There were too many precious memories at Hogwarts, his dear friends and mentors. He was guaranteed to see them everyday, he knew Ron would be right there in the next bunk when he woke up, and Hermione would be down in the common room, reading, most likely. Hogwarts was his comfort zone, something he didn't know if he could live without. Hogwarts also held something else very near and dear to him...
Ginny.
Yes, Ginny, how could he have been so stupid not to realize before? Albeit he was a bit distracted with the whole Dark Lord trying to kill him, thing. But, still, she was always right there in front of him, right in his reach. He loved her, he knew he did.
He feared, now, that it was too late.
What if Ginny had moved on? What if she didn't feel the same way she felt when she was eleven years old? He had, basically, ignored her all these years. Sure, he had been friendly. But had he ever really paid attention to her? Not until that night when Arthur had been attacked, and he noticed how the fire twinkled in her eyes. That's when he realized she was beautiful.
Harry sat there this June night, in the Gryffindor common room, staring at an empty fireplace. Wondering if Ginny was another thing that was going to have to end. Harry didn't want to give up, he was not a quitter. But what could he do if she simply didn't love him anymore?
He heard the familiar creak which meant someone was coming through the entrance. He paid no mind, and continued staring into the fireplace. He then heard footsteps coming his way, he tensed up, assuming it was Ron, or Hermione.
"I don't want to talk right now." He said to them, not looking up.
"Fine then, we won't." Said a soft voice, a voice that didn't belong to Ron nor Hermione. He looked up to see waves up vibrant red hair.
It was Ginny.
She sat down beside him, and took his hand in hers. She didn't say a word, just looked at him and smiled. It was then that Harry looked into Ginny's eyes and realized...
Sad endings, can come with beautiful beginnings.