Disclaimer- i own nothing!

okay every one i would like you all to welcome one of the new writers on this account, a dear friend of ms.o's and mine, Ms. J.

Ms.J was kind enough to write this chapter. I added a few things, but i have never been good with what happens in this chapter, so every one please give an aplaud to Ms. J and beg her not to kill me, for telling you all that this chap was mostly written by her, i did not add to much cause it was absolutly perfect! SO PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

ducks, from ms.J:

Also tell me what u think should happen next?

That night James and Sirius once again brought Harry up to his room, Ginny never left his side, much to her mother's disapproval. If Mrs. Weasely had her way Ginny would be in bed eating, though Ginny did have some left overs as she sat next to Harry. As it became later and many people left Harry's room, Ginny's eye's started to close, she laid down on Harry's bed, fully clothed, and fell asleep.

Harry woke up that night, his eye's still closed, he felt the collar around his neck, and felt despair, thinking maybe it had all been a dream, maybe he was still in his cell, still locked away like an animal, he sat up and opened his eyes, to his great relief he was not in his cell but a room, a room he remembered that was his own.

Ginny woke up, as she felt Harry moving around.

"Harry," murmured Ginny, looking at her ragged boyfriend, Harry.

Harry looked at her vacantly. Behind his green irises, he was more than dead. Ginny's heart convulsed and she motioned for him to shift closer. The light from the fireplace in the room was warm, and relaxing. Harry moved mechanically towards Ginny, this was what he was used to, obeying.

He seemed untouchable, empty. But, yet, something in the way he looked at her gave Ginny hope. He was still alive. And he was here!

Tentatively, she reached out to him and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. She hadn't gotten a chance to really observe him since the rescue, and now they were alone, finally. His eyebrow twitched. He had such a beautiful face, really. It was now broken, though, and looked withered. Ginny wanted to break down all the barriers she had in her heart and, more importantly, all the barriers Harry had up. Something very strong must break those barriers, thought Ginny. Something like...

He sighed and leaned in slightly to her touch, Ginny turned her hand so that her palm was holding his face.

...love.

Harry closed his eyes, and Ginny saw his face relax against her hand. She saw his eyebrows relax, his forehead smooth, and his mouth open slightly. She knew that once those gorgeous eyes, with their long, dark lashes, were to open, her Harry would be back. Her Harry.

She knew that what this boy needed more than anything was love. And there was no one who could give him more than she could. But, she had to be careful, and she would be. She would do anything for him. And, in her, heart, she knew that through all the excruciating, unfathomable pain that Harry had to endure, not only in the past two months, but also in his entire lifetime, that he would go through the fire again if it would save the ones he loved.

Slowly, she leaned forward, watching Harry smile. A smile that began at the corner of his mouth and spread across to the other side, lighting up his visage, like the dawn spreading across the fields near the Burrow. His eyes were still closed, and Ginny could feel his breathing, slow and steady. Controlling her mad desire to jump on him, she leaned her forehead against his, her hand still on his cheek. Their mouths were inches apart from each other when Harry opened his eyes finally. The look he gave her made all those interior walls Ginny hated come crashing down. She saw in his eyes that he was just a little boy. Just a lonely little boy left behind somewhere in Knockturn Alley, in the rain, scared out of his wits. The fear, the sadness, and the raw despair in his eyes were too much for Ginny; she let out a whimper and gave in to that mad desire, entirely for his benefit. Harry needed someone to hold him, and by the gods, Ginny was going to be the one to do it.

How they met, exactly, was quite a feat, for Ginny made a leap and he caught her, and they became tangled in each other. Harry held on to Ginny, held on for dear life. They rocked back and forth and tears issued from both their eyes. Ginny's heart was destroyed as she felt his sobs and whimpers against her chest.

"I love you, Harry,"she cried, letting all inhibitions loose. "I'm so sorry for all of this, I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry, at the moment, was not exactly capable of words, for something extraordinary was happening. With every single sob against his darling Ginny, he was liberated of a single memory from the Death Eater camp.

Serge was not in control anymore. Harry was beginning to love.

"I love you," Harry said horsily, trying to calm himself down, but Ginny held onto him tight, he needed to let it out, if he was ever to recover. "I've missed you Harry," Ginny said as his head stayed against her. "And I love you too."

"I don't deserve it," he said,

But that was the last he uttered before his and her lips crashed against each other's and did not separate the entire night, unless either of them desired to do something more constructive with their mouths.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Okay so our Dear Harry is back, i mean he still has a lot of crap to deal with, and how ever will he get the collar of, will he? Hm... i like to have secreats and here is my bad news.

i'm going away from the weekend and will have not internet acess, so i maybe able to write, but not updating, till sunday night.

I will try and write another chap tonight as long as i get a couple REVIEWS for this one.

And next week i have an ap us history test, - for those who dn't know if i pass it i get college credit- and i may not have time to update, or write, so help me out, throw me some ideas, so i don't have to hurt my brain, lol

ANY WAY REVIEW!