Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters and alas, not even the universe. Immense praise goes to JKR who does own this and who created it. I'm merely sharing what I think should/may happen inside her universe while we wait to see what really does.

A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long since an update, I just went back to school after spring break and found out I have a mountain of homework to do (literally). I will try to update at least once a week, hopefully more often and when I have break I will update even more. It is my goal to have this finished in plenty of time for JKR's book.

There was a solemn silence in the room. People half expected Harry to start yelling and arguing again, but Harry simply got up and left the room. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had been hiding behind his anger for Dumbledore, and hadn't experienced much of his grief. Dumbledore's words were like a slap in the face, all the suppressed grief he had about causing this death of his godfather was released. Harry ran out of the kitchen and made to run up the stairs, but was caught by a small red headed girl who appeared to have heard the entire conversation during the meeting.

Ginny looked up at Harry and figured he may need some time away from people. She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. When they reached the third floor Ginny pulled him into the attic. "I found this little space back here where you can be alone and no one will find you," Ginny said pulling him behind some boxes.

Harry looked and behind the boxes a space had been cleared. It was large enough for two or three people to sit in with a few blankets scattered around. Harry walked in and sat down. He could no longer prevent the tears that had welled up in his eyes from falling. When Ginny realized he was going to start crying, she turned to leave and said, "I'm going to tell everyone you're OK and that you wanted to be alone. They will most likely assume you're just in your room."

"Wait," Harry said in a small voice, "stay with me, I don't want to be alone." Ginny was surprised, but tried not to show it. She gingerly sat down next to and pulled him into a tight embrace, as Harry began to feel his grief and let the tears fall. They remained silently embracing each other for a long time. Neither was sure how long they had been in the attic, but neither cared. Harry realized when he had calmed down that he enjoyed the feeling of being in Ginny's arms and having Ginny in his arms and immediately pulled away.

Ginny looked at him kind of funny, but didn't press the issue. "Are you doing better now?" she asked him.

"Fine," Harry lied. He was still completely devastated. Sirius' death was his fault and he had hidden the guilt behind his anger towards Dumbledore. But he could no longer hide. He knew it was his fault and his fault alone. As he drifted back into guilt world he thought about his first week back from Hogwarts. He had been absolutely miserable then drowning in his own grief and pity and frustrations.

"Harry," Ginny said tentatively, "it's not your fault. It's Voldemort's, not yours. You have to remember and understand that. No one holds you responsible for what happened. You need to accept that and move on, there's a whole world that awaits you, open your eyes to it and live it, it's what Sirius would have wanted. He wouldn't have wanted you to sit up here for the summer or longer remembering him and trying to figure out how everything was always your fault, because it isn't!"

Harry looked at Ginny with a shocked expression. "How did you know I thought it was my fault?" he asked her unsure whether or not he wanted to know the answer.

"I . . . I . . . I just knew. Harry I just kind of knew, like I just kind of had that dream. It's strange, maybe you're projecting your feelings outward somehow and I'm picking them up?" Ginny asked completely unsure of herself.

"I don't know how we are doing this, but thanks. It's helping. Can you please continue to remind of things like this and keep telling me it's not my fault? I have a feeling it's going to be a long summer and I really want to make it through without brooding too much. I don't want to shut people out either, I just kind of do," Harry admitted. "I think it's the way I operate. Kind of like Fred and George operate towards lightening up the mood with pranks to help people through hard times."

Ginny giggled. "I promise to keep reminding you. And I want you to know; under no circumstances are you to EVER keep something to yourself this summer or this year. Got that!" she asked her voice dangerously channeling that of Mrs. Weasley.

Harry grinned, "Got it. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I think sitting up here dwelling and grieving really heightened my appetite, what do you think?"

"Boys, always thinking of their stomachs," Ginny said shaking her head and standing up.

"Well at least I'm not as bad as Ron is!" Harry stated with a smile. Ginny burst out laughing and led the way downstairs.

By the time they reached the second floor they heard Ron and Hermione. "I can't imagine where they've gone," Hermione said in an exasperated voice.

"Neither can I, I mean this house is only so big. The meeting ended hours ago and Harry never came out of the kitchen. I haven't seen Ginny since breakfast!" Ron said, clearly frustrated.

"Hey Ginny," Harry whispered from the stairs, "how'd you know about the meeting anyway?"

Ginny's eyes grew and she started blushing. "I didn't feel like being left out anymore so I stationed myself in the corner of the room under your invisibility cloak. I followed you out when you left though."

Harry chuckled. "You are more like Fred and George than I'd've guessed. By the way, where are the twins? I don't hear them and they were here for the meeting. It's not like them to leave quietly and I don't think I want to go anywhere without knowing where they are," Harry whispered in Ginny's ear, sending shivers down both their spines at such close contact.

"You know . . ." stated a voice behind Harry and Ginny.

"You'd think they be more careful . . ." came another voice.

"About staying so close to each other . . ." said the first voice.

"After disappearing together for four hours." finished the second voice.

Harry and Ginny spun around and found themselves standing face to face with Fred and George Weasley. "Hi guys," Harry said tentatively.

"You know Harry," Fred said, "We should take you down to the kitchen. Mum, Dad, and Remus have been worried sick since the Order meeting let out. I should tell them that we found you two so close together leaving the attic."

Harry gulped audibly. He knew he was in trouble with the twins at least. "We were just going downstairs, why don't you let us face the adults alone," Harry asked hopefully.

"Oh I don't think we can do that," George decided shaking his head.

"When someone disappears and then reappears with out baby sister, everyone needs to know," Fred agreed. Fred and George grabbed Harry and Ginny dragging them into the kitchen while shouting, "We found Harry with Ginny coming out of the attic together!"