Ginny sat curled up in a chair watching Harry. He was sitting on the porch. He had gone to the Dursley's for only one day. Only long enough to get his things. He was going to go off and start doing whatever he was planning on doing but Mrs. Weasley had insisted that he stay at least till the wedding.
Ginny could see half of his face and he had a far off deadened look in his eyes. It made her want to cry, and it made her want to fix everything for him. He'd been here for 2 days now and he had barely said anything to anyone. And nothing to her, it wasn't like he was ignoring her, but whenever he looked at her the hurt look in his eyes deepened.
Cautiously Ginny went outside and sat down next to him. Despite her hardest efforts she was crying. Yet she made no sound, but the trails of tears on her cheeks were unmistakable.
Harry looked at her and then looked away. He had the look of someone who had just been stabbed in the heart by their best friend. Almost the look Ginny imagined Julius Caesar had when Brutus stabbed him.
"Harry." She whispered to him. "Please talk to me."
Harry looked at her. She looked so sad and it hurt him deeply. He knew that he caused a lot of this pain. "Ginny…" He said searching his mind for words.
Ginny lightly laid her hand on his, not acknowledging the gesture for fear he would pull away. "Please don't."
Harry looked at her. She looked so helpless. "Don't what?"
"Don't go fight him Harry. I just couldn't stand it if you were gone to. I couldn't stand it." She was crying harder now but still no sound was escaping her except when she talked. Then you could hear an incredible sadness.
"I have to do this."
"Then let me help you!"
"No."
"Why? I can do it Harry. I can help you. Don't do it alone!" She pleaded with him. She was begging and the site made Harry remember his mother. Begging for his life. He sure as hell wasn't going to let Ginny die for him. He was sure of that.
"Because then you could get hurt. You could die Ginny." He squeezed her hand trying to convey that she couldn't go to her.
"You could die Harry. Wait till the end of this year. Finish school. You'll be stronger."
"I didn't do anything this year and now Dumbledore's dead."
"That wasn't your fault!" Her face was glistening with tears. "You can't blame yourself for that. You aren't responsible for Voldemort."
"I have to stop him. It has to be me." He wished she would stop. Hearing her made it even harder for him to do what he knew he had to do. And what if Voldemort won. What if he came and killed her, and Ron and Hermione and all his friends. Harry had to kill him. It wasn't a question to him.
"The prophecy doesn't say you have to do it yourself. There's no need for you to do it yourself." She had both of his hands now and was turned sideways in the seat. "We'll all help you Harry. It'll be better. It will work."
"I can't have any of you die for me."
"Do you want to die Harry? Do you want let him win? You can't fight him yourself. He'll have people with him. Bring people with you too!" She looked into his eyes almost daring him to break her gaze. "Others will help, and even if they won't I will. I know what he's like Harry. You aren't the only one who knows what it's like. At least let me help you with the Horcruxes."
"He's killed my mum and Dad. He's killed Sirius, and now he's killed Dumbledore. I won't let him kill you too Ginny!"
"And you'll stop him by getting yourself killed? Would you have ever thought of what to do by yourself the nigh Dumbledore died!" She was almost yelling now. "You can't do it by yourself. Dumbledore said that! Let me help you! I can't loose you either!" She said subconsciously shaking at his hands now. "I can't loose you!"
And it happened quiet like the first time. Unexpected and magical. He was kissing her. Breaking his promise to himself that he wouldn't be with her. That if something happened Voldemort wouldn't know to come and hurt Ginny. Not Ginny. Yet here he was on her front porch kissing her.
There was something different with her. Something that made him want to kiss everything better. It made him romantic. The thought of something happening to her made him want to remove her from anything that could ever cause her any sadness. And his heart felt like it was physically ripping apart when he saw her crying like this. And when he kissed her the monster in his chest purred.
To soon they weren't kissing anymore. Now Harry's face was wet to, with Ginny's tears. And sadly they both knew nothing had been resolved.
"I'm going with you Harry." Ginny said reminding him of the time she had reminded him he wasn't the only one who knew what it was like to have Voldemort in your head.
"Ginny..." He said exasperated.
"I'm going with you." She said in a voice that was almost un-defy able Harry knew that attempting to argue with her tonight would be utterly useless.
So he resumed kissing her. The whole time telling himself that it was only until he had to go. Only until the wedding. And the whole time his heart was telling his brain that thinking he could end it made him a fool.
Soon enough though Mrs. Weasley was on the porch. "Apart! Apart!" Harry felt a light but firm whack on his head and looked up to see Mrs. Weasley holding a wooden spoon.
Ginny's face was almost the color of her hair. Getting caught by her mother brought up a completely reaction than getting caught by her brother.
"I think it's time for you to go to bed. Harry Ron's room. Ginny your room." Mrs. Weasley said as if there was a question as to where they should go.
"Night mom, I love you. Night Harry." Ginny said, heading up to bed.
"I think you need sleep to Harry."
"Yes ma'am. Goodnight." Harry went up to his room, the smallest smile playing on his lips despite everything.