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It had been about two weeks since they had made the deal. Ginny was gradually getting used to living with Harry, or Mr. Walsh. She had his routine memorized by now. He would get up in the morning and make breakfast for both of them. She really didn't like to have cereal every morning, but she remained silent, she knew in his own ways Harry was still trying to prove himself.
He was proud of the fact that he contributed to breakfast, and Ginny let him have it. He didn't need to any more though, not in Ginny's eyes. He had done that already. The first time he had saved her life in her first year, she had felt guilty for her actions. But as years went by she had noticed Harry's special trait. There was no other way to describe it. She had heard Hermione say that he had this "saving people thing" but Ginny knew better. It was something that came from deep inside. It was as though he was born with it, it was the kind of feeling you get at Christmas when you want to get out there and feed the poor, give out clothes and food in the food bank, and you don't feel smug about it, you feel contended. It seemed Harry always had that feeling with him and if it even brought as much happiness as the Christmas feeling she would have felt proud to have that as well. She knew it came with a price though and staring at Harry's hollow eyes across hers she knew, she had to get him to open up.
After breakfast he would say he went for his job, but Ginny knew better. Dumbledore had already informed her of all of Harry's activities in a letter two weeks ago. No he would go to the park that was ten blocks away, let go of his stick open his glasses and run. That park was usually deserted and had long green grass growing. He would run like there was no tomorrow. Run like the free wind in the sky . Ginny assumed that it was because he wanted to get back the feeling, of being one with the wind. The feeling one can only get through flying…. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she remembered Harry flying with a lop sided grin on his face. His voice echoed in her ears "Ginny come on! Are you a chicken! let's go higher Ginny higher !" he had laughed as he kept elevating himself. That was their last summer spent together at the burrow. Was that three years ago… He had always wanted to go high beyond the reach of anyone, escape this world ...him and the sky… Ginny had a sad smile on her face as she watched him running his hair flying backwards his hands grazing the grass.
She would make lunch for both of them and dinner as well. One day Harry had slipped out her mother's name, when having the pudding she had made for desert. "Mrs. Weasley, used to make the best puddings ever " He had blurted, she had gasped silently listening to her mother's name coming out his lips. She watched as his excitement dimmed down. "You know Miss. Smith. She was the only mother I ever knew. "His voice was quiet.
Ginny knew she shouldn't prod but she couldn't help asking
"Where is she now?" He had ignored her question and went back to eating silently. He would never call her Diane always Miss. Smith. She guessed it was the sound of her voice the made her seem that old. They barely spoke to each other except for snippets of conversations about the weather here and there. Some days she felt as though they merely coexisted in the same house.
At night she would sometimes find him asleep in the couch. The other night she had almost given up her restrain and run her fingers through his hair, and stroked his forehead where the scar had been, but his hands caught hers. " Is that you Miss. Smith" She had nodded but remembering his condition she whispered a hasty " yes" . She had felt him feel her hands.
" You are not old" he stated more to himself than her. " You have smooth hands .." he stopped abruptly as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. After a lapse of silence " Do you want to go have coffee with me tomorrow Miss Smith? I feel like I am keeping you here as a prisoner… and I do not want to do that to any one" he whispered.
She wanted to say no. She didn't want to get humiliated in another coffee shop but for his sake she had agreed.
And here they were sitting at the coffee shop. She prayed to god that no one would ruin this date.. date? Well it was in a way. But as usual she heard snickering around her . " O gosh this place is like a freakzoid! " The man came up behind harry. " Good thing you are blind man or looking at that red headed freak there you would want to puke".. Ginny blinked her tears away and set a stone face. She would be strong, but she could tell Harry was fuming. The energy was vibrant around him . " Let's go Home Mr. Walsh" she urged holding one of Harry's wrist.
But Harry was mad. This was the first time a person other than his known family had accepted him and this man had insulted her. He couldn't see his housekeeper but he could feel her purity in the way she talked to him, laughed with him, touched him, he said remembering that night…. Only one person had ever done that to him.. He turned around and sensing the position of the guy punched him right on the nose. Lots of glasses had cracked.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "Harry do you want Witch Weekly to get here?" she said so silently he almost though he imagined hearing his name. But she said it again " please harry , please I am not worth it. "
His mind was jammed. He grabbed her hand and walked swiftly back to their apartment. Once inside he shut the door and he pushed her against the wall. Ginny's breath hitched in her throat as he traced his finger down her unscarred side of the face " Ginny…" he whispered.
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