Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling, perhaps you have heard of the series?

A.N Major thanks to all who have reviewed. I did consider ending the story there even though I hadn't planned to. It seemed like a really creul time to finish though, so I will write more. lol. Just for you! Well thanks for waiting, school has been crazy and I've had little time to update. (I'm in my pj's and I'm about to go to bed!) Anyway, here you are. Chapter 30. Ooooo!

When Harry came back into consciouness he found himself alone. The room was dark and an eerie silence hung in the air. Harry was in utter darkness and he found that not even a light framed the door.

Sighing heavily, he shut his eyes and let his body go limp. Dark thoughts circled his mind as he recalled the events of the past few months. It all started with those dreams about the veil...then the dream about Sirius' house, the letter, the pensieve... a sudden pain shot through Harry as if someone had tugged at his intestines.

He felt betrayed, all of the memories he had formed from the pensieve were false, none of it actually happened. Or did it? If the pensieve was not real then why did Remus allow Harry to take it? Or did Remus notknow that pensieves will not work when the person is dead? Another tug. Another pain.

Images of Hogwarts students flashed before his eyes and Harry spiralled into despair. To top it all off, Harry realised that he now became a murderer. He had blood on his hands and stones in his gut. Such guilt and pain dragged Harry down with such force that happiness became a meaningless word to him.

Sirius would be ashamed of him. His parents would be ashamed. Harry figured that even Wormtail would be ashamed of his actions.

He reached an all time low and was damaged beyond repair. The never ending trials in his life burned at every part of his soul until nothing was left to burn. He had become a hollow, empty shell. It was at that point that Harry realised the true meaning of death.

Harry drifted in and out of consciousness for several days. He refused food or drink and became too weak to stay awake. He was dying and everyone knew it. Hermione would sit at his side for much of the day, tears pouring out of her eyes, clutching a glass of water and begging Harry to drink.

Ron tried getting angry at Harry, then he tried using force and when that failed he fell silent and grim.

Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts foran unknown reason, Luna and Neville had been taken to their homes and Fred and George moved back to their joke shop. Ginny had not made an appearance all week and Harry refused to believe Ron and Hermione's pathetic excuses for her.

She didn't want to be near a self obsessed murderer. She couldn't care about him, he was no longer Harry Potter, the boy -who-lived. He was nobody but a villian and a danger to human society. That was what he thought anyway.

When Harry finally expressed his thoughts to Hermione and Ron, they went mental. "Is that what you were worried about?" Hermione cried angrily with her hands on her hips. Harry could do nothing but nod slightly. Ron groaned.

"You're a right idiot sometimes you know that don't you" he said as he shook his head.

Harry blinked, he was too weak to think. Ron carried on. "Look, I know Ginny, she wont give up on you because you made a mistake. She's not going to run away from you because you killed you-know-who! I don't know why she wont see you but-" Ron was interupted by Hermione.

"Oh Ron really. Ginny can't see you Harry because she's afraid that you wont like her anymore."

"What?" Harry gasped painfully. Hermione sat down calmly and pursed her lips.

"Harry, you need to eat and drink. Then you need to talk to Ginny." she pressed. Harry blinked. Something came alive deep inside. A small hopeful creature in his chest and swelled slightly at the thought of speaking to Ginny. Perhaps he wasn't completely hollow...perhaps there was hope yet...

"Right" Harry said rasply. He swallowed painfully and lifted himself up with shaking arms. Hermione and Ron beamed as they watched him take a few sips of water.

It took Harry a further three days to start feeling more human. He was still incredibly weak but he could leave his bed and walk a short distance. On the fourth morning Harry decided he was ready to talk. So he climbed out of bed and walked across the corridortowards Ginny's room.

Harry pushed open the door and peered inside. He'd never been in Ginny's room before. It was surprisingly identical to the room Harry and Ron shared. Two beds sat either side of the room, thick carpet covered the floor and a painting hung on the wall in between the two beds.

The bed beside the window was occupied by Ginny who was sat with her legs crossed, slouched over a book that Harry guessed to be the property of Hermione. When Harry entered the room, she looked up. Startling blue eyes made contact with his bottle green eyes. Something inside jumped.

Harry closed the door behind him and hessitantly walked towards the red headed girl who never took her eyes away from him. She seemed to be shocked into silence.

Harry stumbled slightly as his strength failed him. In a flash Ginny was at his side and linked her arm through his right arm and helped him towards the chair.

"I'm alright" Harry murmured as he sat down on the chair beside her bed. Ginny went back to her place on the bed and crossed her legs. Giving Harry an unreadable stare.

Silence.

Harry's heart began to race. He suddenly forgot what it was he wanted to say. It was something about Voldemort...or was it? Maybe it was about her...or what Hermione said? But she was so mysterious and beautiful sat there before him, all thoughts escaped Harry's mind.

Ginny didn't ask Harry what he was doing there, or why he came to see her. She seemed to understand and therefore gave him time to think. She turned back to her book and continued to read.

Harry stared at Ginny with slight dissapointment, well what did I expect? he asked himself. He half imagined that the moment Ginny would see him standing in her door way, she would run up to him and throw her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss to seal an unwritten promise of loyalty and love. But of course she wouldn't do that, Harry thought miserably, he didn't deserve her. However, Hermione's voice nagged at his thoughts.

"Oh Ron really. Ginny can't see you Harry because she's afraid that you wont like her anymore."

How could Ginny possibly think that? Harry wondered. She tucked her hair behind her ear as Harry continued to gaze at her whilst thoughts whirled around in his mind.

"Ginny" Harry said at last. Ginny blinked and looked up at Harry.

"Yes" she replied quietly, carefully, as if she was being cautious. Harry swallowed. Perhaps Hermione was right.

"Why haven't you come to talk to me" he blurted out. Ginny looked uncomfortable and looked away momentarily.

"I didn't think you'd want me to" she said to the wall. Harry turned her face to look at him with his index finger pressing on her soft chin. Their eyes met once more and Harry's breathing became slightly unsteady.

"Why would I not want you to talk to me?" He asked softly. Ginny looked down.

"You're better than me." she mumbled. "Since you've come back, you've changed. I know the old Harry liked me but you-"

Ginny stopped and blinked several times. Harry took his hand away quickly. It was true, he had changed.

"I'm sorry" he murmured. "For a while all I wanted to do was die. I didn't think there was anything left in this world worth living for. I'm sick of it all. You haven't seen what I have. You didn't have to watch everyone at Hogwarts die because of a stupid mistake you did. You didn't have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Noone expected you to destroy Voldemort and now I have, it's like I've done something bad. I can still sense his evilness. I don't think he will ever leave me. I don't think that I'm every going to be me again. So I understand why you would not want us to be together, but know this Ginny, after thinking about all of the horrid things in the world, I thought about the only person I truly cherished. The only person that has been through a small part of what I have been through. You Gin. It's you. I don't care if you hate my guts and wish me to die. I wouldn't blame you if you did. But Ginny, I think I love you."

Harry fell silent, feeling tired and drained after expressing everything that he had bottled up for the passed week. A small weight lifted off his shoulders and he did feel slightly better. At least now things were out in the open and it was up to Ginny to decide the next move.

Before Harry had time to brood, or even blink Ginny threw her arms around Harry and gave him a desperate hug. She clutched at his arms and sobbed into his shoulder. Harry just sat there, completely speechless. That was not what he had expected. After a few moments Ginny broke away and stared at Harry with glistening eyes. Her expression was a mixture of compassion and hurt. Then she gasped and said. "I love you Harry Potter!"

A sudden exploation took place in Harry heart and a creature roared with approval. Harry felt completely alive again and grinned as he took ginny in his arms, spun her around in a circle and kissed her with all the passion and happiness in the world.

A.N I might do a epilogue but this it it guys. Thank you sooo much to my lovely reviewers who have been so supportive and wonderfully critical. Please let me know if you want me to write an epilogue or not. And of course REVIEW the story! I'd love to recieve feedback!

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