A/N: I don't know why I'm continuing this, but I wanted to do Harry as well. Poor guy. He can't have a normal life, can he?
It wasn't like it made a huge difference, losing Ginny.
Really.
It wasn't like he felt like the whole world had come crashing down around him.
It wasn't like just having Ron and Hermione there to comfort him over losing Dumbledore wasn't enough.
It wasn't like he had nightmares now, about her forgetting about him.
At least that's what he tells himself.
But he knows, he knows,that it makes all the difference in the world.
And that's what makes it hurt so much.
That's what makes it feel that with every step he takes, he's one step closer to falling apart.
She doesn't need you. She let you go, didn't she? Forget her Harry. Forget her.
But he doesn't want to forget. He doesn't want to let go of the memories of the times he spent with her.
He knows he should, but he just can't bring himself to.
And that hurts, too.
Everything hurts.
Losing Dumbledore hurts.
Losing Ginny hurts even more.
He hates it.
He hates the fact that the only thing stopping them from being together is Voldemort.
And yourself. You broke up with her.
And he knows it.
And it hurts.
Smile Harry. Look on the bright side. She's not in danger anymore.
But no matter how much he tells himself that, he knows it doesn't make any difference.
Because she was already in danger. She was a Weasley, and they were like the family he never had, and that put her in just as much danger as being his girlfriend did.
It's called love Harry, and love hurts.
He wishes it didn't. He wishes that it didn't hurt so much.
But it still hurts. It hurts so much, he just wants to curl up in a corner and die.
Love hurts, Harry, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Love hurts.
Love hurts.