A/n: Thanks for the reviews guys! I think you're retarded - we'll hear about Hermione and Ron later on.

Surprise

"Harry?" A small voice croaked. "What a surprise to see you here."

It certainly was. Six months. It's been six months since he last saw her. Six months since he heard her voice. But within those six months not once did he forget what she looked like. Not once did he forget the sound of her voice. He remembered every freckle, every mark, and every strand of hair.

"I look horrible don't I?" She managed to laugh. "I know I've had better days, but I haven't had time to fix myself up and look pretty lately."

"No you look fine," he finally found words to say.

She smiled gratefully. "You're still as sweet as you were back in -"

"May I take your order miss?" A voice interrupted. Harry turned around and saw Jenny giving both of them a quizzical look.

"Actually I should be leaving, I mean I don't have any money to pay for this, and I don't want him to come here…" Ginny trailed off.

"Two of the usual please," Harry seated himself across Ginny. He gave Jenny an 'I'll explain later look' and Jenny just rolled her eyes, took the menu and left.

"You – you didn't have to do that Harry," She felt embarrassed. "I mean after those awful things I said to you. I wouldn't be talking to me if I were you." Then she laughed again. "God I don't make sense."

"No, I know what you mean," he replied. He tried not to stare at her, but he couldn't help it. She had changed so much. She had dark spots under her eyes, droopy eye bags and she looked 10 years older than she was. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, but there were so many strands out of place. Her face was bony and she had some cuts which she attempted to cover with tremendous amount of makeup.

Their plates came and Jenny kept giving Harry an icy look. He tried to reassure her by smiling at her but it didn't work. They didn't say anymore while they ate. But she could feel him staring at her. She caught him many times and he would try to look away quickly but he wasn't fast enough.

Finally she cracked a smile. "Is this like a game to you or something? It's as if we were back in the common room, or at the library, or during one of your quidditch practices or something."

"Quidditch," he repeated. "Haven't heard of that for awhile."

"I haven't been on a broom for about 12 years," Ginny said in an almost whisper.

"I thought you liked flying,"

"I did, well I still do. I mean, I don't know,"

"How are Ron and Hermione? I don't think they even know I'm back yet,"

She started playing with her egg yolk. "I don't think they even know I'm still alive."

"What?" He stopped chewing.

"It – It's complicated Harry," She said plainly. "Lots of things happened when you were gone."

He grabbed her hand without thinking. "So maybe now's the time to tell me."

She quickly pulled away. He suddenly realized the skin was peeling off her hand. She smiled. "Boiling water. It kinda stings."

"Ginny, please," He began. What had happened to her? He didn't want to push the subject, but he had to know.

She wiped her lips with a napkin. "I should go. I mean I don't want to see innocent people getting hurt."

"Why would that happen?" He wasn't ready for her to leave yet. Not until he got some answers. Not until he knew the truth.

"Derrick," was all she said. She stood up and took out a wallet from her purse. She turned it over and dozens of coins poured on the table. She bent down and reached for a dirty, green backpack from under the chair. "See you around."

"No, wait," he got up as well. "You can't go yet, we barely even talked and - "

"Here's a spot mom!" A little girl pointed out loudly. She hopped on Ginny's seat and motioned for her parents to come.

Harry placed some bills on the table, not even counting them. Ginny was already heading out the door.

"Harry?" He heard Jenny calling her, but he ignored her and quickly caught up to Ginny. He felt a raindrop hit his cheek.

"Ginny please wait," He grabbed her backpack and pulled her back. She fell into him, helpless.

"STOP IT! LET GO!" She screamed. She started punching his chest and pushing him away.

Harry held her tighter, as if to protect her from the rain that was pouring harder.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! Can't you take a fucking hint?" She kept screaming. He didn't let go.

"Not until you tell me what's happening," he whispered.

"Why do you suddenly start caring about me now? Huh?" She cried angrily. He loosened his arms around her. "Where were you when I was in that room with him? Where were you when I was crying for help? Where were you when I watched him torture my family? Where were you then? Where were you when my parents died? Where the fuck were you then? ANSWER ME!"

She was now completely free of him, her hair drenched with water. "There are things that are better left unsaid Harry. And there are things that are better unknown. For your sake."

"I could help you," he said, feeling stupid.

"HA!" She took her backpack off and unzipped the main pocket. "You say you want to help me? Fine." People were giving them odd looks but minded their own business.

What is she doing?

She reached inside and pulled out a silver handgun. "Here," She stretched her hand to him. "Take this. Shoot me."

"Are you out of your mind?" He was in disbelief. Ginny with a gun? For one thing, most witches don't even know what a gun is. "What's the matter with you? Why don't you just put that thing away and we can talk at the Grimauld place."

She began waving the gun in the air. Civilians were staring at her and swearing at her. "Put that shit down you crazy bitch!" Someone yelled at her.

"Mind your own fucking business junior!" She said angrily. "Oh come on dear Harry Potter, you said you wanted to help. So help me by shooting the living shit out of me!"

"Gin - " He didn't know what to do. "Someone call the police!" He shouted randomly. People merely rushed by, trying to get away from them as quickly as possible.

"No, make that a funeral home," Ginny gave him a twisted smile and pointed the gun directly to her head. She pulled the trigger even before he could yell out her name.

"OH MY GOD!" someone screamed.

Babies and little boys and girls were crying. Mothers were covering their eyes. Fathers picked their children up and took off hastily.

People were aghast and in shock.

And Harry was just standing there, a puddle of blood forming underneath him, mixing with the water.