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-At St. Mungo's-

Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked into the room and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley waited outside. They knew that the children should be with Harry first. After all, they were like siblings to Harry.

"Harry…Can you hear me?" Ron said.

"Yeah, I can hear you."

"Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I didn't worry you guys, did I?"

"Of course you did, Harry. We worry about you like our own brother. Each of us do," Hermione said to him.

"Thanks, do you think I could talk to Ginny for a minute?"

"Sure," Hermione said. She motioned for Ron to come with her and they left. Harry got out of his bed and walked to the window and looked out of it.

"Ginny, do you see why you couldn't stay with me? You could have been hurt. I have to do this, Ginny. I don't want to see you again."

"Harry, no. I love you. I don't care if you were hurt. I'd still want to be by your side."

Harry whipped around and looked at her. "Listen to me, Ginny. I'm never going to see you again. Stay away. I don't want to see you anymore."

"Harry…Please. I love you. Don't do this to me." She said. She walked to him and looked into his eyes the same way she did the night before. Only this time, there was a difference. There was darkness in them. There wasn't love like there was the night before. This time, Harry knew that he had to hide his emotions. He loved Ginny, but he had to let her go. Ginny saw the cold in his eyes and she backed away slowly from him and shook her head.

Something changed him and she felt it in the depth of her heart. She felt the tears building behind her eyes. She ran out of the room and went straight to the fireplace in the lounge. She took Floo Powder and said, "The Burrow". When she got there, she ran to her room and cried in her bed. She found the knife she had used the day before and lifted her sleeve. She pressed the knife to her pale skin and moved it an inch. She lifted the knife and saw a mark only an inch long. She knew that it wasn't much but it hurt.

Back at St. Mungo's, Harry knew he had hurt Ginny. He didn't want to do it, but he had to stray her from him. Harry made sure to cry before his friends had arrived so that Ginny wouldn't see how much it was hurting him as well to let her go. He couldn't let Ginny go through the pain he had been put through the night before. The Cruciatus Curse was worse than death itself and he refused to let Ginny feel it. After he defeated Voldemort, he would fix it. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too late.

Just then, Hermione and Ron came back in. "Harry, what happened?" Ron asked.

"I broke up with Ginny."

"I thought you did that while we were at Hogwarts."

"I did. She refused to accept it. I had to do it, Ron."

"I know you did. She'll understand one day. Thanks for always looking for Ginny's safety, Harry."

"No problem. You guys best make sure she's alright. Hermione, comfort her. You've always been like a sister to her."

"Sure, Harry," Hermione said. After that, Hermione and Ron left the room again and went to the lounge of St. Mungo's and Flooed home to the Burrow. Hermione told Ron to stay downstairs so that she could talk to Ginny privately. She walked upstairs and knocked on Ginny's door. When there was no response, she walked in and up to Ginny's bed. Ginny had fallen asleep but her pillow was stained with tears. Hermione looked at her on the bed and then saw the kitchen knife at the foot of the bed. Hermione gasped and covered her mouth. 'What has she been doing? I hope it's nothing dangerous.' Hermione thought. She went downstairs.

"How is she?" Ron asked.

"She's sleeping; I'll talk to her later."

-An hour later-

Hermione went upstairs again and into Ginny's room and Ginny was just waking up. "Ginny, what have you been doing?"

"What do you mean, Hermione? I've been asleep."

"I mean it, Ginny. Look at the fucking foot of your bed. A kitchen knife lays there, Ginny, a knife with a small amount of blood on it. A small amount of blood is there, but it is blood nonetheless."

'Oh, God. Hermione's found me red handed, I can't tell her though. She would kill me. Me, a cutter? I hope she can forgive me…' "I was doing this," Ginny said, lifting up her sleeve. "Harry hurt me, Herm. I couldn't bear it…" Ginny's voice broke off as tears ran from her eyes once again.

Hermione went to her friend's aid and held her. "Ginny, you can't do this. We care about you, you know that. Harry doesn't want you hurt. I promise I won't tell anyone about this if you promise to stop this. Do we have a deal, Ginny?"

"Fine, I promise."

Hermione left the room and Ginny hid her knife once again. 'I hope she means that promise. Ginny knows that it's dangerous. Why does she keep going? I need to watch her. I wonder if I should tell Harry. No, I can't. Not unless it's really needed.' Hermione went downstairs and spoke with Ron.

"Hey, Ron, what have you been up to?"

"Nothing much, have you spoken to Ginny yet?"

"Of course I did. She's doing fine. A little heartbroken, but fine nonetheless. I just hope that Harry defeats Voldemort soon. That way he can get back together with Ginny. Who knows what she might do if Harry stays this way for too long."

"I see, do you think he can do it?"

"I have no doubt in him at all."

Sorry that this was such a short chapter. I need at least 15 reviews or I'll never finish this. I swear I won't. Total of 15 reviews and I'll keep writing. Also, give me some ideas in your reviews. I hope to write again,

-IzzyG