Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Not me.

A.N Okay, incase you haven't guessed already, this fan fic IS going to be a Harry/Ginny fan fic. Hence why I put them as the two main characters. But I never said that they would get together any time soon. Things are too difficult for Harry at the moment. I should also state that even IF or WHEN they get together, it's not going to be all fluffy and cute. Only on very rare occassions. This story is my version of the 6th book, as I keep saying over and over and over. Which means that this story will NOT be dedicated to Harry's, Ron's or anyone elses' love life. Phew, now I've got that out of the way, here's the next chapter.

Shouts and Rash Decisions

The next few days passed slowly and Harry spent most of the time in Buckbeaks room, reading Sirius' note over and over again. He searched through everything, the drawers, the cupboards the shelves, everything to find something else, another trace of Sirius. But he found nothing. The note did not make Harry feel any happier as he guessed Sirius was thinking. It just made him want more. For a moment it felt like Sirius was alive again. Harrywondered whether Sirius left him something at his house or in his vault.The weak sunlight peered through the small circular window in the room and Harry could see that it was almost dinner time. But he wasn't hungry, and he didn't want to see anyone.

Suddenly something in his pocket grew hot. Harry winced and pulled his mirror. When he looked into it, the mirror immediately cooled and Ron's face could be seen. Harry saw that his bandage had been removed and he looked alot better and he looked like he was back at the house. "Hey, Ron where are you?" He said. Ron grinned happily.

"I'm back" he said simply. He then looked anxious. "Hermione said you've bearly left Buckbeak's room. What's up?" Harry sighed and stared at Ron for a moment. He looked hopeful now. "Can I come in? I'm standing outside the door." he said quickly. Slowly Harry nodded and he heard the door open. Ron came in holding his mirror and Harry watched as he put it in his pocket and cloased the door behind him. Harry turned to Buckbeak and smoothed his feathers. Ron sat down on the floor next to Harry.

"Look Harry, there's only a few more days of the holiday left - " Ron began but Harry looked at him quickly. A few days? Only a few left, that couldn't be right. Since when did summer holidays go past quickly? Ron eyed Harry nervously and swallowed. "We should make the most of our freedom." he said. Silently Harry agreed, remembering very well the plan he had to kill Voldemort once he was back at school. Ron was silent for a minute then he said quietly "Ginny told me about the prophecy". Harry felt his face grow hot. How dare she! "Don't get mad Harry" Ron warned him quickly. "She'sjust worried about you, and frankly me and Hermione were annoyed that you didn't tell us before" Harry felt a pang of guilt but the feeling quickly passed and he continued to feel angry.

"So she's gone and blabbed to Hermione too has she? Who else has she told?" he said bluntly. Ron looked shocked.

"No one" he replied a little unnerved. " Harry-calm down, last time you got mad I ended up in Mungos and I don't want to go back there thanks" Ron said hotly. Harry got up and started pacing the room.

"Alright" he said shortly. "Leave the room then, before a punch your head in" he wanted to throw something, yell, shout and punch. How dare Ginny go and tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy! How dare Ron bring up Harry's mistake again! He was mad that Dumbledore still did not write to Harry, he was mad that Sirius died and reminded him of his death by writing to him! How dare Ron and Hermione go out with eachother, breaking up the trio. "HOW DARE THEY!" Harry roared. He didn't mean to shout aloud but everything was getting too much, he just wanted to run away, run as far and as fast as possible. He noticed that Ron had run out of the room. Maybe Harry could run away. Maybe if he just went out and found Voldemort, and just killed him the muggle way. Punch him, beat him, kill him with his bare hands. He could do that. He was angry enough.

Before Harry knew what he was doing he dashed down stairs, scribbled a note to the Weasleys stating he was going for a walk and hurried downstairs to the front door. To his relief no one was around to see him wrench open the door, no one was around to see him run down the street and only a small cat with strange markings around the eyes saw him dash around the corner.

It was time Harry did something. He couldn't sit around and wait, he couldn't go back to school with them lot.Voldemort was killing every minute. Harry couldn't pretend he wasn't. He'd find him, Harry thought when he stopped walking suddenly, perhaps he could send Voldemort dreams, through his scar? Bring him to Harry. He continued to walking and passed a large mound of rags that were heaped by the side of a park. He needed to find somewhere secluded. There was a clump of trees further on, perhaps that was an opening to a wood? He made his way further on, fists clenched and eyes squinted.

A.N I particularly enjoyed writing this chapter, perhaps its because I feel satisfied that Harry is finally leaving that horrible house and he's going out to do something! Please review! More on it's way soon.

Ps, sorry for many errors, I have loaded this chapter on the site so many times now, they keep taking away the spaces between words and its really annoying! Sorry again.