A/n: Sorry guys about not updating again. I did update my other fic though, so I'm proud of myself for that. Wow 12 reviews in 3 chapters! Thanks so much. This chapter's pretty long so I hope I can make up for the lack of updates!

The parts written like this are flashbacks

Flashback to the past (part one)

Harry decided not to surprise anyone else about his visits. He couldn't care less if they still remembered him, not after the whole Ginny thing. How could this all have happened? He couldn't understand why she wouldn't have gotten his letters. He couldn't understand why she didn't think he would come back. He had promised her that he would, that should've been enough. She was the only thing that kept him alive in the caves. Every night he would stare at her picture, wishing he could somehow just jump in there to be with her. She had definitely without a doubt changed.

Harry apparated into his lonely residence, Sirius's old house. Everything was completely covered in dust. Cobwebs were in every corner. He saw dust particles floating in the air.

"Well this is going to take a while to clean up," He said to himself. Maybe he shouldn't have freed Kreecher? But Kreecher and him could never get along, always yelling at each other because Kreecher still didn't see him as part of the family. Harry had decided that he might as well just free the stubborn house elf. He planned on getting another one, but Hermione said she would never let him hear the end of it. Well I bet S.P.E.W doesn't even matter to you now, Hermione, he thought to himself. I bet you already have one of your own anyway!

He dragged his suitcase up the stairs and into his bedroom. He made a trail of water dripping from his clothes. He opened his bedroom door and saw complete darkness. He lit up his wand and found five candles that he had left 14 years ago on a table. He lit them up and saw how bare his room was. "Well today's not the day to start redecorating," he muttered. He hit his hand on the bed and dust particles by the hundreds flew out.

He sighed and decided to sleep on the cold, hardwood floor. He had slept in much worse places, so this was like heaven on his back. He took out a bunch of clothes from his suitcase and used it as a pillow and a towel for a blanket. Then he shut his eyes and tried his best to sleep.

"Oh my god you're soaking wet!" Aleesha Roberts exclaimed as Ginny walked in the bar.

"I – I k – know," Ginny shivered. She was making little puddles on the floor.

"Come here, I'll fix you up," Rachel Anderson told her. Rachel took out her wand and said, "Chaudiccio!" Hot air came out of her wand like a blow dryer. She pointed it at Ginny's clothes and they started drying. Then she worked on Ginny's hair. After about five minutes, Ginny was completely dry.

"Thanks," Ginny said.

"No problem," Rachel patted her on the back. "Did you figure out who that crazy man was? How'd he know your name?"

Ginny looked at her mug of butterbeer and said softly, "He was nobody."

"But how can he just know your name? Was he a pedophile?" Clarissa Locks asked.

"I don't know how he knows my name," Ginny said simply. "And I don't know if he was a pedophile or not. He just wanted some money so I gave him a couple of sickles and he left. That's it."

"You took awfully long out there though," Aleesha pointed out.

"It was because I thought I saw someone I knew," Ginny assured her. "I'm fine guys, really. It was just a really random thing that happened and we'll probably never see him again."

"Thank heavens for that!" Clarissa nodded. "So are we all heading to Robbie's after?"

"Yeah of course!" Rachel nodded. "I wouldn't miss it for anything!" Everyone else cried in agreement except Ginny. "What's wrong hun?"

"I don't think I wanna go anymore. I'm kinda tired actually, and after that whole beggar thing, I think I've had enough for today," She answered slowly.

"But Gin! This party has been planned for the longest time, since like, forever!" Clarissa gasped. "And what would Derrick do without you there?"

"As if Derrick fucking cares a rat's ass about me," Ginny snapped. "He has no reason not to fuck another girl that he meets there."

"But you're his favorite Ginny! I heard him telling the guys the other day that you -" Rachel began.

"I don't care what he tells his friends about me, ok? I just wanna go home and sleep and forget this whole night ever happened," Ginny said firmly. "See you some other night girls." She got up quickly and left.

"I think it's safe to say that 'hobo' wasn't an ordinary hobo," Aleesha stated.

"Hmm hmmm," The others agreed.

Ginny quickly unlocked the door to her apartment. She lived alone in a small, one-bedroom apartment in London. She turned on the lights and sighed when she saw piles of dishes left on the sink. She threw her bag on the couch and went to her room. She changed into her pajamas and hopped on the bed.

Why would he just come back like that, after all these years? She thought as she lay in bed. Does he think that those years were so easy for me? I tried my best to be patient, I really did…but after 14 years? I don't think so.

She still remembered back in his graduation, when they were out in the gardens, holding hands, caring for nothing in the world but each other. Everything was perfect, until he told her about his 'mission'. All the anger, sadness, shock and disappointment came back all at once to her. The worst memory of all, was Ron coming in the girls' dormitory and telling her Harry had already gone and left nothing but a note.

A note? Why couldn't he have at least talked to me before leaving? Did he think a note would make me feel better? Well it fucking didn't! Ginny clutched her pillow tightly. She remembered reading it, and crying, crying, crying… That was all she could do. Cry. What did she get out of crying? Nothing at all. She read the note at least 5 times everyday during the summer and even when school had started. Everyday of every month she waited for an owl from him. Nothing came.She blamed it on the possible tough schedule and work he was doing in the mission. Then she blamed it on the weather. Then she blamed it on Hedwig, but she doubted that, because Hedwig was a very reliable bird and she could never get lost. Pretty soon she got fed up with waiting and waiting.

To make it worse, it seemed as if everyone around her were so happy with their lives. Ron and Hermione finally got together. Percy married Penelope and had children. Bill and Charlie had their own respective families. Even Fred and George got themselves girlfriends. Most of her friends had their own boyfriends, and that was all they would talk about. They often insisted with setting her up with other boys in their grade, but she always refused.

"Ginny, you're wasting your life waiting for Harry to come back," Luna told her. "I know he's a one in a million type of guy, but it's stupid of him to think that you – with that pretty face – can just stay single for 12 years and wait for him! That's crazy talk I tell you."

"Seriously Ginny," Another one of her friends, Amanda Hogan added. "I hear fellows talking about you all the time! They all want a piece of you."

"No, I don't wanna date or see anyone. As far as I'm concerned, I'm taken," she said stubbornly.

"Suit yourself," Amanda sighed. "If I were you, I would've started dating as soon as Harry left."

"Well you're not me are you?" Ginny snapped.

The feelings of loneliness and anguish surrounded Ginny everyday. Her hopes for the letters to come were never fulfilled. She was angry and frustrated and confused. Why wouldn't he write to her? Did he find another girl in his mission? Then doubt came to her mind. Maybe he was lying about the mission? Perhaps he was actually somewhere else, having a good time in paradise? She told herself to stop doubting, but eventually it got to her. It was driving her crazy.

Eventually she gave into her friends and went out with Jake Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's distant relative. He was very nice and respectful, but he didn't want to do anything. Meaning, he didn't have much time for her, and he was more concerned with Quidditch, friends and anything but spending time with her. The only time he did spend time with her was when he wanted to snog or when his friends were busy. However, Ginny's friends urged her to stay with him in thoughts that he would change. He surprisingly did, after about two months, and he invited her for Christmas Holidays at his own mansion.

At his mansion, there was a huge gathering for all the Malfoys and their relatives. Guess who she saw there? None other than Draco himself with his sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well, well Jake, I didn't know you were going out with this -" Draco smirked as he saw Ginny and his own relative holding hands.

"Don't finish that sentence Draco. This gathering wasn't held for our family to start a fight," Jake replied.

"Wow, protective," Draco raised his eyebrows. Then he stared at Ginny carefully, who clutched Jake's hand tighter. She was wearing a strapless, lilac silk dress, her hair was tied back tightly into a bun, but a few curled strands were on the sides of her cheeks and she wore a gold necklace with a diamond pendant around her neck. She had violet eye shadow and light pink lipstick and some blush. She was quite stunning.

"What are you looking at?" She demanded. Draco's eyes made her feel uncomfortable for some reason.

"Nothing, just beginning to realize the fact that you've grown up quite a lot over the years. But I still remember you as that little girl who had a huge crush on Harry Potter," Draco grinned.

"You don't notice a lot of things Draco. Things change," Jake said in a stern voice.

"Oh they certainly do," Draco nodded. And with that, he and his 'friends' walked away to another family member.

"He is such an asshole," Ginny mumbled.

"Yeah he is, but he's still family," Jake shrugged.

She recalled the party going quite well, and that some Malfoys weren't as bad as she expected. She met a couple of people who were snotty and thought they were better than her just because she wasn't a Malfoy, but the rest were pretty nice. Then she had to go to the lavatory, and Jake was busy talking to his Uncles and Aunts so she decided not to bother him and went on her own. Unluckily, the mansion was so huge, probably about 200 times the Burrow. Nobody was inside the mansion, except for an occasional house elf bringing food to or from the kitchen.

"Uh, excuse me, but where's the washroom?" She asked a house elf passing by.

"Which one missus?" The house elf smiled, holding a plate of spaghetti.

"The closest one here?" She replied.

"Down that hallway, turn right and the first door to your left missus," The house elf told her.

"Thank you very much, the food is delicious by the way," Ginny smiled.

"Thank you missus," The house elf smiled widely and headed off to the tables.

Ginny followed the elf's instructions and found just one door to her left. As a matter of fact, there was only one door in the whole area. Hmm, weird, she thought. She opened the door and turned on the lights. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and she heard the door slam behind her.

A/n: Well most of you will probably hate me for doing this…but I'm going to cut it off right here and continue Ginny's story on the next chapter. please don't be TOO mad not to review though!