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Summary: Basically, Harry is at a stage where he doesn't know what to do with his life. He desperately needs to talk to someone who loves and understands him. But how will he get to talk to his parents?

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"Argh! That freaking Harry Potter!"

Hermione stood in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, her hands balled into fists and held by her sides. Her face was bright red, and inside she was fuming.

"Ungrateful little shit!"

"Hermione!" Ginny hissed, gesturing to all the first years who had stopped their games of Wizard Chess and turned to stare at her. "If you want to bag out Harry, do it quietly!"

Hermione stalked over to a chair beside Ginny and sat down. "I'm sorry. I'm just so angry at him."

"Why? What did he do?"

"I've been bugging Victor for about two months asking him about Quidditch positions and whether anyone's leaving the team. Finally he offers a job to Harry and he yells at me. He YELLED at me!" Hermione shouted the last sentence, causing a few second-years to edge away from her.

"Don't worry about it, Hermione," Ginny said, trying to sound calm. "He's just a teenage boy. You know how those hormones work."

"No I don't! I'm not a guy, just in case you didn't notice!" Hermione had had enough. She stood up and ran out of the room, her shoulders shaking as she covered her face with her hands.

Ginny sighed. She hated it when Hermione went hysterical like that. The two of them had always been close, and after what had happened last year, Hermione had trusted Ginny with all her secrets. Although whenever Hermione burst into tears suddenly, it was NOT a good sign.

Ginny started to get up from her comfy chair to go comfort Hermione, when Ron materialised by her shoulder. His new broom was hovering in mid-air beside him.

"Hey, Ginny... seen Harry around?"

"No," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Why?"

"Oh," Ron said, gesturing to his broomstick. "I wanted to show him how Kevin polishes himself. It's a good example for other broomsticks, you know."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Kevin?"

Ron looked at her as if she'd sprouted two heads. "A broomstick as fabulous as this can't afford to just be tossed aside without a name."

Ginny sighed. Again. She felt a lot older than her sixteen years, the way she had to comfort Hermione all the time, and the way guys were hitting on her. Four guys had asked her to go with them on the next Hogsmeade trip, and David Keller from her year had kissed her in the Room of Requirement- which had turned into a broom closet just for the occasion- just two days ago, after Divintation. Ginny quite liked David, and she hoped that he was as interested in her as she was in him... except since he was in Ravenclaw, Ginny barely ever saw him.

And now Ron was turning into an obnoxious, self-centred snob. Naming his broomstick, for heaven's sake. And he made a terrible captain; fancy telling Seamus to throw the ball the Angelina rather than Patrick! It was no wonder Harry had ran out of the Main Hall after dinner, with both Hermione and Ron bugging him. They were supposed to be his best friends.

Ron interrupted her thoughts. "Hey Ginny... I have this thing for you..." He rummaged around in his pockets and brought out a very crumpled note. "It's from that Keller dude. Gave it to me to give to you while I was showing him my broom."

Ginny grabbed it, perhaps a little too eagerly, and smiled at Ron innocently. She knew how worried he was about her dating, even though she was sixteen bloody years old. "Cool, thanks Ron."

He just looked at her. "So have you seen Harry?"

Ginny tried to think of a way to get rid of him. "Yea... I think I saw him in the library?"

"Thanks!" Ron trotted off, his broomstick hovering behind him like a loyal dog.

Ginny waited until he was out of the portrait hole, then settled back in her chair and opened the note.

Ginny,

Meet me at the Room of Requirement at 8:40

From David

Ginny tried not to squeal. David wanted her to meet him! She checked her purple watch. Only eight twenty. Phew.

Ginny rushed upstairs to her room, that she shared with four other girls. It was very pretty, with pink four-poster canopy beds, and a dressing table for each girl. Ginny quickly brushed her hair and put it into a French braid. She applied some mascara and a little blush, then, fixing on some gold earrings, rushed out of the portrait hole.

She ran all the way to the other side of the castle, and entered the hallway where the wonderful Room of Requirement was located. She could remember all the times she had used it to hide from Fred and George, or to cry herself silly in her first year, when Tom Riddle was overpowering her.

Ginny could see the tall, lean shadow of David Keller leaning against the wall, and she rushed towards him. David had adorable dark brown, curly hair and big green eyes and perfect features that made him look like a Greek god. A lot of girls had crushes on him, but Ginny had always liked him as a friend... until he had pulled her into the "broom closet" that day and kissed her passionately.

"Ginny," David said, as she approached him. "I was hoping you'd come."

Ginny grinned sheepishly. "I wouldn't miss it."

David grabbed her hand, and Ginny tried not to show her excitement as he pulled her gently towards the Room of Requirement door.

"Come on," David said, and opened the door.

Ginny had expected to find a room elaborately decorated in pink and white, with a loveseat and maybe a heart-shaped box of chocolates. But the door swung open to reveal cold stonewalls and flickering candlelight showing something not romantic at all.

Harry Potter lay dead on the floor.

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I feel kind of bad after this, killing "the boy who lived"!!!

Stick around... who knows what the future will reveal?