Harry clambered into the car and let himself sink into the comfort of the leather seat. He had hardly slept the night before and it was beginning to catch up with him. His eyelids felt heavy and he couldn't help but yawn openly.
"When we get home you should have a sleep mate, you look dead tired," Ron said, watching his almost unrecognizable friend. He had been worried about Harry all summer because his letters went un-answered, that is until he sent an invitation for Harry to spend the last week of the holidays at the burrow. He knew Harry was alive and ok because if he wasn't he would of heard from Dumbledore but he knew something must be wrong. He had just assumed Harry was taking Sirius's death really hard and just needed some time alone but seeing him now he knew it must be something different.
Harry's usual dress of over sized jeans and jumpers that snuck their way down his knees had been replaced by slightly baggy black pants and a black button up shirt. His black hair was as untamed as ever but was now past his ears, a tangled black mane framing his pale white face. His clothes looked slept in but his blood shot eyes told a completely different story.
The rest of the trip past in silence. Harry noticed Ron's hand gripping Hermione's on her lap and raised his eyebrows. Ron blushed and tried to pull his hand away but Hermione held on.
"Bout time," Harry muttered and Ron wasn't sure whether it was because he and Hermione had finally gotten together or because they had arrived. Mrs Weasley was waiting at the front door for them looking both tired and relieved. She clutched Harry when he got close enough and rested her head on his chest; he had grown since she had last seen him.
"Oh Harry dear, it's so good to see you again. The others are all inside waiting for you, and might I say you look very smart in your new clothes," she cooed, grinning up at him. He grinned back and went back to the car to retrieve his forgotten trunk. Ron lifted the other end and Hermione grabbed Hedwig's cage before they all trudged inside. The Weasley's lounge room was full to capacity; every surface had a bottom on it. When Harry entered they all looked up, all face's plastered with a grin, all that is except Remus's, who was sitting in the very corner of the room staring up at the ceiling. Harry greeted them all in turn, his cheeks beginning to hurt form smiling, until he got to Remus.
"Professor Lupin?" Harry said tentatively. The form in the chair stiffened.
"Hello Harry," Remus shook his head hard and his face melted into a grin. "It's so good to see you safe and well. How has your summer been?"
"Fine professor, just fine," Harry said shaking the man's outstretched hand.
All the Weasley children had turned up to greet Harry. Everyone, that is, except Percy. Though he was able to admit he was wrong he still couldn't face his family. Remus was the only none Weasley present except Hermione. After further greetings and conversation the group moved outside to spread out on the two tables the Weasley's had set up. Harry moved slightly behind the rest of the group, Ginny noticed and pulled back to walk with him.
"I like your new look," she said, pulling Harry's t-shirt lightly.
"Their just clothes," he said shrugging. If he knew people were going to make such a big deal out of it he would have remained in his old clothes.
"It's not just the outfit, you just seem… different, and I like it." Harry grinned at her and swung his arm over her shoulders.
"Well I'm glad someone does."
Harry enjoyed being back at the burrow. He didn't realize how much he had missed his friends until he found out how good it was to be around them again. Though on his 4th day he was beginning to feel smothered, especially after the lecture he got off Mrs Weasley when she found him smoking in the backyard with Fred and George. That night he stayed up late sitting on the couch thinking, just so he could have some time to himself. He was beginning to realize how Ron felt constantly having a house full of people to constantly contend with.
It was almost 1 in the morning when Harry first heard it. Quiet sobbing which slowly became louder and more pronounced. Harry made his way up the stair case, carefully avoiding the stairs he knew creaked when pressure was applied. He pressed his ear against each door in turn, trying to find the source of the noise before finally arriving at Ginny's door. He pushed it open and was shocked to see her sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest and her face in her hands, sobbing violently.
"Gin? Ginny? What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking in quickly and closing the door behind him before sitting on the bed next to her.
"I just got an owl from Seamus. He's broken up with me," Ginny sobbed, looking up. Harry pulled her onto his lap and bundled her up like a child, kissing the top of her head. He kept whispering that it would be ok until Ginny was finally able to stop crying, she looked up at him, her tear stained cheeks slightly pink.
"Sorry For waking you Harry," she said, resting her forehead in the crook of his neck.
"Don't mention it, I was awake any way, do you want me to go?" Harry asked pulling away from her and looking into her eyes.
"Please don't. I don't want to be left alone tonight," Ginny said.
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He knew this girl was his best friends little sister, a completely no go zone, but he was drawn to a victim. His favorite sexual encounters had been with girls to upset to know better. He loved wrapping them in his arms and for those minute or hours making them feel safe and loved.
He looked down at Ginny. Her eyes closed with her mouth slightly open, moaning softly she dug her finger nails into his back and dragged downwards. Harry arched his back and continued to thrust into her, if she wanted to get rough he was more then willing to comply. Harry had been blind to how much Ginny had matured and blossomed. He had, in his ignorance, expected her to be a virgin but found instead a girl who was able to match each of Harry's moves with her own.
"Make me feel good Harry," she had said in his ear before sinking her teeth into his shoulder, and Harry had certainly tried his best. The next morning Harry awoke to an empty bed. The bedclothes were around his belly button and though it was warm Harry shuddered. After a night of sex it was usually him doing the early morning dash, this had been the first time it was the other way around.
A/N ok that wasn't just a meaningless sex scene I assure it. It plays a pretty shiny role in this plot so remember it. I wrote this at work on my lunch break so I hope it doesn't seem rushed or anything. I keep having random ideas for this story so I assure you I won't let it die! Shall I answer some reviews? I was going to do this before I started the chapter but now you can just skip it if you wish
Fain Sadi
Its mine to, I've been listening to it on repeat every time I write some of this story, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story, its nice to get some really positive feedback.
Sezza Rikda
I would be so thankful to you if you could beta me. Even for just a few chapters. With your e-mail was it at hotmail dot com ( sorry it won't let me write it the other way) I assumed it was and I'll e-mail you shortly
gazette
Aw, who'd say no to sex in a back alleyway?
fragonknight01
Thanks for reviewing. English isn't my second language. My spelling and grammar just really suck. I tried really really hard with this one though so I hope it's at least a little better.
And to everyone else who reviewed thank you so much, I hope your able to bare with me in relation to the grammar and spelling until a beta is set up.
Much love,
Emma
