirus died. All the little gadgets and items that sat on the table still remained. Dumbledore must have either repaired them or replaced them since that night.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Bill shouted once they were inside the room.

Harry looked at the eldest Weasley son as if he were mad. "Bill, Dumbledore's de —"

But before he could finish his thought, Dumbledore's voice cut him off. "I'm here Mr. Weasley."

Harry's head whipped around, he searched for the source of the voice. There, up above Dumbledore's desk was a portrait of the headmaster.

"Ah," the portrait said. "I was expecting to see you Harry. Though I don't expect you were expecting to see me, being dead and all."

"Professor Dumbledore," Bill began. "You said before you died that if you died or Ginny's plan didn't work someone might have to bring Harry here. The plan worked. Angelina and Fleur told me all about it."

"Good. I take it they are both well."

"Angelina, Fred and George are in the infirmary, but they'll be fine. Fleur actually didn't use the potion. She saw me get hit with a stunner and thought the worst. But, the Veela in her kind of got angry and the Death Eaters got the worst of it. She got hit with a couple hexes and is St. Mungo's. She'll be fine in a few weeks they said."

"Good, and Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger?"

"They killed Hermione right away. Ron just went mad afterward. I don't think he felt anything that hit him."

"I'm sorry for your loss, both of yours. How is Miss Weasley?"

"That's why we're here," Bill growled shoving Harry forward. "She used the potion all right, but Harry doesn't know a damn thing. He called her selfish and a few other things. I think it best he know everything."

"I never wanted it otherwise since his fifth-year," Dumbledore responded sadly. "However it was Miss Weasley's choice."

"I'll leave you two alone to it then," Bill said as he left.

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively looking up at him. "I saw you die. It was my fault."

"Did you curse me?" the portrait acted amused. "Or do you think being in my 100s was just too short of a lifespan for an old man like myself?"

"No," Harry said looking down.

"Then it wasn't your fault," Dumbledore said plainly.

"I would like you to be really here though," Harry said. "I mean a portrait can't really pat you on the back or knock sense into you."

"Oh believe me Harry," Dumbledore's portrait stated. "If what I show you tonight doesn't knock any sense into you that nothing will. Would you get my pensive please? I actually planned on this if something happened to me – not that I'm a seer or anything."

Harry just nodded and retrieved the pensive. He set it down on the headmaster's desk and looked up at the portrait.

"Well go in Harry," Dumbledore said. "And hopefully you'll come back a lot wiser for it."

Harry just nodded numbly before lowering his head and going in to the pensive. He immediately found himself in the hallway outside the Room of Requirements. He could hear himself shouting loudly. He knew what had happened. It was two months before the finally battle. He was in a DA meeting and had caught Ginny Weasley falling asleep. He had lashed out at her – telling her if she wasn't going to put any effort into learning the curses and hexes, she might as well just walk up to Malfoy manor and asked to be killed.

A second later, Ginny came barrelling down the hallway. She was sobbing, and quickly passed by Professor Dumbledore. She didn't even see him as she past. A few moments later, Hermione past him.

The headmaster took a look at the Room of Requirement's door before heading after the two girls.

"Ginny, he's just stressed now," he heard Hermione say before she saw her leaning over a sobbing Ginny. "He didn't mean it. He doesn't know you were up late with the potion. He doesn't know anything about what you're doing. You should tell him."

"Sure just tell him I love him, and am making a potion based on that love when he hates me," the younger girl sobbed.

"He doesn't hate you Ginny."

"He doesn't love me either," she said crying. "I guess given up on and fallen out of love with are two completely different things huh?"

"Oh Ginny," Hermione said bending down and hugging her. "I think, deep down, Harry cares for you."

"But not as much as I care for him," Ginny sighed as the hug broke.

"Miss Weasley," Dumbledore's kind voice startled the girls. "I have been looking for you. I believe your potion will be complete in a month'' time?"

"Yes, professor," Ginny said getting up and wiping the tears from her eyes.

The old man's eyes held a twinkle of gentleness and understanding. "I want to ask you once again to tell Mr. Potter of your plans."

Ginny shook her head. "No. I don't want to give him something else to worry about. I'm not entirely positive it will work. I'd rather not give him a fake hope sir."

"Very well then Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said slightly disappointed. "But he will eventually learn about it."

"Hopefully, professor, we won't need the potion and Harry will never find out," she said as the memory faded out.

A new scene appeared before Harry's eyes. He was standing in the dungeons. A cauldron full of boiling purple liquid took up the center of the room There were several women, including Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, Angelina, Fleur, Luna and more there. However, with all the women just two men stood – Dumbledore and Charlie Weasley. Ginny Weasley, standing at the cauldron, held everyone's attention.

"Now remember if anything," Ginny's voice cracked before she cleared it and started again firmly. "Should the worst occur you all need to get this potion to the men you love."

Hermione handed each woman a necklace with a small vial attached to it.

"Everyone needs to add a part of themselves to it – eyelash, fingernail, even blood," Hermione explained. "The potion will be complete once that is added."

"Remember, should the worst occur you need to get this potion to the men before they die," Ginny said before turning her attention to Angelina. "Angelina, because this potion is based on the bonds women have for their babies and the bond of true love yours is the most difficult. Because Fred and George were in mum's womb at the same time, you need to give the potion to both of them if either is seriously injured. Your life force will be split three ways. Are all right with that?"

"I love Fred," Angelina stated. "I knew when we first started dating that George was part of the deal if we would to ever want to share out lives together, but I admit at the time I didn't mean literally. Still, I can't imagine life without them."

"Good," Ginny smiled. "I want you all to be careful when the time comes. If something happens to you, no one would be able to help your man if something happened to him."

The women nodded and started leaving the room. Soon it was just Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny and Dumbledore.

"Ginny," Charlie said in amazement. "What was all that? Did you really make a potion that would split a person's life energy? Don't you know how dangerous that would be if you-know-who got a hold of it?"

"It wouldn't work for Tom," Ginny said bluntly as she and Hermione packed up and cleaned up the potion and cauldron.

"Why not?"

"It's based on love – true, pure love,' she answered. "Can you name one single person who truly loves him?"

Charlie thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"You see Mr. Weasley, love is the answer to many problems," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes apparent.

"Why did you let me in on this Gin?" Charlie asked. "I know when this little meeting started you said no on but those in the room knew what was going on."

"Because . . .because. . . oh Charlie," Ginny said before breaking into sobs and hugging onto her brother. "You're the only one without someone! Bill and Fleur, Fred, George and Angelina, mum and dad, Ron and Hermione! What if the worst does happen? Who do you have?"

By this time, Mrs. Weasley was sobbing too and hugging both of them. Charlie seemed to just hug his sister tighter. Soon Mrs. Weasley broke away and wiped a tear from her face.

"Shh, shh. Calm down Gin-gin," Charlie said soothingly to his sister as he patted her back. "It's all right. I'll be all right."

His last comment only made Ginny sob harder. Charlie pulled her back from the hug slightly to look at her.

"I promise you I'll be fine. Besides who knows Harry just might kill Lord Dumbass –"

"Charlie!" his mother scolded.

"Sorry mum," he apologized turning back to Ginny. "anyway this whole thing might just last five minutes and everyone would be fine."

A small smile graced Ginny's face as Charlie wiped a tear off her cheek. He smiled before a confused look replaced it. Quickly he yanked a good chain out from around her neck. A vial full of purple liquid hung from it.

"Who do you have Ginny," he asked looking down at her.

Ginny blushed and looked around the room for help. It wasn't anywhere to be found.

"Ginny, you didn't!" her mother gasped.

"It's Harry," Hermione said, desperately trying to make the situation better. Ginny just shot her a scowl.

"You're too young for this Gin," Charlie said. "He doesn't love you."

"Rub it in why don't you!" she snapped, pulling the necklace out of Charlie's hands. "You don't think I know that? It doesn't matter. As long as he's alive and happy, I'll be fine. He deserves to live to have a normal life after all he's been through. I don't mind giving him some of my life to ensure that happens."

Charlie looked like he wanted to say more, but one look from Ginny told him the topic was closed. The elder Weasley signed.

"Come on," he said. "I'll help you and Hermione clean up."

The three then went to the other side to finish with the potion. Molly Weasley approached Professor Dumbledore.

"I don't like Ginny doing this," she told Dumbledore. "We all know Harry will take on You-Know-Who. I don't want her to be in the middle of it."

"I'm afraid she all ready is Molly."

"It's just heart-breaking," she said wiping a tear from her eyes. "I love Harry like a son. It seems all my children are in this war – even Percy wherever he is. Even if this all comes out fine, I think Ginny will still be hurt that Harry doesn't love her the same way."

"I wouldn't worry about that Molly," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "Sometimes the mind and heart don't always realize things at the same time. I've often caught Harry scanning the halls, unintentionally of course, just to make sure Ginny was around. It may not be much, but it is saying something."

Harry looked oddly at Dumbledore, before he felt himself leaving the pensive. Once again, he found himself in Dumbledore's office.

"Did you find the answers to the questions you had?" Dumbledore's portrait asked.

"Yes," Harry croaked. "And I found new questions too."

"Life never runs out of questions. You've been here a long while thought Harry. It would be best if you left for awhile and came back. I'll just be hanging around until then," Dumbledore's portrait smiled as Harry nodded. Making his way to the door, Harry looked back to see Dumbledore talking to other portraits in the room.

Leaving Dumbledore's office, he noticed that Bill Weasley remained in the hallway. Bill walked up to him as soon as Harry came off the steps.

"I've been a bloody fool Bill," Harry said not looking up at him.

"I know. You need to tell her that though," Bill said before sighing. "The funeral's going to begin soon. You were in there a long time. Go get cleaned up. We're meeting in the Great Hall before hand."

Harry nodded and sprinted up to the Gryffindor common room to get ready.

Harry made it into the Great Hall, just before the funeral procession began. There were many people around, but still it wasn't hard to pick out the Weasley's with their red hair. Scanning around as the people moved out onto the grounds, he finally found the smallest one – Ginny.

Looking at her, Harry was suddenly at a loss for words. Her oversized cloak hung heavy off her slender frame. She was thinner than what was healthy, and her eyes were bloodshot and deep with sorrow. Her skin was extremely pale and she looked broken – more so then what she looked in the chamber her first year. Harry realized that part of what she looked like was his fault. He had made her look that way, had made her cry, fret, and worry. He had been a part of all of that and hadn't even known or cared to look.

Suddenly, Harry felt more ashamed of himself then he had ever felt before. And he knew telling her he was sorry for acting like a jerk the last seven years and an ass the last three was not going to make things better really. However, Harry felt no matter what he needed to tell her how sorry he was and how wrong he had been earlier. He should have been thanking her for trying to keep everyone safe, not telling her how selfish she was. In truth, he was the selfish one.

Tentatively, he started to walk toward her. He had only gotten a few feet when a strong arm shot out and held him back. Looking up, Harry saw the angry face of Charlie Weasley.

"Please Charlie," Harry pleaded. "I've been a fool. I just want to talk to her."

Charlie looked up at Ginny and then back down to Harry. "You hurt her again, and I swear I don't know what I'll do because of that bond, but it will not be pretty Potter," he warned before letting him go.

Harry nodded and made his way toward Ginny again. He caught her just before she went to exit the doors. Grabbing a hold of her arm gently, he pulled her aside.

"Let go," she said softly in almost a whimper. She kept her head down and did not look at him. "I have to bury my family and best friend today."

Harry loosened his grip on her, but still held on a bit. He watched as Charlie shot him a warning glance before the elder Weasley exited. Ginny and Harry were the only ones left in the hall now.

"Ginny, I need to talk to you."

"No," came a firm, yet still soft answer.

"The two of us really need to talk about everything I said and about things that have been happening."

"No Harry."

Harry started to feel a little angry. Here he was trying to apologize and she wouldn't even let him get to it.

"Ginny, if you'd only let me – " he started sternly before she cut him off.

"Harry Potter," she said cruelly as she snapped her head up to look at him. Her stare was cold and dangerous. "You have beat my soul until there is nothing left of it but rages. I cannot stand any more. Like it or not my wizard's debt is repaid. We do not need to see each other ever again after today. Goodbye."

With that she stepped away from him and walked out of the main doors, leaving Harry in the shadows.