Harry shook awake, with his scar hurting, he could barely see the clock on the nightstand. Six thirty in the morning, but it wasn't the time that was bothering him; he knew that in a today he would be going to the Weasley's. Only two days until Bill and Fluer's wedding and then a little over two weeks before his birthday, and then he would be leaving them all. Although, as he sat up in bed that morning rubbing his scar, it wasn't the search for the Horcruxes that was bothering him; he would be seeing Ginny for the first time since they had broken up.

He knew that he shouldn't have done it; and more so that thinking about it right now was only making it worse. She had to remain safe, and he was determined to prevent the news of her importance to him safe. Yet even in the back of his mind he knew there was something wrong with this plan, he couldn't put his finger on what he was missing but he knew for certain that somehow she was still in danger.

Once finished dressing he noticed the letter sitting on the desk, Hedwig his owl was asleep in her cage but the letter was unopened. The oddity of this letter on the desk became the highest interest for Harry as he moved towards it. Picking it up he read, in fine letters that he recognized as his former headmaster's, his full name stated on the front. On the back was the wax seal of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry; in seconds the seal was broken and the letter pulled from within. Harry read over the letter to himself quietly before setting it down on the desk and returning to the bed.

Dear Harry,

I know that you are currently at your relative's home, and will be leaving soon as
I had previously instructed Fawks to give this letter to you precisely then. When you
are picked up today you will be taken first to Hogwarts where you will need to speak
to, dare I say, headmistress McGonagall. After that you are welcome to go where
ever you like, but I am sure that a certain young red-head would be very
disappointed if you did not atleast visit her before you disappeared.

Remember Harry, it is your ability to love that separates you from Tom Riddle and
you should use that to your advantage.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

The letter had been correct, as not two hours later Harry stood in the opening to the fireplace of the new Headmistresses' Room. Though rather unchanged from the way that it was in light of Dumbledore's death it was not the same, knowing that he would never return. McGonagall stood from her chair as Harry and Lupin stepped forward from the fireplace, gesturing for them to sit.

"Potter," she began, "still not going to tell me what your discussions with Albus were about." Harry merely shook his head, but even that little motion made his insides churn.

"Minerva, we need to move along quickly. Ms. Weasley will be very upset if we're not back quickly." Lupin said with a mild grin, which Harry caught as he listen to what he had said. Harry couldn't help but question if he had confused Ginny for Mrs. Weasley, but before he could ponder it more McGonagall stood up.

"Very well, let us be done with this quickly. Dumbledore left you a few things when he died, and since we didn't feel the need to risk," but at this point she was interrupted.

"Didn't feel the need to risk me being out in public?" Harry hastily spat out, McGonagall and Lupin looked at him with concern.

"Its for your own good Harry," Lupin tried to calm him.

"I'll be seventeen soon, and I'll decide what is for my own good. Thank you very much." His temper was flaring but it wasn't all, several of the papers around the room had begun to shift around.

McGonagall eyed him wearily, expecting him to burst at any moment, but continued when he said nothing more. "Albus left you this box and this," she stood pulling out a bowl like dish from a cupboard. Harry nodded slightly and picked up the bowl and box before saying anything walking to the fireplace again.

Before he threw the green powder into the fire he turned to McGonagall and said, "Thank you for teaching everything you could, and when I go please do not search for me." With that he threw the powder into the flames and yelled out 'the burrow.'

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He arrived with a thump almost dropping the box he held in his arms, "still not used to the floo?" giggled the most beautiful girl he had ever seen from her chair at the table.

"Just when I'm carrying packages I think, but its nothing like apparating. Devilish that is, still prefer broom travel." Harry replied setting the two items onto the table and dusting himself off. Ginny had become very interested in the bowl but looked away when he glanced at her, she was blushing again. "It's Dumbledore's pensive if you must know; he left it to me apparently. Maybe I'll get a good use out of it, got a lot on my mind before I lea…"

She was staring at him, "you're going to leave us?"

It was then that Ron had entered the room, "Ah Harry! I thought you weren't going to come. Hermione's already started a letter to you; I should go tell her that you're here. It's almost like she doesn't want to miss out on the action more than me." Just as he had entered he was gone, then Ginny and Harry were once again left to themselves.

"Ron and Hermione are going aren't they?" Harry could only nod, she wasn't supposed to find out like this. She broke his defenses so easily and yet she didn't take advantage of them. "Are you going to tell me what this is about? Just because I'm not your," she paused before looking away and continueing, "girlfriend doesn't mean I don't care about you. Infact, I just want to make sure that you get all the help you can so when you return from where ever it is, you'll still be able to hold me tight."

They sat there in an awkward silence until they heard a cough from the doorway, "What are you two doing, why haven't you kissed her yet?" Harry forgot that no one had told Ron that he and Ginny had broken up. Ginny was just about to get up and leave when Harry's hand instinctively reached out and caught her's. When she looked back at him a single tear was running down her face and she pulled away and walked up the stairs. "Bloody hell, did you two break up? You were right perfect for each other mate," Ron looked bewildered at what was happening in front of him.

"You can't honestly think that because she's the one I love I can be with her when Voldemort might find out about her?" Harry sighed running a hand through his hair.

"Love her? I just thought you two were dating. Bloody hell, I really am out of the loop. And whatcha mean You-Know-Who finding out?"

"Ronald!" Hermione had finally entered the room; she rushed over and gave Harry a hug before turning back on Ron, "he means that she'll be a target if Voldemort finds out about how much he cares about her."

"Well that's bullocks," Ron cried, "You-Know-Who is going to know soon enough that you've been dating. After all, it was in the papers plus I'm sure that bloody bastard Snape was keeping an extra careful eye on you last term." Then it clicked in Harry's head; he had forgotten about Snape and Malfoy returning to Voldemort, surely he would already know the situation and Ginny was already in trouble.

"Well at least she'll be safer here with her family."

"Bullocks on that too,"

"Ronald watch your language."

"I'm just saying, the safest place for her would be with you Harry. I mean Dumbledore was always talking about how Love was the most powerful thing you know. I'm just glad that you'll be with us Hermione." The second awkward silence of the day had fallen over the Weasley kitchen.

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A/N: meant to have someone check this over for spelling and detail mistakes, but I got lazy. So there you go, chapter one. Hopefully you all liked it and will review it, but if not that's cool I've just got to write this shit anyway to get it out of my head. Though I would love responses to later stuff about the Horcruxes.