A/N I'm ever so sorry I haven't updated.... But I have experienced something so beautiful I needed a break to understand myself... I know I sound corny but keep in mind I am a jock! LOL! Truth is told it also took me a while to think of the 'goodness.' I new basically what it was but wasn't sure...

Chapter 11

News at Last

"Harry! You can't believe this, Hermione's family is moving to the town by the burrow!" Ron said glowing with happiness, "...And mom says you can stay this summer. That is if Dumbledore will allow it." This wasn't the only great news...

"And Harry! Gorge was found! He had a broken arm and he was found screaming at the Fulham football club!" Hermione said, she was in such a great mood. Of chores neither of these great information was the main reason... the reason for her happiness was that after the 'closet incident' she was afraid that something might have happened, that would change her life forever... and to her relief for the first time in her life (not counting the time she had miscalculated the square root of pie 3.141592645 1.5432...,) she was mistaken.

Harry was smiling, Ron thought it too be because of the good news, but Harry had other reasons. January was rolling by and the month of love was coming. In other words Harry was reckoning another 3:23 movie with Ginny. "You ready to go?" Ginny said coming down the stairs in a 'well fit' dress.

Harry smiled and he received a punch from Ron, "Pervert..." Ron said getting a start on his home work.

"Ron is such a prat." Ginny said laughing as they treed through the white snow. Harry laughed and Ginny gave him a puppy dog face, "You can be a prat too!" She said giggling.

"What is that Gin?" Harry said a tad bit too loud.

Ginny looked at him... 'Nothing...' she muttered.

"Tell me Ginny... tell me why I am a prat? Because I'd like to know." Harry didn't know why he was annoyed, or why he was yelling now.

Flash-back

The only friend he had ever had, the only girl he ever had a school- boy crush on, was standing in front of him crying, "Tell me Trish... why am I a prat?" Harry had said in a high-pitched but serious voice.

Dudley walked behind Trish flexing his mussels (some would call it fat though...) she held out her broken doll, "Because you're weird, you're mean, and you broke my doll!" Trish had always been mellow-dramatic for the few moths Harry had known her. She had grown up in a perfect family until about a moth before Harry had met her... her father had become an alcoholic. "I was always my parents china doll, there pride and joy, but like my father. You broke me!"

Strong words to come out of a ten year old's mouth, Harry thought. Why had he always been so sentimental? Why...

Present Time

"Why... Ginny why?" Harry said, his heart crying. "Because I don't have parents, because I don't have looks, because I don't have a future? Or because I don't have you?" Harry said, so much for a movie. This was dramatic enough.

N/F/Y Please review, if you don't I'll understand!