Author Notes: Thanks to- Eglwlf, Ms Ronupert Grint, fireboltf2, PinkPixie37, articulatedgiraffe, Georgelover92, and QueenNilya…The people who replied! I'm so glad you guys think it's cool. Oh, and I'll try to make the chappies longer, it's just very time-consuming, and I don't get much inspiration lately. By the way, this is in first person, and it's Harry's point of view. Other slight HBP spoilers…I basically skipped to the end of the book.

How long? How long can I be without the sweet look of her eyes or the sweet sound of her voice. Her beauty entrances me whenever I gaze at her. Every chance I can, I'd toss her up into the air, or I'd pick her up and spin her around in my arms. I want to feel her with me. I want all the time in the world to spend with her. She once said to me she's stay with me.

"I'll be here with you, forever. You know that Harry." But times change. She couldn't stay with me, and even though I dreaded it, she had to stay away. I needed to leave her, and I'd wake up sometimes in the night just to shed many tears. Tears that she could easily wipe away just with a simple smile from her lips. I wanted her, but I knew that I had to stay away from her just to have her safe. I can already imagine what she would say if I told her that,

"Why keep me safe when you're just going to leave me alone? What difference would it make if I can't ever spend my time and love with you?"

I cried even heavier. I can't let this get to my head. But I would die for her. I would die, knowing she would be home safe, living a happy life. I would give my life for her. I don't care what I do, as long as it means she will never be harmed. But now, all this that I am willing to do for her, just makes me think: I really am hurting her. Her heart can't take it. That's why I don't know what I would do…I don't know if I can do anything…I'm hopeless.

After Dumbledore's burial, I knew she couldn't take it. I was about to guess she was going to cry her eyes out, but she smiled at me. Not happily. No, today was much too tragic for that. She just smiled plainly and just said she'd be there with me until the end. She's always saying things like that, but does she mean it?

Later that same night, I stayed outside. Staring out into the lake, I sat there on the ground. I didn't want to confront anyone. Not even Ron or Hermione. I just needed to be alone. I wanted to forget all about Voldemort, all about Dumbledore's death, I just wanted everything to be normal again. I remember when the only thing I had to worry about was how loud Uncle Vernon was going to scream at me. Yup, those were the days. Why can't I run away from all this. Why does everything have to be such a bowl of dung?

I picked up a rock and threw it into the lake fiercely. Like that was going to solve my problems. I stood up and kicked at the ground.

"Why me! What did I ever do to deserve this! Huh!" I screamed at the sky. Why was God so mad with me? Why did it have to be me? I fell onto the ground and cried. I sobbed like a child, but I knew that's what I was because I'm so dependent of others, and I can't do a single thing right, and I have no idea what I'm going to do to find those last horcruxes. My life is a living hell, and I can't do anything about it.

I suddenly smelled a scent like no other, yet it was rather familiar to me, since I know I have smelled it once or twice before. It was a type of scent that smelled as if it were an angel. Smelling like sweetness, love, and passion, if that even made any sense. I turned around. I knew it. It was Ginny.

"Hello, Ginevra." I said plainly, looking back at the lake. She sat down next to me saying,

"Stop it, Harry. Why won't you look at me anymore? Come on, school's almost over, and we've barely had a moment of peace together." She laid her hand on my shoulder and she kissed my cheek gently. I pushed her away slightly, causing her to cross her arms and tear.

"What's wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't care what you do? I'll be alright, and you don't have to worry about me. I'm here for you, Harry."

"Ginny, I don't need this right now…"

"You don't want anything that has to do with me."

"Ginny, just shut up! Why does everyone have to give me such a hard time about everything! Is everything my fault! I can't live anymore without someone trying to kill me, or someone just trying to get on my nerves! Just leave me alone! No one ever understands what it's like!" She was now sobbing, and I just buried my face into my hands. I sighed and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Gin. I can't do this. I can't do anything right. I guess I just realized I'm not a little boy anymore. I have to get things straight, but it's so complicated. Someone's out to kill me, and I don't know what to do." I closed my eyes and rest my head on her shoulder. She was still crying, and she ran her fingers through my hair as she said,

"I'm so afraid, Harry. I don't want to leave you. Please just promise me you won't leave me."

"Ginny, I--" I tried to say.

"No, Harry. Please. Just…promise me, please." I sighed. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes,

"I promise Ginny, I promise." Did I knew if it was going to come true? Did I suddenly know that my future was going to be all butterflies and sunny days after just saying two simple words? My mind was never that clear after that day, and I didn't see Ginny after that. I think it was better not to. If my mind can take her loneliness, I'm sure I could finally concentrate on finding the horcruxes.