Harry lay in bed watching the ceiling; Ron was snoring in the background.

Doesn't Ginny still like me? What was that all about when she said "It means a good thing" well… something like that but still what does she mean, is she hinting she doesn't like me or that she trying get rid of me? Or she found someone else better than me?

Harry couldn't bare the thoughts, he felt weird when he thought of Luna then when he thought Ginny again, and no emotions went towards her. He thought of Cho, no feelings there. Then his thoughts reached Belle, they were happy and dizzy at the same time. He sat up and rubbed the sweat off his face. It was cold around, so where was the sweat coming from? He stood up and stretched. He heard Mrs. Weasley coming upstairs,

'Harry, you are awake, dear? Oh, why didn't you and Ron come down to dinner? Hermione said that Ron was asleep and she didn't know where you were.'

'I… er… fell asleep, too.' Harry said, he did fall asleep but not for too long, he pretended too when Ginny came up to check on them, she lingered there for a few moments and then left. When Hermione came up to get him, Harry slipped on his invisibility cloak, he didn't want to get into her complaints about Ron being an idiot.

'Oh, right, come down to eat. Arthur and I need to talk to you.' Mrs. Weasley said, gently dragging Harry down the stairs, it was annoying but Harry said nothing to her. They reached down stairs; she pulled a chair out for Harry to sit on. Harry sat down, Ginny came walking down the stairs towards a seat in front of Harry, 'You're awake at this time, Harry?' she asked him fondly.

Mrs. Weasley went into kitchen to get him some food, 'Ginny, are you hungry, too?'

Ginny blushed slightly, 'Yes, mum.' It was clear that she was lying. Harry grinned at her and she grinned back.

'So, umm, who's the lucky guy?'

'No one, I thought we could um… well, you know, that you are like really famous and that I don't deserve you.'

Harry felt like telling her 'no and that he still liked her' but what came out was, 'Okay…'

Ginny giggled, 'You know, I just think that I don't want other girls jealous of me and it's complicated.'

'Same here, I know what you mean. We'll have some time off each other's backs for awhile then… ' Harry said, swallowing the guilt which roared within him, 'it's too dangerous for you to like me and me to you, I told you last year… if we had more time and Hogwarts was still in business maybe, we can get together again.'

'Yeah… I don't like the other guys at school though and we don't have school anymore… and if it was still in business then I could find other guys to get to know and see what I think is best for me and you.'

'True…' Harry commented as Mrs. Weasley came in with two large plates with food on them. It smelt really good, Harry gulped it all down as Ginny and Mrs. Weasley watched him.

Harry looked up at Mrs. Weasley as Mr. Weasley came in with his glasses and Evening Prophet.

'So, what's for Breakfast, Molly?' He asked taking a seat next to Ginny. Mrs. Weasley made the most Ginny-ish giggle and looked at Harry, rolling her eyes and hands on her hips, 'I didn't make anything.'

'What's that great smell then? It smells like eggs and bacon alike with a bit of Smelly cheese, delish?'

Mrs. Weasley made a face that look as a troll spat all over the house and the food particles were hanging all over the places, 'That's what the gnomes did, they opened up your two son's Box of Enjoyable Smells! They are cleaning it up.'

Ginny giggled again.

'Are you going to tell Harry about you-know-what while he is eating his dinner?' Mrs. Weasley asked him.

'Oh! Right, Harry, they are re-opening Hogwarts, They've got McGonagall going for Headmistress, Slughorn as Potions, Herness as Defense against the Dark Arts, Lockhart for the Extra Defense Class for years three to eight. They are still deciding who should be the deputy-head, probably Slughorn or Flitwick.'

'Year eight,' Harry repeat, 'What do you mean?'

Ginny gave an excited yelp and jumped up in her seat, 'They are going to have Hogwarts?'

'It's for parents who want their children to learn magic; I guess there will be a few students going back…'

'Some won't but I think they should know that Hogwarts is the safest place with Dumb-' Mr. Weasley stopped, 'I mean, with its apparition prohibit and the Room of Requirements is being check often by Moony. Aurors will be guarding the school, too.'

Harry thought about it for a while, 'I'll be a part of those who don't go back.' He said sadly, 'Not that I don't want to it's about me and Voldemort…'

'They added the eighth year for more advanced things and to get prepared for the wizarding world and they changed the age restriction of spells, you have to be at least over eighteen to use spells without supervision.… I know, it sounds strange but it wasn't my idea.' That meant Fred and George being nineteen were able to use spells unlike him, Harry, and the others.

'Yeah, well… I still need to stop him.'

'You need to know more, Harry, at least till the end of your eighth year, it's Order's work, you know.' Mr. Weasley persuaded him.

That's a whole two more years! What is all this? Can not argue with Mr. Weasley or Mrs. Weasley, definitely not!

'Okay but I need to leave as fast as possible at the end of that year and I need to leave every now and then…' Harry said.

'Why do you have to leave every now and then?' Ginny asked him hopefully.

'Dumbledore's orders before he died.' Harry said sadly, 'I won't tell you, please, don't ask me.'

He stood up and began to make his way upstairs. He went up to the attic passing Percy's old room; he saw Belle, Gabriel and Fleur. The room was re-arranged to fit two beds and a cot where Gabriel was lying down on, the other sat up in their beds.

'Oh, 'Arry, don't you tink dat ze Whispering Warlocks are 'orrible at 'eir songs?' Fleur called to him.

Harry now had an excuse to get into their room, 'Yeah, yeah, they do.' He lied; he had no idea who they were.

'See!' squealed Belle. Fleur and Gabriel looked tauntingly at Harry as if to tell him that he should not have said that.

Belle hopped on her bead and began to chant, 'Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing. In the cauldron boil and bake, Fillet of a fenny snake, Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf.' She looked at Harry as if he should sing with her then Harry looked at her and said, 'That's how it goes? I thought it had more?' he pretended as if he really knew it.

'Dhere eez,' Gabriel said fondly to Harry, she smiled with her huge silver eyes; she looked a lot like Fleur but with Belle's smile. Harry nodded at her as if he was going to say "Oh, yeah!" but he didn't. Belle jumped down from the bed and grabbed Harry hands and began to swing them as she moved around the room as they were dancing. The other two began to sing strangely and they went about in circles, it was strange that Belle was not using any veela charm on him. He pulled away from her and said, 'I am really tired, I need some sleep.'

He lied moving out of the room, he heard them all giggling behind, and he ignored it. Ginny was standing at her room door with Hermione, they both watched him intently, he looked at them and they both moved into the room. It was as if he began to realize that he really hated girls since he was born. He moved to his bed and fell into the cot.

Harry was walking down the halls, walking. McGonagall was there waiting for him, she took his hand which was wrinkly and dark; he must have been wearing leather gloves. Harry was being pulled by her, he moved slowly but he was moving, terrible thoughts went through his mind but he could describe them or understand what they were and meant. McGonagall's lips were moving but it was hard to know what she said, all he read from them was, 'You must feel dizzy…' then he saw that passageway to Dumbledore's office, she said the password and they entered. It was set differently and there was the portrait of Dumbledore, it was snoozing there but something was strange about all this. McGonagall was watching Harry and the portrait, he turned back to her and sat in her seat, there was Fawkes flying over towards him and nuzzling at his neck.

Harry sat up from his bed, it must have been a dream but it was so real, what could it have been? He didn't understand, it must have been the shock still from Dumbledore's death, ever since he had gotten the same dream which ran through his mind again and again but every time it was longer, more detailed and had something added liked just now but with Fawkes. He looked around the room, Ron was sitting in his bed watching him, 'You okay, Harry?' Ron asked, he had Pig on his shoulders and Hermione leaning against the other, she looked worried. The two of them must have forgiven each other to have been standing next to each other. Harry looked away from them and nodded, he saw Ginny crouched by the side of his bed. He smiled at her and moved away from where she sat. He looked two friends, 'Hogwarts is back in business.'

'We know, Harry.' Hermione spoke up and moved away from Ron, she was smiling and sat down next to him, 'So… what happened, we heard you yelling something about Horocruxes then you went silent for a few moments and now you are awake?'

'I had a dream about fighting Voldemort for a Horocrux but that's not important, it was the second one which concerns me.'

'What-What happened?' Ron asked helplessly as he kneeled down next to Ginny. He wasn't smiling at all like the other two, 'Mum told us to check on you.'

'Well, I was walking down the halls and Professor McGonagall was there waiting for me,' Harry explained how the hand wore leather gloves and how terrible his thoughts were but he could describe them or understand what they were and meant, 'She said "You must feel dizzy…" then we went into Dumbledore's office which is now her's but there was Dumbledore's painting and something about it made me stop to look at it, it was really strange…'

Harry explained with detail at the bits where Ginny asked him "why?", "how was it like?" or "what do you mean?" He had gone through about five times with Ron and another extra for Hermione to analyze the informational parts. It wasn't fun, he wished he had never had that dream, he remembered that last time, it had something that was missing, the painting, this time the painting didn't have a black hand anymore and that Dumbledore didn't look afraid and pale. Harry was sure, last time it looked like that but this time the painting of Dumbledore looked like Dumbledore two years ago when he was in his fifth year. It was confusing but very informational, he told Hermione and she nodded approvingly to him.

Harry sat up, he wasn't hungry for breakfast at all, Ron and Ginny looked at each other, 'You hungry?' Ginny asked him soothingly.

'No,' Harry said emotionlessly, he beckoned the girls to leave so he could change; he pulled on some jeans, a shirt and a jacket. Ron was dressed already and so was everyone else in the household. He moved downstairs and outside where it was warm and sunny but the winds were chilly and cold. It was like autumn, their mail from Hogwarts arrived and so did Gabriel's approval letter have arrived; Ginny was made a prefect and Hermione was made Head girl and Ron was the Head boy. They had to go buy Gabriel's school equipment along with the other's items. They decided to go during the weekend, so that they can get Ministry cars and the aurors to come and escort Harry. Harry walked towards a tree and lay under it, he thought of how terrible it was the Dursleys this summer, and they starved him because Dumbledore visited and yelled at them, they didn't know about Dumbledore's death and Harry wasn't stupid to tell him. He watched the birds fly by and listened to the wind blowing. He was tired and exhausted, he closed his eyes. He had fallen asleep; luckily he had no dreams about horocruxes or walking down passages with McGonagall.

Harry woke up to see Ginny crouching next to him, he smiled at her and she smiled to him in return. Ginny had her hair tied back which looked different on her, it really made her looked older.

'Hey, Gin.' Harry muttered quietly, he had his eyes half-opened and half-closed.

'Hey,' she said back to him, 'so are you going back? I know Ron and Hermione are planning to.'

Harry looked at her, he still liked her but he couldn't think of why he wouldn't say anything about it. He thought about her expression from last year after they won the quidditch game.

'I guess, I have to,' Harry said opening his eyes slowly to see her face better.

'That's good to hear.' Ginny said happily, looking at him, she was moving closer, still crouching. Harry wanted to move back but he stayed there.

'Prefect, huh,' Harry said, he was trying to smile but it became harder and harder. He was closing his eyes again.

'Yup, mum's going to buy me new robes and Fred and George are going to buy me a Nimbus 2002, they're just out on the line.' Harry heard Ginny say, he didn't know if she was looking, smiling or frowning at him. Ginny sat down now next to him, he opened his eyes quickly,

'What are horocruxes anyways?'

Harry didn't want to tell her loudly so he whispered to her, 'They are dark things, and you have to kill someone to make one.'

'What does it do?'

'Nothing really but it splits apart your own soul into pieces no one has ever done more than five. If you destroy one than it destroys part of your soul, Voldemort tried to make me one.'

Ginny gasped, 'Why?'

Harry explained sadly to her that he couldn't tell anyone, his loyalties lay with Dumbledore's body and never would move else where.

'All right, want to go and play some quidditch? Percy is coming over to visit us, now that he got over his row with dad, about two years ago, he also joined the Order since of his high ranking now, they said he could do all the big things which was what made him join in the first place. He's going to stay with you and Ron. Tonks and Lupin are also coming over to only have dinner; Moody is too, no one else…'

Harry swore under his breath, why did it have to be Percy, but then at least he would only see Percy five times a day during morning, breakfast, lunch, dinner and night. That meant no discussing things alone anymore with Hermione or Ron. Harry nodded at Ginny's question and stood up; he wiped off all the dirt and leaves which hung on his clothes. He and Ginny began to make their way up to the pitch. Ron, Hermione, Bill, Charlie and the twins were all up their waiting which gave Harry and Ginny some lone time. Harry didn't want to speak to Harry.

'Harry, we have loads of time at Hogwarts to have each other but we need to have some alone time, to get to know other people who may be better… not that I don't like you, it's really complicated and I can not express it in a special way.'

'Yeah… same here…' was all Harry said, he began to walk faster, moving quicker up hill, he felt terrible. He didn't want this to happen and he knew Ginny still was mad about him but they couldn't be, it was just that they couldn't. They couldn't was a simpler way of expressing their feelings but it was hard to swallow, it might choke them.

'Harry!' Harry heard Ginny call his name from far behind. He started to run, is this what Nessa was doing? He didn't want to be like her, he stopped and turned around to see Ginny crying and running over, she leaped into his arms and he hugged her back.

Ginny pecked Harry on the cheek, 'Good-bye.' She whispered to him.

Harry didn't say anything back to her; he thought this was embarrassing and really unnecessary. It was the last time that they would ever be hugging each other like this.