Ginny left the room of requirement and headed for the Gryffindor common room, where she was hoping Harry would have gone. She was just about to say the password that would cause the portrait to open when it opened on its own, and Hermione walked out into the hallway.

"Ginny, what is going on?" Hermione asked.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked a bit confused.

"I hope you and Harry didn't have a fight," Hermione said.

"What makes you think that?" Ginny asked suspecting what might be wrong.

"Well Harry just stormed into the common room," Hermione said, "and went up to get his broom, before storming back out again looking mad enough to kill."

"No we didn't have a fight," Ginny said. "He's just had his faith in someone destroyed, and you know how Harry feels about that. I would say he's headed to the quiditch pitch to get some frustration out. I think I'll stroll down there and see if I can talk him down."

"Wait a second," Hermione said as Ginny was turning to go. "Who was it that upset him like that?"

"Let's just say I don't think we'll be seeing quite as much of Miss Silverwood anymore," Ginny said with a noticeable twinkle in her eye. Before she turned to leave she held out the invisibility cloak to Hermione and asked, "Oh, would you mind taking this back up to Harry's dorm for me?"

Ginny walked out of the castle and headed for the quiditch pitch just in time to look up and see a familiar blur streak nearly straight up at a fantastic speed. Harry kept climbing until he was no more than the faintest dot to anyone on the ground. Ginny watched as Harry sped around in great circles with as much speed as he could muster.

The thing that Ginny started to notice was that the more Harry flew out his rage the darker the sky seemed to get. It had been quite a nice sunny day before, but somehow all of that was changing. Thick dark clouds seemed to roll in from every direction. As Ginny looked around she noticed Professor Dumbeldore standing on a high balcony watching intently the unfolding events.

Students who had been sunning by the lake began running for cover when cold rain began sheeting down on them and lightning flashed across the sky. A fierce storm was in full bloom, but Ginny didn't run for the castle. She continued to walk into the stadium and stood soaked to the bone in the middle of the pitch. She noticed that Dumbledore was also still watching, though he had taken the trouble to summon a shield that kept the rain off of him.

A few minutes later Ginny saw Harry go into a screaming dive that looked as if he would slam straight into the ground, with lightning just missing the tail of his broom. Ginny knew Harry though, and no matter what his state of mind, he was not the suicidal type. He did have a talent for taking it to the edge of the point of no return though, so she was relieved to see him pull out with just inches to spare before rocketing back into the sky above.

Even through his rage though, Harry had noticed something as he pulled out of his dive that made him cut his ascent short at around a hundred feet above the stadium. As he steadied his broom he looked back down to see Ginny standing perfectly still watching him. Something in him seemed to dissolve in that moment, and a warm feeling started to envelop him even as the cold raindrops eased their assault upon his skin. As he slowly descended toward Ginny, rays of brilliant sunlight broke through the departing clouds and made her skin glisten sweetly before him.

Harry landed only a few feet away from Ginny and dismounted his broom as she stretched out her hand for him. Not taking his eyes off of her, he took her offered hand into his and felt his entire body tingle as if it had just been bathed in happiness. The skies were clear once again.