Alright peoples, this is my first fan-fic, so be nice please. I promise to update soon, I just felt like putting this part up first. Please, please, please review! And extra special thanks to Star Sheep for being my inspiration to start fanfiction. Your turn for a cookie!
Disclaimer: Nope, sorry. Don't own anything except my imagination. Wish I owned Lupin though...
Ever since school had ended, she had been the only thing on Harry's mind. He couldn't eat, sleep, study, walk, talk, or read, hell, he couldn't breathe without thinking of her. Every time he looked out his window and saw the couples of Privet Drive walking with their children, he saw himself and Ginny together. And today, he was leaving here for good. Today was the last day that he would ever have to gaze longingly out this window and listen to the Dursleys' whining and complaining to each other downstairs. This was the last time he would ever have to hear the blaring television and Dudley's idiot friends laughing at a joke that didn't make any sense at all. So, why wasn't he happy? This should be the best day of his life! Sure, after summer was over he wouldn't be able to return to Hogwarts, and he couldn't be seen with the love of his life, but hey, he was finally leaving the Dursleys'.
The rest of his time as a "normal" person was going to be spent at the Weasley home, so at least he would get to see Ginny before he went off to destroy the Dark Lord. Ron and Hermione would be going with him too, so at least he wouldn't be alone. As for Hogwarts, ever since Snape murdered Dumbledore, he didn't think he could stand to walk the hallways, at least, not without crying. It had been almost a month since the fateful night, and yet it seemed like it had happened just the night before. Then Harry thought of Sirius, his godfather, and father's best friend who had been killed right before Harry's eyes while he was in his fifth year. His thoughts then turned to the tri-wizard tournament that he had competed in during his fourth year. It was then that Voldemort has returned to his human form, and had killed Cedric Diggory simply because he had been with Harry at the time. And finally, Harry thought of his parents whom he only knew through what others had told him, and through a photo album that he had been given by Hagrid. Harry shook his head and tried to clear his mind of the images that were so vividly dancing before his eyes. He turned back to his trunk, and continued to pack.
As Harry packed his socks however, all he could think of was Snape's shining face as he murdered Dumbledore. And while he folded his pants, all he could think of was the horrified and confused look on Cedric's face as Peter Petigrew raised his wand. Instead of his mind being on where he had put his broomstick, Harry couldn't stopping wondering how in the world he was going to find the remainder of the horcuxes. He found himself wishing desperately that he had Sirius with him to lighten the situation with a story or two of his father, Lupin, and himself. But all Harry had now were the memories of the time they had spent together that now seemed all too short, and he soon found himself reliving the night in the Department of Mysteries when Sirius had been killed. Ginny had been there. When Harry finally closed his trunk lid, all he could think about was Ginny's sweet, smiling face. He straightened himself up and looked around his room, only to realize he had forgotten to pack his books.
"Brilliant!" said Harry aloud, and to no one in particular, "How the bloody hell am I supposed to be able to track down and destroy five horcuxes if I can't even concentrate on packing my damned trunk!"
Harry opened his trunk again, and started to repack.