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Harry sat on the ledge of his window; he gazed out to the midnight sky and wandered how his life had come to this.

Harry remembered the beginning of the day;

Flash back:

Harry came down to breakfast like always.

He wore the same casual muggle clothes that were plainly too big for him; because they once belonged to Dudley. His hair was untamed and he wore a sleepy smile. The Dursley's did not acknowledge his presence, but that was no surprise, they never did, not even on his Birthday.

"Good morning!" Harry stated cheerily while taking a seat at the table.

No one replied. Maybe Dudley did, but Harry doubted that the annoyed grunt meant something other besides: Fuck off.

Aunt Petunia stood bustling over the stove; Uncle Vernon was reading yesterday's newspaper and Dudley was sitting concentrated by the TV. Harry smiled, the daily routine was about to change.

"I'm leaving today." He announced in a delightful tone that would make Ron vomit.

A pan clattered on the floor, and Uncle Vernon's fat head shot up from the newspaper.

"What!" he asked in alarm.

"I'm leaving today." Harry repeated with a broad smile.

"I thought that twat (Dumbledore) told you to stay here." Uncle Vernon replied smartly.

"Oh yes he did. But now I am of age….and that twat (he accentuated the word twat) is gone…..so I'm leaving." Harry said happily.

(By the way, Harry is not cheerful because Dumbledore is dead, oh no no no…..he is just happy that he can leave the Dursley's)

"Dumbly….something….is gone?" Uncle Vernon asked, slowly growing pale.

"Yes, yes, yes." Harry said impatiently, as though Uncle Vernon was extremely dumb (no doubt there!).

"Oh, so you're leaving? Where are you planning to go?" Uncle Vernon said, thinking he clearly outsmarted the boy.

"I have house. Don't you remember? I'm planning to go there for the rest of the summer…oh…at least until the wedding. Then me and my friends are going on a life risking trip to kill lord Voldemort." Harry said in a monotone happy voice.

(Dudley suddenly got interested and watched with rapt attention.)

"You wha?" Uncle Vernon asked, his face getting back to its normal red.

"Oh, but that is a long story….and I doubt you would be interested…." Harry said seriously, but with a Dumbledore-twinkle in his eyes.

Uncle Vernon grunted something under the lines: Preposterous!

"Now I have to take my leave…um….I cant say it was nice here the last past years…but it was certainly worth to remember……...I think." Harry said, getting up now and heading for the door.

"Hold on!" Uncle Vernon cried, getting up too.

"Why?" Harry inquired.

"Because…um…because I did not give you permission to leave!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.

"Whenever did I need that?" Harry said disdainfully.

Uncle Vernon did not bother to answer so he wavered Harry off, scowling heavily.

Harry trudged upstairs, he was a bit disappointed. That was supposed to be way more interesting. O well, better get packing.

Once in his room he flicked his wand a couple of times so that everything was neatly stacked into his trunk. He actually mastered the sock folding ability at school; he could tease Tonks about that.

He harnessed his trunk and Hedwig's cage to his broom, and put invisibility charms on himself, his broom and all his things. Ready to go then.

He opened the window carefully and kicked off, leaving his past behind

Yes, the morning had not been amazingly interesting as he had expected. But he DID leave the Dursley's. And that is important.

But the rest of the day was rather hectic…coming to The burrow to find no one there…except Fleur and Bill…who were not exactly happy to see him…since they were a bit busy.

But they told Harry where he needed to go, and so he arrived at Grimmauld's place to hear Ginny's confession. He felt relieved when Hermione ran after her…..and not him

Flashback

Harry stepped into the hallway to meet voices from the kitchen. He cautiously made his way there and listened at the door.

"What they are up to! Something is going on between them and Harry! They are going somewhere, and they won't tell me why…or where! I want to know! I need to know……..because…..BECAUSE…..I love….him." Ginny's voice said, raising her voice until the end. Her voice went low, almost audible when she whispered the last three words.

There were a few gasps and a small thud. Ginny spun around and the people at the table turned their heads towards the door.

There at the opening stood Harry. His mouth slightly open, his trunk right of him, his broom under one arm and Hedwig's cage besides his left foot.

Ginny inhaled sharply, "Ow fuck it all!" she screamed in frustration. With that; she ran out of the room, passing Harry without a second glance. Hermione stood up quickly and said, "I'll go talk to her." And she hurried after her best friend.

"Welcome Harry!" Fred and George said simultaneously, both ignoring Ginny's out burst.

"Hello…" Harry said awkwardly, checking the door for no reason.

"Do you think I should go talk to her?" he asked the room uncertainly.

"Um, no let Hermione handle that." Tonks said quickly.

"Better to leave that, for another girl." Charlie added with a smirk.

"Yes, and those two have been getting along SO well the last past days." Ron said sarcastically to his brother.

"I think they can work THAT out for the moment…." Lupin thought out loud.

"What do you guys mean? Have Hermione and Ginny been fighting?" Harry asked, a bit worried.

"Yes, and not just a bit." Tonks said irritably.

"Why?"

"Well something about you." Fred said with a shrug.

"You heard her. 'Something is going on between Harry and them (girly voice), I want to know, I need to know!'…..you've got some explaining to do, Harry mate." George added, winking at him.

"Yes Harry. Where are you going with Ron and Hermione…I hope…it is not about Dumbledore or is it?" Lupin inquired.

"Yeah, well….we can talk about that later." Harry said quickly, glancing again at the door.

Lupin nodded, Harry would only discuss that with him…in private.

"Can I sit down? I'm rather hungry." Harry confessed.

"Oh yes dear!" Molly exclaimed, finally seeing the opportunity to mother Harry.

She quickly stood up and bustled over to him. After a quick glance at him she made her usual announcement. "You need some feeding up. You're as thin as a stick…a stick that had been on a diet for two years."

Harry smiled lightly, and aloud himself to be dragged over to the table and to be seated next to Ron. Ron greeted Harry with a one armed hug and immediately got back to their old routine.

"Happy Birthday. So how did you get here?" he asked, turning his chair to Harry.

"By broom, oh don't worry Mr. Weasley...I used an invisibility spell on me and my broom." Harry said, adding the last part when he saw Arthur's expression.

"Brilliant, must have been quite a ride. When did you leave?"

(by this time Harry had a plate of interesting looking stew in front of him)

"In the morning, after confronting the Dursley's… then I left towards the burrow...to um…oh…never mind that." Harry said, better not to mention Fleur and Charlie's hobby to Mrs. Weasley.

"Bloody excellent, you ran into Fleur and Charlie didn't you?" Ron whispered to Harry. Harry nodded and Ron's face broke out into a mischievous grin.

"I did once too, Fleur got bloody pissed, ha-ha, should have seen her face……not that pretty anymore…..." Ron laughed.

"HERMIONE, YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND DO YOU? YOU GET TO GO ALONG ON THIS WONDERFULL LITTLE TRIP OF HARRY'S, AND FACE THE SAME RISKS AS I WOULD FACE IF I CAME ALONG TOO! BUT NO, THE REAL REASON WHY HARRY DOES'NT WANT ME ALONG IS BECAUSE HE DOES'NT LOVE ME ANY MORE!" Ginny's voice screamed from upstairs.

"On second thought, Harry you might want to go up anyways." Tonks said seriously.

"One third thought, you may not want to…because there is a good chance that your head will be bitten of…" Fred added with the same serious voice, but every one knew he was joking.

Harry considered both thoughts…but knew that Tonks was probably right.

With a shudder, Harry remembered the conversation between himself and Ginny. Yes he had aloud her to kiss him….and yes he had quite enjoyed it…but…he promised her….by feeling of pity...that she was aloud to come with him on the journey…if she wanted to…he regretted it like hell…but no turning back now.

Flashback:

Harry found himself up in the attic, alone with Ginny. Hermione had left them alone….there was a lot of explaining to do. From Harry's side unfortunately. Hermione had taken the liberty to explain most of the journey to Ginny. But Ginny got hysterical when Hermione had mentioned that Harry had aloud her and Ron to come.

Harry leaned against the wall, while Ginny sat perched on the windowsill.

"Why don't you love me Harry?" she asked quite suddenly.

"I do Ginny." Harry replied stupidly.

"Then why don't you trust me enough……to allow me to help you?" she asked with a pained expression.

"Because I love you." Harry answered, again he could not think of anything better to say. It was the simply truth.

"Oh but why?" Ginny sobbed.

"Why do I love you? Countless of reasons. You smell lovely, you are the prettiest thing alive. You fill the room with sunshine…unless you're crying…you make it hard for any one not to love you." He answered with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Not what I mean." She said, but she couldn't help smile.

Of course Harry knew that.

"Yes…I figured that much out." Harry said earnestly.

"Harry…" Ginny groaned, she jumped of the ledge and walked over to him.

"Yeah?" Harry said uncertainly.

"Trust me now, trust enough to let me come"

Harry sighed, "I do trust you. But do you want to risk your life?"

"For you…yes." Ginny whispered, being awfully close to him.

"Then come." Harry breathed; giving up the already lost battle; a second later his lips were locked with hers.

He closed his eyes, the wind playing on his face. At the end of this year…he hoped it would be all over.

He shut the window and clambered into his lonely bed. He waited for sleep to come. But he found himself awake late into the night. The thoughts off the coming months were haunting him….he gave up on sleep and rolled over angrily.

"It is not the time to worry." He whispered to his cushion.

"No, I believe it's not." A voice said slyly.

Harry looked up and saw Ginny standing besides his bed. She wore a light blue nighty and a tired smile.

"Couldn't sleep either?" she joked.

Harry nodded but was incredibly surprised when Ginny came to lie next to him.

"Shush." She said when he wanted to open his mouth. Harry closed it and looked at her with a startled expression. Ginny just smiled and snuggled into his arms. Harry beamed inwardly and clasped his arm around her. Like that they both fell asleep.