Alright... I've decided to go on and do another chapter. I have a slight idea of where this is going, but the jist of it is to load Harry up so emotionaly untill he breaks down in Ginny's arms. :D Er yes... and since I've decided to go on... I've changed the title as well. I don't know if you noticed.

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Summary: Harry is out of the hospital now... Blind, and trying to hold onto life... and Ginny is worried.

Song belongs to Jars of Clay

Chapter two: In your Way

By M.C Doyle

It was odd seeing Harry with his cane, Ginny noted as he tapped his way to the great hall. Long had the school been turned into a Headquarters for the Order. No students lined the halls for class or messed around in the classrooms. However, Ron, Hermione and Ginny still sat at was once was the Gryffindor table, eating their breakfast in silence.

However that silence had broken by the tapping of Harry's cane, and his loud voice booming over the tables.

"Ron? ''Mione? Gin?" He called out, and the three stood.

"Over here, Mate." Ron called back, waving his arm to him. Hermione grabbed it, with a look that reminded him of Harry's blindness. Harry gave a weak smile and knocked into a table. Ginny bit her lip and stood quickly. In a few moments she was at his arm, and he let the cane drop to his side.

"Thanks, Gin."

She knew he didn't mean it, because deep down she knew he's rather see her face instead. She helped him into his seat, before he looked to his side, away from Ginny.

"Harry?" Ginny touched his arm. When Harry spoke her heart broke.

"Are we near the windows?" he asked, Ron looked to Hermione, and Ginny. He answered for his sister knowing she didn't dare speak. "Yeah, Harry." he lied.

Harry gave a small smile. "If it's sunny out... could you open the windows?"

Ron looked to the windows, the rain pelting against the cold panes, and sighed. "It's raining, Mate..." he said softly. Harry gave a short bitter laugh.

"Figures..." his face softened as quickly as it hardened. His hand brushed the table and he laughed. "Where's my spoon?" Ginny laughed as well, and placed the offending object in his calloused, hardened palm, with a shaky hand.

She had heard Harry's laugh... and it chilled her more than the rain or his sightless eyes. It chilled her because... It wasn't his laugh. It wasn't the laugh that he used when they were teasing Ron about spiders or Hermione about her books. Neither was it the laugh he used when they played Quidditch, or- Or when he laughed with her. As the talk turned to the Chudley Cannons, Hermione and Ron got into a playful bicker, and Harry's eyes went back to the windows.

You sit and stare out at the sky
And think of ways to fake a smile

Harry left the Great Hall seemingly alone, although Ginny followed close behind, her bare feet making no noise. The tapping of his cane became louder as they went out into the halls. Peeves floated by, but strangely didn't try anything. Harry didn't notice he was there, and bumped into a door. He stumbled back, biting back an outrage.

Ginny fought the urge of grabbing his arm to steady him, instead she closed her eyes and heard him sigh. After a few moments the tapping continued, and Ginny opened her eyes. His dark form was disappearing down the hall.

But life is never what it seems
Sometimes it only takes a while

Harry found his way outside and felt the rain on his face, his glasses no longer there to protect his eyes. He closed them, feeling the drops on his eyelids. The only proof that he still had eyes. He raised his free hand and brushed it across his eyes, and opened them. He couldn't tell the difference anymore, opened or closed. Sometimes he had to brush his hands across them to find out.

He heard he cane tap over the wet cobblestone and memorized the difference between it and the stone floor inside. He stopped a moment, unsure of where he was. He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned quickly and stumbled on the cobblestone. He felt the strange sensation of falling, but he never hit the ground.

I'm in the way of fallen' down
I won't let you go that far now

Ginny couldn't hold back any longer, she raced forward and caught Harry as he stumbled. However he was heaver than he looked, so they both fell to the ground. Ginny got the brunt of the fall, bruising both her knees.

"Harry? She whispered, pushing his wet hair from his eyes, as she laid his head in her lap... Did he hit his head? He stirred, and his eyes opened. The green eyes stared past Ginny with a sense of emptiness that tore at hear heart.

"I didn't see-" He said stopping suddenly. "I can't see..."

Ginny couldn't tell if those were tears coming from his eyes or just rain drops, but she kissed them away anyway.

"I'm your eyes Harry... I'm here."

I'm in the way of fallin' down
I won't let you got that far now

Harry shook his head, "I supposed to be there for you..." he whispered.

Ginny had started to shake from the cold. At least that's what she told herself. It was the cold, not fear.

"Stop shaking." Harry said, smiling grimly.

"Can't help it..." she said, not smiling in return.

"Why?" Harry asked, his hand search for her face. It found her cheek and cupped it.

"Because you've lost hope." Harry's hand dropped his hand and turned his head away.

"I never had any." he said, the hint of bitterness from this morning evident. "l lost it a long time ago."

If you think that hope was left behind
I picked it up a mile ago

Ginny turned his eyes back to her, knowing full well that he couldn't see her.

"It's here, Harry..." she said trying to laugh, "It's right here... I've been holding onto it for you."

A ghost of smile appeared on Harry's face, but it didn't last. "I can't see it, Ginny... It's no use."

Ginny shook her head again, "You don't have to see it... I'll give it to you."

She kissed him.

And I am running close behind
so don't give up and don't let go

Er yes well, that seemed the best place to stop it... Well was that incriedbly sapppy or did you like it. Construtive critasim is more than welcome, in fact I beg for it. I f you guys want me to go on I have another chapter.