It was still dark when he woke, although the streetlights made him remember it was not dear old England or Hogwarts I was waking up to. He was alone, far from his friends, far from the ones he loved and that loved him, yet he could not tell them that. He didn't want them to get hurt, he didn't want to have to share his pain with them, none of them deserved that.

The rapping from an owl at his window bought him back to reality, and he carefully opened the window to let him in. it was simply an owl for the daily profit. Although he had moved to California nearly four years after he graduated from Hogwarts, after the final battle had ended, he still continued to keep his subscription for the daily profit. The chance to catch up on how everything was going.

Paying the owl, he took the paper and threw it on the table, when the picture on the front page caught his eye. There in front of him was the only person who had actually known where he had left and why. She 'd kept the secret so far for four years. Sometimes He wondered how long she would be able to continue to keep it, from her family and friends and from the man she loved.

His emerald green eyes skimmed over the picture, her red hair falling in curls past her shoulders, her chocolate brown eyes full of love and affection for the man that was holding her, his silver eyes no longer filled with hate and anger, replaced instead with gentleness and a look of genuine concern. His eyes moved to the top of he page.

IS THIS THEIR HAPPY ENDING?

Quickly scanning the article, a familiar name was caught by his green eyes, his own name.

When asked if they would be expecting any surprise guest's for their wedding, Draco Malfoy replied with a no and only close family and friends will be attending, but the question on everyone's lips is whether or not their close friend Harry Potter will finally return to England to witness this magical event.

He continued to read.

When asked, Ginerva's older brother Ronald stated that the couple are planning to hold their wedding at Ginerva's childhood home, but no further details were revealed. Both Mr. And Mrs. Weasley and Narcissa Malfoy are delighted in the wedding plans and are looking forward to the new additions in each of their families.

Finally, after two years, the famous couple are planning to tie the knot, keep an eye out for the daily profits exclusive updates about their special day.

Putting the paper down, Harry slumped in his seat. They were getting married, two of his best friends and he wouldn't be there. Unless he went back. But how do you back with out sending a letter, a card, anything for four years. How do you make your old life work again when you've finally gotten over what drove him away?

"Hermione, what do you think?" Ginny Weasley asked, coming out from the change room.

Looking up from the article she was reading about the engaged couple, Hermione gasped.

"You don't like it?" Ginny asked, a look of disappointment crossing her face.

The brunette shook her head. "No, Ginny, it's perfect. You look…"

"Beautiful." A deep voice came from behind her.

"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed, "You came,"

"Of course I cam, it's not everyday my little sister is trying on wedding dresses, and I figured that since Mione here would probably like every dress you try on, you use some more advice," He paused, "But it seems you've already found the right dress. How about I take you to lunch?"

"Ok, I'll just get changed," Ginny, replied, giving her brother a smile.

"As much as I would enjoy spending lunch with my best friends Ron, I can't" Hermione replied, " I said I'd meet Blaise at the ministry at one, maybe next time you're in town."

She gave the redhead a quick hug before saying by to Ginny and apparating out of the shop.

"Her and Blaise are going really good now, aren't they, Gin," Ron called into the dressing room.

"I guess,' she said coming out, "but there's still no long term commitment going on. I kind of feel bad about leaving her in the apartment alone once me and Draco are married."

"I think she'll be fine," Ron replied as he led his sister out of the bridal shop and into a small café, "it wouldn't be easy being the girlfriend to the next minister of magic."

"Yeah, things would be much easier if she was the girlfriend of the chudley cannons keeper," Ginny joked.

"Gin, you know we're not like. Me and Mione have never been like that." He paused as they sat down, "She's like my sister."

"I know Ronnie," Ginny replied.

Each picked up their menus, studying them carefully in silence. Finally once they had ordered the topic of conversation turned to the article from that mornings newspaper.

" Everyone thinks Harry is going to come back," Ron finally said.

Ginny looked at her brother carefully. Over the four years since he had been at Hogwarts he had really changed. Sure the freckles and red hair still appeared to be the same, but Ron had matured, you could see it in his eyes. The look or concern and worry that filled them. The look of sadness that filled them at the mention of his best friend.

"I know," Ginny, replied simply, "Draco wants to keep looking for him. "

"Yeah. Do you want to keep looking for him?" Ron asked quietly.

"I don't know. He was like Draco's brother those lat two years. I think it would be important for him to have Harry at the burrow, but I don't know. He left for his own reasons, what if he doesn't want to be found?" Ginny dais, shaking her head slightly, flashes of guilt filling her stomach.

For four years she had kept his secret, from her best friends, her family, her soon to be husband. She didn't know if she could take it anymore. Maybe it was time she told them, sure they'd be angry, but they'd understand, she did it for him, her best friend, because it was what he wanted. He didn't want to be found. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted to start over. Away from it all. No she wouldn't tell anyone, she'd keep it a secret, until he was ready to come back. This Ginny knew for sure would happen. It was Harry Potter for god sakes, and they were his real family.

Harry hadn't left his apartment all day. He knew it was hot outside, it as always hot outside, but he had his air conditioner on full, which caused him to pull out the jumper Mrs. Weasley had sent him one Christmas. It was marron and had the letter H knitted into it in gold, this was the Christmas when Harry finally realised the Weasley's would always be there for him. He was part of their family, which meant they would always have the connection of pain and suffering which seemed to follow him wherever he went.

This was the gift that had caused him to leave. He final piece of the puzzle that told him not matter what other people would always be involved.

Hugging it close to him, he could still picture them. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ginny, and Ron. Ron one of his two very best friends. Ron had always been there for him, even when Harry didn't want him there. Then there was Hermione. The girl who did everything she thought was right, the girl who never gave up on anyone, the girl that kept the friendship between the three strong. How could he do it to them?

He put the jumper away, stuffing it back in hi old trunk and pushing it beneath his bed. He sat back down at his kitchen table and studied the image of the youngest Weasley and her fiancé. Harry had even betrayed Draco and Blaise. Sure they were Slytherin's, but each had turned their backs on their families to join the order, to help him, Harry Potter.

Draco had been like his brother, and during their last year at Hogwarts the bond had become stronger. They understood each other, what it was like to have a constant reminder of pain, a family that didn't really love you, the empty void that only a parent could feel. So they filled the void for each other, becoming the best of friends, becoming brothers.

Harry still felt guilty about leaving them.

"Blaise," Hermione's voice came from the lounge n the corner of his office.

The dark haired man looked up from his desk, his bright blue yes filled with love as he looked at his girlfriend.

"Yeah?" He asked as Hermione looked at him.

"Nothing," she sighed and picked up her bag and stood, "Are you stopping by later?"

Blaise stood, "If I have time," He spoke softly, knowing that if he didn't she would be clearly upset, "But tomorrow, I'll definitely be by at nine, we've go that photo shoot, I though I'd take you to breakfasts first." He kissed her gently as she nodded, then apparated.

Sitting down at his desk, he sighed as he removed a small box from his draw. Looking at the picture of Hermione on his desk, then at the engagement ring he ha planned to give her he sighed, as the slight pop from some one apparating into his office pulled him back into reality.

"What's that?" a familiar Australian accent came.

"Nothing," Blaise said putting the ring back in his draw before his cousin could see. He looked at her, her dark brown hair, reminding him of Hermione's.

"It's a ring isn't it?" She asked, sitting on the chair in front of his desk, placing her bag on the floor, "you're going to ask her to marry you?"

"Yes, Emma, if you must know, I'm going to Mione to marry me," He said slowly, slightly annoyed at her questions.

"When?" She asked brightly, "If you do it tonight, you can announce it tomorrow at the photo shoot."

'I don't know when, I'm waiting for the right moment," He paused, "what are you doing here anyway, I thought I wasn't going to see you until tomorrow."

"Yeah, but mum asked me to drop this off for you to give to your mum," She pulled a letter out of her bag, "Some thing wrong with the owl I think she said,"

"Okay," He paused, studying the girl carefully, "how is everyone?"

"Their fine, I guess, still adjusting form moving back here though," She said, her faint Australian accent coming through stronger now.

"I bet they are," He paused, "How are you though?"

"I'm fine, looking forward to this photo shoot tomorrow, I'm finally getting to meet my favourite cousins fiancé," She replied, standing up, "But, I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow," and with that she apparated with a POP.

"She's not my fiancé yet," Blaise said too late.

Harry paced the room quickly at two o'clock the next morning, he couldn't think, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep.

It had only been a couple of hours since he had seen the picture and rea the article about Ginny and Draco in the daily profit, but it was having a lasting effect on him.

He couldn't deny it no more, he missed them, he wanted to be a part of their lives again, but the question was would they let him back in?

A/N: okay there you have the first chapter, please read and review and tell me what you think so far…..