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Harry looked at his watch flashing 2:30 p.m. Hermione had been in Ginny's room for a half an hour now and quite frankly Harry was getting impatient. It's been 4 days since Ginny had spoken, and I mean really spoken to him. Not just pass the butter. It was absolutely killing him. He had just spent over 2 brilliant weeks with her and he was SO sure that things were going really well. He had started liking her even more and he was almost positive that she liked him even more than that. So he pleaded with Hermione to find out why she was ignoring him and reluctantly she agreed after hours his constant whining. Hermione must've figured it was seriously bothered him cause even Harry knew he never whined. And, well, that's what got him to where he is right now. Pacing back and forth down the hallway in front of her bed room. 'What did I do now?' He thought finally giving up the pacing and slumping down the wall so he was sitting Indian style. He began to pick at the carpet, 'Is there something wrong with me? Can I do anything right? What did I even do wrong?" the endless questions echoed through his head. Just as he was about to rip his hair out with frustration, the door opened to Ginny's room and out walked a solemn faced Hermione.

"So? What did she say? Why is she mad? What did I do?" he asked frantically searching her face for some sort of hope.

"Well it seems to me that you and Ron aren't as different as I thought you were. You're just as thick headed as he is and don't bother talking to her until you've figured it out."

She glared at him before whipping around and walking back upstairs. Presumably into Ron's room. She has been spending every day there since she had gotten to the Burrow. He couldn't get to one of them without the other walking out of the others room. If he wasn't positive that Ron would have announced their courtship in Wizard Weekly, he would've thought that they had finally gotten together. Alas that wasn't the excuse for them. When he did bother asking what they were up to they would pretend they didn't hear him, change the subject or completely ignore him all together. It was no wonder he was feeling extremely depressed.

'Maybe I'll grab my firebolt and go for a nice long fly around outside, yeah that'll put me in a better mood.' Only at that moment a crash of thunder so loud occurred that the portrait of The Weasley's Great Aunt Gracie let out a yelp as she rattled.

So with a huge sigh, he turned around and headed for which ever room Hermione and Ron were not in. Turns out they were in Hermione's room so after 2 hours of attempting to read a book, trying to nap, cleaning up Ron's messes, and doing 500 crunches, Harry decided to go down stairs and see if Mrs. Weasley needed help preparing dinner. When he got in front of Ginny's door she happened to open it only when she saw him she shrieked because she wasn't expecting to see him there.

"Ginny. ." his eyes lit up and he tried addressing her but she had narrowed her eyes and slammed her door shut in his face.

Harry's face sank and he proceeded to go downstairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was leafing through cook books.

"Harry! Oh dear what's wrong?" she asked shutting the cookbook and giving her undivided attention to the awful looking young man that just walked in.

"It's nothing Mrs. Weasley, really."

"Don't pull that rubbish with me, dear. What's wrong?" She patted on the chair next to her's and he slumped down into the chair.

"Well its just that Ginny's not talking to me and it seems that Hermione has taken her side of whatever there is to take sides for and Ron's been busy doing things with Hermione and I just kinda feel that im better off back at the Dursley's right now."

Mrs. Weasley thought for a moment. "Well Ginny's got quite the temper on her. Just give her a couple more days and whatever is bothering her she'll forget about soon enough and it'll be as if nothing ever happened. Hermione is siding with Ginny over whatever the problem is because girls are silly enough to do that and Ron. . well I cant tell you what Ron is up to." she said.

Harry wasn't sure if she couldn't tell because she didn't know what he was up to or she wasn't allowed to tell. Not feeling any better than he had moments before Harry realized he simply had to wait things out. So as an attempt to take his mind off his miserable mood he offered to help Mrs. Weasley make dinner.

She smiled sympathetically at him. "You can pick dinner and we'll have whatever you want tonight. You know this is the first time one of my children has offered to do something with me in ages."

A couple of hours later, Harry was feeling a little better. He had spent some real quality time with Mrs. Weasley but yet as happy as it made him the more it hurt him deep inside. He couldn't help thinking that if his mum was alive he could be laughing and talking with her. He had to push these thoughts out of his head though and enjoy the attention that Mrs. Weasley was giving him.

"RON! GINNY HERMIONE ARTHUR!! DINNERS READY!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed.

Just as Harry finished levitating the last plate to the table Ron came into the kitchen and started straight for the bread in the middle of the table before even sitting down.

"I'm STARVING thank god dinners ready. Where have you been, mate?" He asked finally taking his seat next to Hermione who just sat down as well as Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and himself.

"Erm well, I was restless up stairs since, um no ones really talking to me, so I came down here to have a bit of a chat with your mother and we wound up making dinner."

"We haven't been ignoring you! Do you know how hard it is planning a party with all the owls and all- OW!" Ron yelled as he jumped in the air.

Harry turned and saw Hermione give Ron the look of death.

"Party?" Harry asked.

And just when he didn't think he could feel any worse than he has the entire day, Hermione turned her eyes to Harry and began to explain.

"Yes party, you see George has this new girlfriend Tara and her birthday's at the end July, in a couple of weeks. George has asked me and Ron to plan a nice party for her so she can meet the family and all his friends. She's a muggle girl, very nice. . . she's Irish. Originally from the States. He wants something special for her."

"Oh" he responded and that's all he said for the rest of dinner. 'Tara? Who is this girl that her birthday is more important than mine! My birthdays at the end of the month and there hasn't been a word about it.'

The rest of the dinner consisted of Hermione talking about the new flat they would be moving into in 3 days time. Luckily Hermione didn't ask Harry any questions about it cause through out the evening he felt a lump growing in his throat. Soon after he finished eating, which was not much, he excused him self from the table and went up to his bed room.

He locked the door behind him so Ron wouldn't be able to walk in and turned around to walk towards the bed. He was startled when he saw Hedwig at the window with a large muggle store shoe box.

"What's this you've got Hedwig?" he questioned as he took the shoe box from him. He placed it on the floor and then brought Hedwig over to his cage for a drink of water. "You must be tired from carrying that." he said petting the owls head. Hedwig hooted affectionately.

Harry took a seat on the floor next to the old shoe box and opened the letter first. He recognized the hand writing immediately and was puzzled as to why Aunt Petunia was writing to him. He began reading:

Dear Harry,

I was thinking of you the other day and just as I was trying to figure out how to get this package to you, your owl appeared at the window in front of the kitchen sink. It's a smart owl you've got there. Well the real reason why im writing is because I was rummaging through some boxes in the attic and I found this old shoe box of pictures I took when I was cleaning out my mother and fathers house after they passed away. I remember throwing them up there because I didn't want your Uncle to see that I had decided to keep them and had since forgotten about them. I looked through them and I think you're going to really enjoy them. I do want to add that it has hit me that you're out of the house for good now and I miss you. I hope your doing well and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,

Aunt Petunia

Harry felt that lump in his throat grow so large he knew he wouldn't be able to talk. 'NOW she misses me? Now im living with people who treat me more like a son than she's ever treated me as her nephew and she makes me actually kind of miss her?' At this point Harry's breathing was becoming unsteady.

Harry opened the show box to find it filled to the brim with pictures. As he rummaged through them he saw that there were pictures of his mother from when she was a baby till the day she got married. Yes, there were even pictures from her wedding day in the shoe box. He saw pictures of his father that he has never seen before. As well as Sirius. He saw pictures of her and Aunt Petunia as little girls hugging, and he saw pictures of his Grandmum holding baby Lily which was labeled as her first day home. There was pictures of Aunt Petunia holding her just born sister with a huge smile on her face.

He was just able to put a silencing charm on the room before he lost it because for the first time since Harry was a child, he cried.

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Two days went by and Harry had barely left the bed room. He woke up after Ron had left the room and he went to bed before Ron could come into the room and try to talk to him. He left the room only for meals to be polite even though he had barely eaten anything in days. He hadn't shaved or showered but it didn't matter anyway since no one was talking to him, never mind walking anywhere near him. He had completely given up on talking to Ginny. He couldn't handle any more rejection from her so he ignored her completely. He wasn't completely oblivious though. He's seen the way Ginny, Ron and Hermione stopped talking when he entered the room they had been in. He felt their eyes staring into the back of his head when he walked back out of the room and he heard the whispering start up again as he finally was out of the room. Whatever it was that they were saying about him, he could care less. He, of course, had hidden the pictures from Ron. He had transfigured the shoe box into a match box that he kept in his pocket at all times. Occasionally at meals Hermione would ask him if he packed up his things yet to move into the apartment. Harry would say "not yet" and miss the looks that were given all around the table as he got up to put his plate in the sink and then head back up to his bedroom.

Harry was trying to sleep after lunch the day before he was to move into his new flat when he heard a knock on his door. He ignored it and rolled over to face the other wall. He heard it open and snapped his eyes shut.

"Harry James Potter, get up!" yelled a angry Ginny. When he didn't budge from his spot on the bed she walked over and ripped the blankets off of him. "Get up Harry I am NOT kidding."

"What do you want Ginevra?" he asked sitting up in the bed.

"I am sick and tired of you sitting moping around this house, only to go straight to this awful bedroom and sulk! What has gotten into you? You've been ignoring Ron and Hermione and mums ready to have a nervous breakdown already if you don't do something with yourself. You look and smell disgusting!"

"Gee thanks I appreciate the compliment." he said sarcastically.

"Cut the shit Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with me??? You guys are the ones ignoring ME. I just figured it would make it easier for you guys if I stayed out of your way. I had you ignoring me for 4 bloody days over something that I have no idea what I did wrong and Ron and Hermione are all busy planning a birthday party for a girl they don't even know! What am I supposed to do with myself? Then on top of all your guys bloody bull shit, I receive a letter from my Aunt Petunia stating that she bloody MISSES me, along with an box filled with pictures of my mum and dad that I've never even known existed. So as if I didn't feel lonely enough having you mad at me, the two of them ignoring me and feeling worse about myself than I've felt in my entire life, im supposed to walk around with a huge grin on my face and be this happy-go-lucky person that nothing bothers!" He screamed ranting and raving like a lunatic.

Ginny stood rooted to her spot in the bedroom. Her mouth was opening and closing because she couldn't find words to say. After composing her thoughts she spoke.

"Harry, I had no idea. Do you fancy a fly outside? We'll talk. Please. Shower, shave, grab your firebolt and ill be waiting outside," With that she spun around and left the room.

Harry felt some pressure rise off his chest after his small explosion and went to go get ready.

After he showered and shaved he felt even more human and it even lifted his spirits more. He dressed and grabbed his broom and went to meet Ginny outside.

When he found her outside she was flying around the trees right in the back yard. She saw him walk out of the house and he watched her land on the ground next to him.

"You look much much better." she said with a smile.

"Yeah I feel it. Ginny, why were you ignoring me all that time?" he questioned as he went to sit in the shade under a tree.

She followed and began to explain. "You mean you really don't know why I was so upset? Harry, last week when we were down at the lake I was having such a great time with you-"

"So was I, that's why I don't understand. . . "

"Let me finish explaining! Well I was having such a wonderful time until Luna showed up. Let me finish Harry!" she saw him open his mouth to say something, "I know you guys had a really serious relationship and all but when she showed up it was like you forgot I had ever existed and you ran over to her never to look back at me. You hurt me Harry."

"Oh my, I really am just as thick headed as Ron! I'm so sorry about that Ginny. I didn't even realize what I had done. I'm sorry to say this too but I didn't even notice you had left early until we walked back into the house for dinner and I saw you with your mother. Ginny Im so sorry I was a real wanker for that."

"I wouldn't say you were a wanker . . okay yes I would but that seems like nothing compared to what you've been dealing with and im sorry for being so selfish and not realizing that other things were bothering you after a while." she said putting her hand over his and looking him in the eye.

"I couldn't expect you to know something was wrong Ginny." Their faces were slowly getting closer to each others. Their eyes were locked together as he stared into her ginger brown eyes.

"I feel terrible for ignoring you Ginny . . ." He could feel her breath on his face.

"Don't Harry, I shouldn't have been such a prat myself. . ."

Their lips were almost touching. . .

"I really like you Ginny" he said and before he knew it, she had firmly pressed her lips against his.

Their kiss only lasted a few moments before they pulled away.

He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Now what?" she questioned as the smile danced on her lips.

"How about going for that fly?" he jumped up.

He grabbed her hand and helped her up.

"Oh and Harry? That birthday party is really for Tara and mostly you. Just don't let them know I told you!"

As he kicked off the ground he knew that things were going to be okay now. Living in today was the only way to live. It's not worth it to dwell in the past and wonder about all the what if's in the world. He knew that he had to take every day for what it was and today had turned out to be the best one of the summer as of yet.

Authors Note: I messed up the chapters so im not going to state which chapter i is anymore, just name them.

Okay so I've finally got the reviews I've been waiting for and I just want to say thank you to everyone but I also want to clear a couple of things up. I am clearly writing this for entertainment only. I am NOT a writer, I never plan on BEING a writer and I quite frankly HATE writing (unless its something fun like this). I do want to apologize though for the grammatical mistakes that I make while writing this fan fiction. I don't usually read over what I wrote afterwards because I want to get the chapter posted as soon as possible for those whom actually wait for it to be up. I'll try my hardest to find the time to start reading them over. Im going to warn everyone that with my next semester at school starting up, I probably wont be re reading everything before I post it because ill have other papers to be writing. Im pleading with you not to take the story to seriously. If you want some great Harry Potter writing, please read the actually series. I, like all other fan fiction writers, am putting my own twist on the characters. Hence, Aunt Petunia's new found feelings of sympathy and, perhaps, love towards her nephew. Though I do actually think that she will, in fact, love him by the end of the real series. Remember im skipping 2 years here in which I can only assume certain things happened. As for my "netspeaking" I apologize for that too, its just that I'm so used to writing in such a matter that it's hard for me to catch the mistakes when im really into what im writing. Please continue to enjoy the story because there's a lot of great things ahead for the trio. Please continue to review (good and bad) and ill try not to take it to heart. I will address anything that I feel needs to be clarified. I fixed the first chap to say Prologue NOT Epilogue (thanks Panda Slippers, I had a brain fart!) And im going to continue to fix my mistakes in the previous chapters. Thank you guys again!!!!!!!!! I also promise the next Author's Note wont be as long either!