A/N: I guess that I have to do another of these… because I need to explain I am a Harry/Hermione Shipper all the way. I am just going by what the book ended like. I will carry them through to being together. It is just that right now, Ron and Hermione are together, and Harry loves Ginny… it will change, I knew you weren't going to like it but I assure you it belongs in this relationship setting. Just bear with me a little while. Thanks for reading. --S.K.

The Burrow

The next morning, they all trooped downstairs. Harry descended the stairs with all of the possessions that he valued. These were the things that he had accumulated in the last seven years. They could burn the rest for all I care. The thought to himself as he was never to see number four again.

It was Saturday and Mr. And Mrs. Dursley and of course Dudley, watched dumbfounded as the witch and wizards stood in front of their fireplace.

When the clock chimed twelve, Hermione stepped into the fireplace. "The Burrow," she said splashing the flue powder and in a flash of green fire she was gone.

Ron was next and only Harry was left. He turned and looked at the home that had been his for sixteen years. He looked at the family, that wasn't really his family and without one word, he stepped into the fire place and left.

Within the green blazes he could see flashes of other homes, he caught glimpses of real families, and couldn't wait to see the family he called his own.

When the fire finally died out, he saw them. This was his real family. Mrs. Weasley was the very first person he saw. She gave him a big hug in welcome and he finally felt at home.

Then there was Ginny. She looked thrilled to see him but seemed too shy to come near him. He came to her and held her tightly. He missed her so much. "Hello." He said softly.

"Hi Harry." Ginny said as they parted. They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes. Harry smiled after a while. "Where are you headed after the wedding?" Ginny said helping Harry pull his trunk upstairs.

"Godric's Hollow." Harry said heaving the last of his belongings on to the bed. "I thought maybe I'd go and visit my parents grave and my home."

"That sounds like a good idea," said Ginny as they stared at each other for a bit longer. Harry started to walk towards her. He wanted to kiss her and hold her in his arms. Yet Mrs. Weasley calling for Ginny downstairs interrupted him.

"I have to go." She said apologetically, "Wedding trifles." She added as she ran out of the room.

"Bloody hell. Control yourself Harry." He murmured to himself lying on Ron's bed. He stared at the ceiling trying not to allow self pity take over him. It just doesn't seem fair that I have to put happiness aside yet again because of Voldemort does it? He thought to himself before sitting up and shaking himself off. Enough Harry, just do what you have to do, and your reward will come later.

With a sigh he walked out of the room and down the hall. As he passed the girl's rooms, he could see Ron and Hermione entangled in a sort of snog twist. It really was great that they got together, but Harry sometimes thought they should be a little more sensitive to his plight.

He headed downstairs to the kitchen. Ginny was washing the plates in the sink, while Mrs. Weasley orchestrated a well-rounded lunch and began preparations for dinner simultaneously. "There anything I can do to help?" He asked his hands deep in his pockets.

"Absolutely not Harry," Mrs. Weasely stated. "You've just gotten here, so just sit back. Lunch is almost ready."

Harry sat at the table uncomfortably. He was not used to having things happen around him, he was usually the one that was cooking or cleaning or something. He took this opportunity to look at Ginny. He loved to look at her. She had grown to be quite beautiful. Her long red hair was now tied into a bun away from her face. She wore a muggle shirt he recognized as Hermione's and Jeans. She looked quite good in them.

Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts about Ginny that he had not realized that Mrs. Weasley had placed lunch right in front of him. "All right Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked noting that Harry had not touched his food.

Harry snapped out of his reverie when he heard his name. "Pardon?"

"Don't you like what's on your plate?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Oh Yes mum, I was just thinking about … you know." He said and practiced fortifying his mind with occlumens just in case. He did not want to be discovered, and he thought better to practice, just in case Voldemort attempted to peek at his thoughts.

Mrs. Weasley just looked at him with sad eyes then turned toward the stairs. "Hermione, Ronald, Lunch is ready." She yelled upstairs then bustled on to the living area where she was performing preparations for the wedding.

"It's the rehearsal dinner today." Ginny whispered sitting across the table from Harry. "Mum's got a special dinner for them." Ginny says with a warm smile.

"Merlin, I hope she forgives my forgetfulness. I haven't gotten them anything." Harry muttered finally digging into his food.

Ron and Hermione finally come down to the kitchen. They look a little rumpled. A knowing look passes between Ginny and Harry. "Wotcher, Hermione." Ginny says with a grin. Hermione blushed softly and sat at the table. Ron, in a matching shade of red, sat right next to her. Then they all ate their lunch in silence.

A few hours later the Rehearsal dinner was in full swing. Mrs. Weasley was thrilled to see all but one of her children back under her roof. Bill and Fleur sat together in the living room. Fleur appeared to be just as in love with Bill as before his accident. Tonks and Remus were in another corner holding hands at talking softly to each other. The next day was going to be a full day for everyone, and they took this opportunity to relax. Harry sat alone in a corner as he watched the people around him. Colors seemed much duller now, and he could find no joy in seeing his friends so happy.

Harry noted his best friends dancing together in one side of the room. On the other side Ginny had been standing staring at him glumly, but now when he looked again, she was in deep conversation with Neville. Harry couldn't help but feel jealous. He reminded himself that it was for the best and he turned away.

He could not be there anymore. He was in no mood to deal with such a happy moment. He headed up to the room he shared with Ron. Not long after he entered the room. He heard a knock on the door. "Yes." He said as he sat on the bed.

"Harry, can I come in?" Hermione said poking her head in the door. Harry nodded as she slid the rest of the way into the room and sat next to him. "All right Harry?"

"I'm fine." Harry responded looking down at his hand. Yet when Hermione turned him to face her, he sighed. "I hate Voldemort, I hate Snape, I hate Molfoy."

He began to cry. Hermione pulled him close and allowed him to cry on her chest. "Harry we're going to get them." She said softly stroking his hair.

"The worst of it all, is that I hate Dumbledore for leaving me. Who will I turn to?" He asked himself. "Who do I trust?"

"We're here Harry. Ron and I." Hermione said. They stared at each other for a long moment. Suddenly Harry was aware of Hermione's femininity and pulled away.

"I'm just going to go to sleep now. Maybe I will fill differently tomorrow," he said kicking off his trainers then stretching out on the bed.

"Harry," Hermione said, "I'm glad you finally cried. I want you to know that it's perfectly normal to feel the way you do. But you are not the only person that was affected by Dumbledore's death."

"Yes well your situation and mine are quite different. Aren't they?" Harry responded.

"You forget, I am standing with you in this battle." Hermione said becoming more bothered than she meant to.

"That was your choice wasn't it? Because I fully intended to go it alone." Harry said sitting back up coming nose to nose with Hermione. They stared at each other again. Their eyes were drawing meaning from the other's gaze.

Try as he might Harry had not been able to disengage himself from Hermione's eyes. "Harry." Ron said coming into the room. "Have you seen Her... hey Hermione." The two had looked away from each other by the time Ron found what he was looking for. He noticed Harry and said. "Whas' the matter with you?"

"Ron, come on, let's leave Harry alone for a while." Hermione said pulling her boyfriend out of his room.

Harry stared after her. What was that? He thought as he lay back on the bed and before Ron returned to the room, he had drifted off to sleep.