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Chapter Eight

"Come with me," Harry said, leading Ginny away.

"Where?" she asked nervously.

"You'll see," Harry smiled, and kept walking well keeping a strong grip on Ginny's small hand. They walked down an old marble stair case, where no one was in there pictures.

"Where are we? I've never been here before,"

"We, my dear, are under the north tower. Almost no one comes down here anymore. I dont know why, there are tons of empty classrooms."

"North..." Ginny thought about it fallowing Harry down. She had no idae there was anything under the north tower. Shurgging, Ginny fallowed Harry, "I'm tired," she wined, as they turned another corner, "Can we stop?"

"We're almost there," Harry said, sweetly. He stopped, and turned around, "In here," Ginny fallowed him into a narrow hall way, which lead our to a small court yard. Ginny's mouth fell open.

"It's beatuful," she wispered. Harry lead her over to a foutant in the middle. Harry sat down on the edge, and motioned for Ginny to sit next to him. She paused for a minute, but then sat down.

"What do you see?" Harry asked, looking into the water.

"You and me..." she retored dumbly- what was she supposed to see? Flying slugs or something?

"Look closer,"

"..." Ginny looked at Harry strangely, "What am I supposed to see?"

"Ginny Weasley, when you look at your refelction, what do you see?"

"Me," she answered, boredly, trying to evaded the question. Harry sighed.

"Let me explain. When I look at my refelction, I see a short kid, with messy hair, an annoying scar, and green eyes that too often he hears he got from his mother, with a scranny build, and a pale face." Ginny looked at Harry like he was mad. How could he see that, when she saw a boy, about her age and highet, with yes, messy hair, but it looked cute, gorgous green eyes, built to play seeker, and an even conplection?! "Now what do you see,"

"I dont know," Ginny answered, looking away.

"Ginny-" Harry touched her arm gentlly, "talk to me,"

"I see a short red head, with too many freckles, over weight, thought of as Ron's little sister, another Weasley, poor girl, who cant go a day with out brekaing into tears-ARE YOU HAPPY!?" she yelled. Harry smiled, which made Ginny even more anger- she had poored her heart out to him, and he was smileing.

"You know what I see, when I look at you?"

"Ron's little sister?" she snapped.

"No," Harry answered, "Ginny Weasley. An anamazing seeker, with wonderful red hair, beatuful blue eyes, who is losing contact with herself,"

"What?"

"I know Ginny," Harry answered shortly, "I know, and I understand"

"You dont know anything!" Ginny yelled, standing up, "Everyone predents they know and understand, but they dont! No one does!" She paused, and looked back down into the water, "I'm leaving," she turned on her heals, and walked away, leaving Harry just sitting there.

"Mr. Potter," Harry turned around to see Professor Dumblefore standing there, her bright eyes looking down at him, "A word? In my office,"

"Yes, Professor,"

-

Harry sat quitely, as she poured them both tea. There was a rather relaxed look on her face, Harry ran though every thought in his mind- was he in trouble? What? "So, you're wondering why your here, and why I too claim. To start off with, no your not in trouble." she paused and looked at Harry. Now that he knew he wasn't in trouble, in looked out the window allowing his toughts trailing back to Ginny, "Which is just what I want to talk to you about,"

"What-"

"Ginny. You're thinking about her,"

"How-"

"I'll explain later," she answered shortly, "I'm as worried as you are,"

"What?" Harry was truely dumb founded. Professir Dumbledore put down her glass, "Professor, you've lost me,"

"Ms. Weasley, Mr. Potter. I'm worried about her to. I've watched her actions,"

"What do you know about her actions?"

"More then you think I do," she answered shortly, "And possible, more then you," Harry blinked a couple of times- how the hell was she reading his mind. Why the hell did she have to be do damn confusing? Who on earth allowed there to be two Dubledore's, each as amuseming and complecated as the last- and more importantly- where was Ginny? Suddenly it hit him. Professor McGonagall has said so herself, a true seer was hard to come by.. could.. no, was it possible? "Yes, Mr. Potter. I am a seer. But I am more then that. I also have to gift to read minds,"

"Lucky,"

"Not really." she looked Harry in the eyes, "It's one thing to have a gift Mr. Potter, and a wonderful thing it is. But was is a gift, if you can not controll it? It becomes a curse. Something that you are known for, yet being to hate, because it bounds you to things you dont even want. You never want. But you always get,"

"What are yo trying to tell me?"

"Controll Mr. Potter. Controll. A gift on its own. I have, luckily, learned to controll myself, if I didn't I could end up dead, or in St. Mungo's, because I've lost my bloody crackers," Harry snorted- Albus Dumbledore was the only other teacher who was this relaxed around Harry, and open, "However, controll is something that Ms. Weasley, and dear I say, you have lost."

"I haven't lost controll!"

"Oh really? You spend your nights having horrible nightmares, your flooded by the memoires of those you care about in pain, when Dementor's come by you, you hear you're parent's final moments in life,"

"I.."

"Am as lost as I was," she sighed.

"Come again?"

"Harry, you shall one day have to face the music. But there are people there to help, which you may or maynot have noticed. But, one thing is for sure, that's certanlly something Ginny's hasn't noticed. First, give her room to claim down, and let it sink in what you've said. Then, re-asure her that she can beat it all. You need to help her Harry. If anyone can, its you," Harry was still lost, "Now, off you go, off you go"

"Bye.." Harry said blankly, getting up and leaving.

"Oh, and Harry- this conversation- stays between us," He nodded, and looked at her, as she looked at him over the rim of her black oval glasses. Turning back around, Harry left the room, questions fluttering though his mind.

-

The rest of the day went well, all things considered. I mean, if you didn't count the fact Ginny wouldn't face him, and Ron and Hermione wouldn't look one and othre in the face, just seemed to keep there faces down. And it stayed that way. For just over a month. Potions was even going well. Which, made Snape only hate Harry more. In fact, Harry had even manged to get 15 house points from a potions, a task thought impossible. Between School, and doing plans for quidditch(he had been made captin the year before)

Harry seemed to have to tell Hermione, everything Ron said, and tell Ron, everything Hermione said. Still, no really sure what happened between the two of them, it was obveous nither of them where really mad, yet they still acted like they hated each other, taking every hit and blow that was normal between the two of them, overly personal. Hermione left the room crying a few times.

Tonight was one of those times. It was October 21, it was cold, damp, and no one was in a good mood. Harry staired blankly out the window. In realty, his life was going better then ever: He was Prefect. He was the Captin. He was getting good grades. No sign of Voldermort. He was over Cho. And yet... he was miserable. It seemed like nothing could make him happy. Well, nothing but Ginny. Harry knew now. There was no doubt in his mind. Everytime he was around her, every dream consisted of her, all he wanted was to hold her tight.

The words, 'if you love something, let it free, if it returns, then it was ment to be,' echoed in his head.

"..that she doesn't know when to stop?"

"Harry, would kindly tell Mr. Weasley that he can't tell when he's lost?"

"Harry, be a dear and tell Ms. Granger that-" BOOM. The sound of Harry closeing the potions book he was 'reading' echoed loudly in the room, silencing everyone. Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry, who couldn't look either one of them in the face. Standing up, Harry began to walk towards the exit.

"Harry, where are you going?" Hermione asked, worried.

"Somewhere I can think, without the noise of a bicckering people echoing though my ears," he hissed. Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and then to Harry who left the common room, and into the hall, "Stupid fake fights," he muttered, making his way to the libary. But, half way there, he turned in the other direction, out to the quidditch pitch. Harry didn't walk into the change rooms, but walked the long way in, like a sectator. Was that all he was now? Just someone watching the game of life? Releaving a heavy sigh, Harry collasped on the wet grass, and staired up into the sky. A slight tingly sensation prickly though his lightning bolt scar. Harry was used to this now, so much that when it didn't hurt he began to worry.

Voldermort. Something that hadn't crossed Harry's mind in so long. The most powerful dark wizard was a large and he; Harry James Potter, was the only one who could stop him. But Harry didn't care. He felt so empty, so alone- what would it matter if Voldermort took over? He didn't really have anything left to fight for anymore. Or so he thought.

"Hiya," said a wispered voice. Harry looked to his side to see Ginny Weasley standing there. Harry stood up and faced her.

"Hi," he said fantly, and looked the other way.

"Harry, I'm sorry,"

"For what?" Harry asked, looking back into her now dark blue eyes,

"For yelling at you,"

"You had every right, I tired to make you face something you weren't ready to face,"

"I dont know why I'm here," she said bluntly, "I mean, I was really mad at you..." Harry didn't say anything, but just looked at Ginny, "But, but she talked to me, an..-"

"Who?"

"Professor Evelyn," Professor Evelyn had insisted they call her by her first name so there was no confusion between her and headmaster, "She told me the only way I'd feel better, was if I faced it. I just.. didn't want to face it. Face what I had become. What I had made of myself. I dont know what I did to myself. But, after I talked to her, I went, and I looked and mirror. I mean, really looked. Looked at what you saw,"

"What I saw?" Harry asked, gentlly.

"The girl who had lost controll, and was fighting herself for answeres. For controll. For a reason,"

"And what reason was that?"

"One she couldn't find," a single tear ran down her face, "One she never had. All she had was anger, and lonlyness. I've felt so empty, for so long, that I didn't even notice the slip." Ginny stopped, as tears ran down her face, "I'd changed so much. And not for the better. First, it was one or two sweets. Cut back here, cut back there. Then I started cutting out meals. Almost anything I ate, I threw up. The depression slowly seeped over me, as I relized what I had done. So you know what I did?!" Ginny half yelled at herself. Harry could tell her knee's where weak, so ever so slowly, he pulled her into a hug, "I got my mind of the emotional pain. And I cut. Not things arond me. I but myself. To take away all the pain. Something else I felt I could controll. Little spell here, little spell there- no one knew the better," she sobbed softly into Harry's shoulder.

"Ginny, it's going to be alright,"

"But it got wrose," she sniffed, "I tired to find out what was wrong with me- and you know what, I had become anorexic, which lead to bulimia. There muggle terms," she wispered.

"I know what they are," Harry said, softly, "They're dangerous,"

"And you tried to help.. but I just pushed you away," this was it, she broke into hysterics. Harry held her thin body next to her, "I'm so sorry Harry. I'm so sorry.."

"Why? You've done nothing wrong," Ginny pulled away from him, her eyes swollen, the tears slowing down. Harry reached up, and rubbed the tears away, Ginny let out a soft laugh, "What?" Harry asked, playfully.

"Your hands are cold," she wispered. Harry also let out a small laugh. He pressed his hand to his burning hot face.

"You're right," he agreed.

"Harry?"

"Yea?

"I dont wanna..I dont want them to know."

"Who is 'them'?"

"Ron, Hermione, Mum..."

"Ron and Hermione I will agree to, but you have to talk to your mum. She may understand more then you think,"

"Harry?"

"Yea?"

"I think I love you," she wispered, as she tired to nuzzle back into his chest, Harry placed his hand under her chin, stopping her. She looked at him strangely, but then knew. He had a misterious glint in his eyes. Harry leaned in, as did Ginny, and they kissed.

"I know I love you," Harry wispered back to her, before kissing her again.

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Awww :P anit that soo cute? :P:P Sorry it's not that long. I wrote it in like an hour.

Alright, well I have good news, and bad news. Good news, I got a new chapter up, Bad news, I'm going away for a month in 9 days. I dont know if I'll be able to update, but, at this rate, I might just have the stroy done by then- lol.

But, being away will give me time to think about the sequl, and all that goes with it. Oh wait- did I just let that slip? hehehehe.....

laters,
Oasis

Ps: THANKS TO LEIGH-ANNE HICKMAN FOR THE IDEA!