Disclaimer: Still haven't found enough money to buy the rights, so until i do J.K. still owns Harry.

A/N: Here is another chap to our story , had a little bit of trouble writting it but here it is. Oh by the way please review, we really would like to know what everyone thinks of our story.

At The Burrow

Tap tap tap. Harry stirred in his bed. Tap tap tap. Harry groped in the dark for his glasses. He could just make out something hovering outside his window. Turning on the light, Harry realized that it was Hedwig tapping on the window in the rain. He quickly opened the window, feeling guilty that he forgot to do so before he went to sleep. Hedwig flew in and landed with grace on his desk, holding out her leg, sprinkling water dropplets around her.

"I'm sorry. I forgot ,"Harry said in a small voice as he removed the letter from her leg.

Hedwig clipped him lightly on the shoulder when she was relieved of her letter, letting him know she wasn't mad, but slightly aggitated. She flew up to her cage and started grooming her wet feathers. Harry turned his letter over and recognized the neat hand writting of Mrs. Weasley.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday, Dear. You're finally of age! Arthur and I are ever so proud of you. I can hardly believe that the quiet little boy at King's Cross and the hansome young man whom I am writting to are the one in the same. Ginny will be round about midday to collect you, Ron and Hermione for your birthday party at the Burrow. We will give you your gift there. Happy birthday again, Dear.

With love always,

Mum Weasley

Harry looked at his clock. 12:03. He had forgotten it was his birthday. He re-read the letter and set it down on his desk. He was of age at last. He sat down on his bed as this sank in. I'm of age! He picked up his wand off of his desk and pointed it at Hedwig.

"Siccus!" he said. A soft, warm light wafted from the tip of his wand and surrounded Hedwig. When it faded, she was completely dry. She hooted dolefully at him.

Harry stared at the window, holding his breath. Nothing happened. He waited a minute longer. No Ministry owl came swooping in to tell him that he had broken any rules or Secrecy Acts.

Harry couldn't remember how long it had been since he had felt this truely happy. He was of age, an adult. Soon, in mere days, he would be leaving the Dursley's forever. This thought made him want to run and scream for joy at the top of his lungs. He intertained thoughts of waking up the Dursley's with a magical display, but he thougt better of it. Save it for later, he thought to himself. Instead, he contented himself with casting a Water Shield Charm around his now completely open window and let the sound of the rain lull him to a peaceful sleep.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" Hermione said, hugging Harry when he emerged from his room later that morning. She had a lovely breakfast set up in their sitting room. "You're finally of age! Have you done any magic?"

"A little," Harry replied, sleepily.

"Happy Birthday, Mate," Ron said, extending a hand.

"Thanks," Harry said, shaking it. "Breakfast smells good."

"Thank you," Hermione said, "It's been nearly impossible to keep Ron out of it until you got up."

"I'm a growing boy, I mean man, and I need food! What's wrong with that?"

"The problem with that is that you eat everything in sight!" replied Hermione, giggling. "And this is for Harry's birthday, it wouldn't do for you to have eaten it all before he got up!"

"I wouldn't have eaten it all," Ron said in a little voice, blushing slightly.

After the great breakfast, of which Harry noticed that Ron watched Hermione a lot and took great care not to eat too much, the three prepared to leave for the Burrow.

Harry could hear Ginny's voice coming from the sitting room. He could hear her giggling with Hermione, picture her eyes dancing and her cheeks flushing with glee...

"Harry, are you ready?"

Ron was standing in the doorway.

"Yeah, yeah..I'm all set," Harry answered distractedly.

Ron gave him a knowing smile and lead the way out of the room. Harry followed reluctantly. He wanted to see Ginny, but seeing her broke his heart. He realized that hers was breaking as well.

"Hello, Harry," she said politely.

"Hi, Gin. How are you?"

"Well, thanks. You?"

"Good. Really good."

Liar. Harry thought to himself. Be honest. You're miserable!

"Well, we better be going. Mum is expecting us," Ginny said, finally prising her eyes off of Harry.

Within five minutes, all four had been swept through the maze of grates that was the Floo Network and were standing around the kitchen of the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had made a fuss about how skinny and under-fed Ron, Harry, and Hermione looked, and with in another five minutes, there were heaping plates placed before each of them. Ron, who still felt as if he might perish after his small breakfast, was well into his second plate before the others were even half finished.

Ginny gitting up to put her plate in the sink, bent down and whispered to Hermione "I hope you don't mind doing a lot of cooking," and walked on.

"What?" Hermione gasped.

However, Ginny just gave her a knowing smile and disappeared upstairs. Hermione sat mouthing wordlessly, like a fish out of water.

"Whas wong Her-mon-y?" Ron asked through a mouth full of food.

"Nothing," Hermione said quickly, blushing furiously. She promptly finished cleared her plate and joined Ginny upstairs.

Harry and Ron filled their time that afternoon before the party flying around the Burrow. Harry knew that of all the things he would miss at Hogwarts, Quidditch would be the one he would miss most. He enjoyed flying around with Ron, tossing a Muggle soccar ball that Mr. Weasley had given them, but it wasn't the same as a real game.

As they flew around the house, Harry passed by Ginny's window. She was sitting on her bed with Hermione's arm around her. She was crying. A pain seared deep in Harry's chest, he thought he would be sick. He couldn't stand the sight of her beautiful, spirited, chocolate brown eyes shedding tears. He had a strong urge to go to her, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be alright, do anything to make the tears stop.

WHACK!

Harry was knocked out of his reverie by a smart hit to the face with the soccar ball that nearly unseated him.

"Sorry, Harry!" Ron said, flying up to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, rubbing the red spot on his face. "I just wasn't paying attention, that's all."

Ron looked from Harry to the window.

"Harry, I understand why you did what you did, otherwise you would already be dead for hurting my sister. But you know that telling her that you can't be together won't stop her from loving you. She's a Weasley. And once a Weasley sets their sights on someone, they're hooked for good," Ron said in a solemn voice, staring through the window himself. Harry had a suspicion that it wasn't the same girl he was concentrating his sights on.

"Boys! Boys! It's time for the party! Come inside and get washed up!" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the ground.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had really out done themselves on Harry's party. The whole Burrow was decorated, there was tons of Mrs. Weasley's delecious cooking, gifts, a cake and even Bill and Fleur got to stop by. They didn't get to stay very long as their wedding was in five days and they still had much to do.

When it came time for gifts, Hermione stepped up first. She gave Harry a very old, tattered book called Ancient Magic a Ways to Reverse It. Next, Ron gave Harry refills for his broom servicing kit. Bill and Fleur had left a card that contained four tickets to a Quidditch game of Harry's coice. Harry was trying not to think about why he had been given four tickets when he heard his name being called from the kitchen.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley?"

"Harry, you know how much Arthur and I care about you. You're like a son to us. And we just wanted to show you how much we love you."

With that, she waved her hand toward the wall. Harry's eyes watered ever so slightly when he saw what she had done. There was now a Harry Hand on the Weasley family clock.

Harry laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His brain just would not shut down, thoughts of Ginny and the journey he had ahead, leaving the Dursleys, Godric's Hollow, invaded his thoughts tonight. Frustrated and tired Harry rolled over and slammed his face into the pillow. He closed his eyes trying to will himself to sleep, but sleep didn't come. Harry gave a frustrated sigh and got out of bed, pulled on his trainers and quietly crept to the closet. He opened the door slowly and grabbed his firebolt. And with broom in hand Harry quietly exited the room.

The Burrow was quiet, everyone was peacefully sleeping. So Harry navigated thought the house, careful not make to much noise; just because he couldn't sleep didn't mean he had to ruin everyone else's night. Harry was thinking about how great it would be to be up in the air when he caught sight of Ginny's door. He stopped, entranced by it, as he stared that empty feeling begin to well up in him again. His heart quietly ached for Ginny. He place his hand on the door and wished he could open it and run to her and hold her the rest of the night. But he couldn't, Voldemort made sure of that. Why does he always have to take everything I love away from me, Harry said to himself. Without thinking, Harry grabbed the door knob, but he caught himself. No I can't. I have to protect her. And with that last thought he quietly walked down the stairs and outside.

Perfect night for a fly, Harry said to himself. The night was cool and there was a slight breeze. Harry threw the his firebolt over his shoulder and walked slowly to the mock Quidditch pitch that the twins and Ron had set up. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see a small figure sitting on a bench next to the field. His reverie was broken by the sound of his name.

"Harry?"

He turn around and found the last person he needed to see at this point in time, Ginny Weasley. Harry just stood there and stared at her, the way the moon light reflected off of her skin made Harry's heart skip a beat. She had never looked more beautiful than she did now.

"Harry? Why are staring at me?" Ginny said, blushing.She already knew the answer.

"Huh?...Oh, sorry", Harry stammered, "What are doing out here? Couldn't sleep?" he added quickly, trying to change the subject.

"No, you ?" Ginny replied.

"Couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind," Harry said in a sad tone, "Just thought I'd take a quick fly to get my mind off things." An awkward silence followed.

"I miss you," Ginny said quietly, looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"I miss you, too," was all that Harry could say, emptiness welling up inside him again.

"Then why? Why can't we be together?" Ginny cried out, tears filling her eyes.

"You know why," Harry said turning his head away from her. He just could not take seeing her hurt so much. He couldn't take he knowing that he was the cause of her pain.

"I don't care. I can take care of myself," Ginny said while getting up and walking toward Harry, tears rolling down her face.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He rushed over to Ginny and grabbed her. He couldn't take seeing her like this, he wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. Then he pulled his head back.

" I care, I don't know if i could forgive myself if he ever got a hold of you."

He looked down at her, her face tear-streaked and shining in the moonlight. He wiped off a stray tear off of her cheek and sighed.

"I never meant to..."

But his words where cut off by the feel of Ginny's lips against his. Harry then did something extremely stupid, he kissed her back.

The kiss was heaven. Something inside him exploded. How could he have ever let her go? This just feels so right, he thought to himself. He deepened the kiss and all thoughts of what might lie ahead vanished as he held the woman he loved. When his self-control finally caught up with him, thoughts of what might happen to Ginny if he took this any further invaded his mind. He pulled away quickly and looked straight into her chocolate brown eyes.

"I love you, but we can't."

With those words he let go of her and broke into a run. After a few paces, he got on his broom and kick off from the ground. He couldn't help but feel guilty for how he just left Ginny, but he had to get out of there before it went to far. He had planned to stay at the Burrow for a few days after the wedding, but as he flew he came to the conclusion that the only way to keep away from Ginny would be to leave the Burrow. After the wedding he would return to Privet Drive to protect Ginny.

Hours later, Harry landed on the ground. He didn't know exactly how long he had been flying, but he could see the sun rising in the east. He headed toward the room he was sharing with Ron, Firebolt over his shoulder, to try and get some sleep that he knew would not come.

After his broom was tucked safely back in the closet, Harry pulled back the covers to get into bed. On his pillow was a small package with a note laying on top. He recognized Ginny's dainty handwriting at once.

Dear Harry,

You have made it clear that you think you can't be with me. I am trying to undersand that. But try to understand that no matter how long you push me away, I will still be here and I will still love you. I bought these for you when we were together, but never had a chance to give them to you. Perhaps you and Ron can use them. Happy Birthday.

Yours in love forever,

Your Ginny

Harry unwrapped the package and out fell two small square mirrors and a note. These are two-way mirrors, like Sirius and your dad had. Have fun.

Harry just stood there and stared at Ginny's letter and the mirror, a single tear running silently down his face.