So this one isnt as sad as the other one but i dont think its as good. yet again, another romance...thats about all i can write i guess. happy trails to u all! and yes i did take the title from the band "no use for a name." i know i really shouldnt do that but im horrible with titles. but since i told everyone that its wasnt my idea i really cant get in trouble for that right? i hope so.


"Ginny, are you ready? Everyone's waiting," Hermione said, poking her head in the door.

Ginny nodded excitedly for a moment, then stopped, shaking her head miserably.

"Uh-oh," breathed Hermione as she stepped all the way into the room. "What's the matter?"

Turning to face the mirror, Ginny shrugged.

"Cold feet?"

She shook her head, never taking her eyes off her reflection. Here she was, wearing a gorgeous bridal gown, her hair done beautifully by her mother, with a man who loved her waiting, and she was having second thoughts.

"Nerves?" pressed Hermione.

Again, Ginny shook her head.

"Well, what then?" asked Hermione exasperatedly.

Whirling around, Ginny answered, "This just doesn't feel right. Look, I know Anthony loves me, but this just isn't right!" She paused. "If Harry was here—."

"So that's what this is about. Hang on a second."

Hermione walked back out into the sanctuary. Ginny heard her say nervously, "One minute, please. Minor crisis. No, Anthony, you can't see her! You know that's bad luck.

"Alright. Now, Ginny, we need to talk," Hermione said, sitting in a chair in a corner and patting the seat next to her, indicating that Ginny should sit as well.

"This is going to sound horribly rude and mean of me, but it needs to be said. Harry's not coming back, Ginny. He's dead. You can't change that, so get used to it."

Ginny turned her face away to hide the tears streaming down her cheeks. Whatever Hermione was saying didn't matter anymore. Ginny was thinking back to the day when everything ended.


Harry stumbled to his feet and dragged himself to Ginny. He threw his arms around her and leaned heavily on her. "It's over," he whispered into her neck as she held him. "He's gone."

Neither noticed the presence of another person. Mistaken for dead, Bellatrix Lestrange crept toward the pair drawing for her belt a dagger she always kept with her.

In the blink of an eye, she's thrust the knife into Harry's back. Ginny let go as she felt him tense up and noticed Harry's blood oozing over her hands. Harry slid to his knees and Ginny finally caught sight of Bellatrix, whose face was lit with a triumphant grin.

Ginny fumbled for her wand. "Stupify!" she cried, knocking Lestrange off her feet.

"Harry," Ginny whispered as she knelt beside her bleeding friend.

"Ginny, you need to get yourself out," he rasped, stroking her cheek. "Go, now."

"No," she said stubbornly. "I'm going to find help."

She started to stand but Harry pulled her back down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Go now!" he said again.

"I'll be back, I promise," she shouted as she tore form the room. Outside, no one could be found. Cursing, she pulled out her wand and Apparated to Hogsmead. When she finally reappeared, she took off running up the sloping hills towards Hogwarts, wishing she could run faster, or fly, or something.

By the time she returned with help, Harry and Bellatrix had both disappeared.

At first, Ginny had held out hope that he might return, but after a year of nothing it finally sank in. She'd shared her first and last kiss with Harry that night, and he wouldn't be coming back again.


"Ginny, are you even listening?" Hermione asked, jolting her from her thoughts.

Ginny turned to face her, tears streaming down her face and splashing over onto her hands clenched in her lap.

"Oh, Gin, don't cry. You don't have to go through with this."

Ginny stood and wiped her eyes. "You're right, Mione. Harry's not coming back…How's my make up?"

"Lovely," said Hermione, beaming.

The walk down the aisle was the longest thing Ginny had ever experienced. All the while, she kept her eyes staring stonily ahead. Then all the sudden, she stood next to Anthony, hand-in-hand. They priest had asked all gathered if there were any objections and he attention was now turned to Ginny.

"Do you, Ginerva Weasley, take…"

Ginny was off again, thinking back to her days at Hogwarts. She shook her head and shouted, "No!"

She looked around as everyone gaped at her, stunned.

"Ginny?" Anthony said, staring wide-eyed at her. "What do you mean?"

Ginny looked to Hermione. She shrugged helplessly and turned back to Anthony.

"I can't. I'm sorry, but I just…I can't."

And with that, she took off out a side door. She ran at first, where she didn't know. When she could run no more, she collapsed on a nearby bench.

Gazing around, she found herself in a park. A black-haired man was staring at her with a worried expression.

She hid her face in her hands, embarrassed.

"Excuse me, miss," said the strange man, taking the seat next to her, "but what's the matter?"

Ginny didn't answer. Instead she kept her face in her hands. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Tissue?" the man asked.

Ginny accepted, refusing to look at the stranger. "Thanks," she sniffed, wiping her eyes.

"So enlighten a curious stranger. What's a beautiful girl like you doing, crying her eyes out on a park bench on her wedding day?"

"How did you know?"

The man laughed, a laugh strangely familiar to Ginny, and then answered, "The dress."

Ginny shook her head. It just couldn't be. And yet…the black hair and brilliant green eyes were right in front of her. The only thing missing was the glasses. Ginny couldn't help but stare.

Finally the man, feeling the intensity of Ginny's gaze, caught her eye. He squinted quizzically at her.

"Have we met before?" he asked in disbelief.

"I don't see how we could have," Ginny answered fixing her eyes on her hands in her lap. "Unless…what's your name?"

The man rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I don't know. People just call me Jesse. I guess it works for me."

"Why don't you know your own name?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

"I don't remember most of my life. I woke up one day in an empty house and I couldn't remember how I got there."

"Then how did you get the name Jesse?"

Jesse placed his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers. He rested his chin on his fists and answered, "The first person I met said I looked like someone they once knew named Jesse." He sighed.

"So you can't remember anything before that day?"

"Only bits and pieces. Like when I saw you, I thought I remembered something…but it can't be true if we've never met."

"What did you remember, Harry?" Ginny froze. "Sorry, I mean Jesse."

Jesse ignored her mistake and said, "Well, it's dumb…but I thought I remembered…well, kissing you…but that can't be true!" he added hastily. "Can it?"

"I don't think so."

The two sat in silence for a while before Jesse suddenly burst out, "Why did you call me Harry?"

"Well, you look like someone I knew. But he's been dead for four years now."

"And his name was Harry?"

"Yes. Why?" Ginny asked nervously.

Jesse cocked his head. "Well, the other day this weird old man ran up to me and called me Harry…Harry Potter I think, but I told him I wasn't."

"That was his name!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Weird," he whispered. "But he's dead you said." He paused. "My god, you look familiar.

"You know, you never said what you were doing here?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I was supposed to get married today, but, well…You can see how that worked out."

"Did he leave you?"

"Other way around."

"Why?"

"Oh, just the slight realization that I was still in love with someone else," she sighed, resting her chin in her hand.

"So you wound up here?"

"Yup."

"Seems like a weird place to end up."

"Why?"

"I just figured you'd have found the other first."

Ginny chuckled sadly to herself. "If only I could. They I wouldn't be in this situation. See, he's the one who died."

"Let me see then. You were going to get married, but then you realized you were still in love with this Harry Potter, my dead twin? Is that right?"

"Pretty much."

"Well, what are you going to do? You can't very well sit on a park bench talking to me for the rest of your life."

"And why not? I'd be much happier this way," Ginny said, depressed again. "I guess I'd better get back. I've got a lot of explaining to do to my family."

"So you're not going back to your fiancé then?"

Ginny laughed. "Not after my performance earlier. I have to go. Thank you for listening, Jesse."

She stood and started off down the path she'd come by.

"Wait, miss! You never told me your name. I was wondering if I could see you again."

Ginny turned as Jesse caught up with her. She gave him a weary smile. "I don't think that would be a good idea. It would be too hard for me."

"I understand. Do you know her?" he asked, pointing over her shoulder.

"Ginny! I found you! Do you have any idea how worried your mother is. Or how horrible Anthony's feeling right now?"

"Ginny?" Jesse asked. "Your name's Ginny?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I have to go."

Ginny and Hermione had almost made it out of the park when Jesse came running up to them again.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked.

"I was hoping she could tell me," he answered, turning back to Ginny.

"Jesse, I don't know what you want me to do!"

"No, listen to me!" he shouted excitedly. "I remember. You're name is Ginerva Weasley! Your brother, Ron, he was my best friend…" James looked at Hermione for a moment then whispered, "And you liked him."

"Ginny," said Hermione quietly, "why does this man look like Harry, and how does he know who we are?"

Ginny didn't answer. She walked up to Jesse so that their faces were barely and inch apart and looked directly into his eyes. They remained motionless for a moment before Ginny nodded silently. Harry enveloped her in a tight hug while Hermione looked on in disbelief.

"It can't be," she said plainly. "Ginny, Harry's dead!"

"No, I'm not, Hermione."

"But, it doesn't make sense!"

"Does it have to?" Harry asked, letting go of Ginny and moving to embrace Hermione, who received him stiffly.

"Oh, come on, Mione!" he said as he held her back at arms length. "It's me!"

Hermione looked into his eyes just as Ginny had. "Harry, where are your glasses?" she asked seriously.

Harry laughed and hugged her close. When she pulled back again she laughed and wiped her eyes. "Wait till Ron sees you! Oh, and Ginny, your mum!"


yeah so not a probable story, just a little bit of fluff. so, anyway, i started on harry sixth year. so if u stick around a while, ull be able to find out all about harry's sixth year and what led up to the story still looking. that means ull hear all about harry and cho, harry falling for ginny, and ron getting together with hermione and losing his parents. i dont know how good it will be but ill post chapter one as soon as i finish it. until then, keep reading and reviewing and check in here every once in a while cuz i dont think it will take me that long to write. o and if it isnt very good, dont kill me. i havent written a story in 2 years. im a little rusty. thanks very much for reading and reviewing!