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The words in bold are the lyrics of Light Up Ahead by Further Seems Forever. Go to to listen to it, or if you're really cool you'll go buy the entire CD Hide Nothing and listen to them all.

Chapter 1:Light Up Ahead

Harry sat looking out at the fast falling snow piling up on the sill of the dormitory window. Thoughts were racing through his mind that he thought would never have been there. She's Ron's little sister for God's sake! But no, now at fifteen years of age she was no longer just Ron's little sister but a beautiful young woman, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. It was now no longer a question of whether or not to tell her of his feelings but of how. He couldn't just mosey on up to her and say, "Hey Ginny! You're amazing, and I really like you. Do you want to go out?" Or could he?

His silent pondering was broken by none other than Ginny Weasley herself knocking on the door of the room shared by Harry, Ron, and the other sixth year boys. At the sight of just Harry in the room sitting on his bed she blushed lightly. "Hey Harry. I, er… was just wondering if Ron was in here but, er… he's not so, um… I'll just be going."

She made to slip out of the door, but Harry had quickly jumped up from his four-poster. "Hey Ginny, wait a minute." It was do or die, now or never time. She looked a little confused at him asking her to stay but mostly nervous.

There was a long uncomfortable silence in which both of them just stood there looking off in different directions waiting for the other to speak. Finally Harry got his mouth around his words. "Ginny, I really, really like you," he said shakily.

"Oh Harry!" she cried as she flung herself onto him. The rest would go down in history.

It was nearing the end of Harry's sixth year, and he and Ginny were lounging on their usual couch in front of the common room fire, while Ron and Hermione were curled up in the opposite one. And so this was their traditional Saturday ritual, but instead of the relaxing evening that the other three were having, Harry was feeling anxious. He would be leaving in a few weeks to look for the remaining horcruxes.

Ginny turned her head over in his lap and grinned shyly at him. God, how he loved that smile. It really wasn't the thought of leaving to fight Voldemort that was making him sick to his stomach; it was the thought that he wasn't sure that Ginny knew how much he actually cared about her. He told her everyday that he loved her, but Harry didn't know if she really knew how much. Tonight was the night he had planned to tell her, but the common room being so full of people didn't seem to be the right spot.

"Hey Ginny, you want to go for a walk?" he asked.

"Sure, but what about Ron and Hermione?" she questioned as she shot a look in their direction but decided that it was okay to leave when she saw that they were fast asleep in each other's arms. She smiled inside at the sight of them finally together. It only took them long enough, she thought to herself.

Harry had suddenly grabbed her hand and was dragging her through the portrait hole. They wound their way down through the deserted castle and out the large doors of the Great Hall. The warm summer air felt good on their cheeks and gave Harry a much needed boost of confidence for what he was about to try to explain. He finally stopped when they came to a small grove of trees that hid them from the castle lights along the side of the lake.

Ginny could sense that he was nervous by the way that he now held her hand. His grip was tight but shaky, and his palm was sweaty. He quickly grabbed her other hand and let out an audible sigh. "Ginny, have I ever told you how much I love you?" he asked.

She let out a small giggle. Had he brought her all the way out here to ask her that? "Of course you have. Just about every time I see you, I'm pretty sure. I think your record may have been twelve times during lunch if I'm not mistaken." She once again graced him with her beautiful smile.

He gave a little chuckle at her answer, because he knew it to be true. This was no time to lose his focus though. He sat them both down on the soft grass and said, "No, but Ginny, I really do, and I don't think you understand how much. Before you I felt like I was in this alone. Even though Ron and Hermione were there I felt like I was going up against Voldemort by myself, like I was empty. I feel…full when I'm with you. Complete."

Take this heart of darkness. I give it up. And all the emptiness, you fill it up. The times that I feel like nothing you bring enough, so I can live for something. You lift me up.

Tears were already starting to form in Ginny's eyes. "Harry, I…"

"No, Ginny. Just wait. Sometimes I feel like this is just a bad dream and that someday I'm going to wake up and everything will be fine, but then I realize that I'm only kidding myself. But when I look into your eyes I find the reason that I want to stay in this bad dream, because you're here too."

And all these bad dreams, I wake up to the light. And when I can't see I wake up to your eyes. Wake me up.

"You are my light in this darkness, and I know that you'll always be there in the end."

There's a light up ahead. There's a light up ahead. Wake me up. There's a light up ahead.

Ginny by now had thrown herself into his arms and was sobbing. She loved him so much. She had been waiting for this declaration of passion for so long now. Harry slowly stroked her flaming red hair as she cried happy tears into his shoulder. This is going to be the hard part he thought, and so he continued, "Everything is going to get really complicated soon though Ginny. I have to kill Voldemort and become the exact thing that I despise: a murderer. I don't want to do it Ginny. I don't even know if I can." His voice broke.

It gets so complicated if you live enough. Turn into what you hated, you're breaking up.

He was now shaking slightly from the thought of having to kill Voldemort. He held Ginny close, but it was now her turn to speak, "Harry, you have to, and you know you do. But even if you do kill him, I will be with you the entire time. I won't think any less of you. I'll think more."

The times that I feel nothing you bring enough, so I can live for something. You lift me up.

Harry couldn't bear to hear Ginny talk about his future plans to murder Voldemort and had averted his eyes. "Harry look at me," she whispered. When he met her eyes they seemed to be glowing in the moonlight.

And all these bad dreams, I wake up to the light. And when I can't see I wake up to your eyes. Wake me up.

"I'll be your light."

There's a light up ahead. There's a light up ahead. Wake me up. There's a light up ahead.

"Oh God, I love you Ginny," he whispered back, his voice full of passion. Suddenly his lips came crashing down on hers, and they were lost in momentary bliss.