I know you want to read it but I hate it so don't be disappointed there's however still one more chapter.

The girl with the red hair was healing, her love forgotten she could move on. And she did, but Love can never stay hidden forever…

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Ginny and Harry where sitting together in the clearing in the woods next to The Burrow. They had gone out on a walk just after breakfast. The conversation was not impeccably interesting – just banter really. But they made it interesting with the way they looked at every subject. They had been there for about an hour when the conversation became uncomfortable.

"So Ginny, when did you get over me?" Harry was the one to blame for the discomfort. It was the hardest question he'd ever had to ask, but that was it he had to ask it. She frowned at him slightly and ran a hand through her hair.

"What – Why do you ask that?" She sounded uneasy as though she'd rather be anywhere else.

"You had that crush on me, didn't you, when did you get over it?" She faced the ground and thought for a while.

"Well it was such a gradual thing I didn't really notice I just… was."

"Oh." That's all he could say truth be told he was a little sad that she had gotten over him. To lose love like that must be painful.

"Did you hate me Ginny."

"Sometimes." It wasn't spoken with regret and he, after reading the poem, could understand why. They sat in silence for a while.

"It wasn't your fault you know." She said this all still to the ground.

"Wasn't it?" He tried to get some eye contact between them. Ginny's eyes suddenly met his.

"What do you mean by that?" She almost sounded accusatory as if she knew he'd found the notebook scrawled with "I HATE HIM"'s or "WHY DOESN'T HE LOVE ME?"'s.

"I mean I was the one who didn't – didn't erm… like you back." He half wanted her to blame him, to rage and storm to be angry. But she shook her head.

"You can't help the way you feel. Nobody can."

"Yeah but you can't deny if I'd liked you back things would have been better for you." She smiled ruefully at this.

"I don't know, maybe." Was that all she had to say? Did she not blame him for the chamber?

"What do you mean – maybe?

"Well maybe my life would have turned out a little bit better but I wouldn't be the person I am today." And Harry would miss her so much.

He smiled, "I guess your right." Some of the colossal guilt that weighed down on him lifted, so he was not to blame for everything.

Nearby two magpies hopped back and forth, the young couple blushed, for reasons they could not explain least of all to each other.

"One for sorrow." Ginny said under her breath,

"Two for joy." Harry added. She smiled at him, he smiled back then stopped, what he was about to do was mean but he had to know if she remembered.

"I've always liked magpies," Ginny nodded sensing there was more, "You know the colour of there wings they like change." For a fleeting moment Ginny's eyes went dark like a stormy sea, she knew, but then they cleared and her heart went back to normal. Just a coincidence she thought.

But Harry had seen her look of dawning comprehension even if it had now gone – she remembered. So the poem did mean something after all.

"I guess they do I'd never really noticed."

"It's a nice colour, it's simple you know."

Ginny's mind was working at a furious pace how could he know? He couldn't that poem was in a box in the … attic.

She got up so quickly you would have sworn she'd never been seated, she was furious in an instant.

"How dare you go into my – my private things, and look through my scrapbook?" Harry lowered his face to the ground.

"I was just… curious."

"Curious? Curious of a time that stripped me of my innocence?" She didn't remember ever being so angry. "And then you have the nerve to come out here and tease me about it?"

"No Gin I swear!" He was desperate for her to understand it was essential. But Ginny Weasley wasn't going to listen. She laughed hollowly.

"Swear what Harry? Why else would you mention it if you didn't want to tease me about it? You know Harry a lot of people teased me about that but you I would have thought would leave it be!" An angry tear crept down her face she wiped it furiously away turning away from him.

It was all going horribly wrong, she didn't understand at all but how was he going to make her see. He had to be honest with her, let her know what he felt.

"I didn't know." He said hoarsely to her back.

"Didn't know what?"

"I didn't know that you… loved me." Ginny whipped around so quickly she almost fell over.

"How could you not know?" She asked searching him for answers she didn't really want to hear.

"I thought it was just a crush, you know?" He shrugged. Ginny laughed that dead laugh again.

"People have been saying that to me for years," and with that she walked away back towards the burrow. And after that she didn't talk to Harry again – well once – but that didn't really count because he was the one who had spoken.

"Ginny?" She had been sitting alone it was the journey to Hogwarts "We need to talk." She remained staring out of the window refusing to acknowledge his presence. "Well then I need to say something to you." Still there was no reaction. "I've been thinking about this for ages and I need you to know, If I had known then, if I had understood why- I wouldn't have let you cry." He took one last look at her; still determinedly staring out the window, and left. And once again he missed the tears and the silent screams.

The little girls grown no longer in need of a hero, but know she ponders does her hero need a saviour of his own.

The young man can no longer stand, the world weighing down his shoulders. And that little piece of parchment may just be his last burden.

Argh I hate it I hate it! It's the middle step and I can't stand it! Please hold on the next will be good! If anyone's got any criticism or pointers review! It's the stress you know I want to get this and four more stories out in3 days. Oh Yeah!3 MORE DAYS!

The secret ah yes the secret well all will be revealed in time I promise!