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Chapter Two

Harry Potter stood looking out one of the windows in the Burrow while Ginny sat on the couch in tears. "Please don't leave me, I love you," she cried, "There has to be another way." Harry sighed, running a hand through messy, jet black hair. "There is no other way Gin, I have to leave. Voldemort killed my parents, Sirius and Dumbledore, Cedric and others, he has to die."

She stood, leaving the couch, and walked over to Harry. The youngest Weasley placed a trembling hand on his shoulder. Harry turned to face her, tears beginning to run down his face as well. She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around him, and standing on her tiptoes she delicately kissed him on the lips.

Harry woke abruptly in a cold sweat, genuine tears on his face. He sat in the cold darkness for a few moments then reached over to turn on a lamp. His hand first touched the note signed R.A.B. then the fake Slytherin Locket. Thoughts of Dumbledore's death flooded his mind but that was no longer his main concern. Drawing his hand away he got out his wand, muttering Lumos, instead of turning on the lamp. The light cast an eerie glow on the room and once again he regretted staying in the Shrieking Shack.

He had needed to go somewhere where no one would look for him; he'd needed to be alone, without distraction. He needed to plan for his final confrontation with Voldemort, but he was still having trouble pushing thoughts of his friends and especially of Ginny from his mind. Harry found himself constantly thinking of them, even dreaming about them, when he should have thought of nothing but Voldermort's death.

He looked off into space, once again remembering the day he had left his friends, the ones who had been so close to him, they had been like his family.

He looked up and found himself looking into a dusty, broken mirror. He found his own image hard to look at, and seeing himself alone made the memories even clearer. He could see them waving, wanting him to stay where he would be safe. They didn't seem to understand that he would never be completely safe until Voldemort was vanquished or that he wasn't doing it for himself. Well Hermione probably had, she had always understood him better than others. He figured it been that way since their first year, when they were alone with the potions. She had seen his true self, not the mask he sometimes wore and she had understood his fear as he stepped through the flames to retrieve the Sorcerers Stone.

Ginny stood in front of everyone else, tears once again streaming down her face. The night before he left she had begged him not to leave her alone, she had wrapped her arms around him, and she had kissed him. He'd wanted to kiss her back but instead he had pushed her away, causing her to cry even more. Simply remembering the night had made cry, and he had just relived it in a recurring nightmare.

It had only been a little over a year since he left but to Harry it had seemed like an eternity. He wondered if Hermione and Ron had gotten together yet, probably not. Ron was too stubborn and pig-headed to admit he liked Hermione even the slightest bit and Hermione was to vain to admit that she had mutual feelings for Ron though hers were not as strong as his. Harry had to kill Voldermort before he could even think about returning to his friends.

He had made sure Voldermort wouldn't catch him at a bad time, or in the wrong place. Whenever Harry was out in the open the Dark Lord was never there. He'd finally realized that he needed to go somewhere that Lord Voldermort wanted him to be. His best bet was the cemetery where Voldemort had risen and tried to kill him. He had made up his mind, he would go to the cemetery where they had battled, where Cedric had been murdered and where the Dark Lord was brought back to full power. It was the only way to get back to his friends and Ginny if she would forgive him for leaving.

First he had to kill the man who had killed both his parents, and the master of the Death Eaters that had killed Sirius and Dumbledore. Voldemort had to die for all the pain he had not only put Harry though, but also the ones who suffered because of his evil-doing.

It was set in his mind; Voldemort had to die even if it meant Harry perished as well.

That's Chapter Two! Review please! Thanks for reading- And so we go. –The twins