Disclamier: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be too busy to write this fan fiction. So, no, I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry had Ron distract Dean, he really needed to talk to Ginny.

Knock, Knock . (Who's there? Lettuce. Lettuce who? Lettuce in and you'll know. A/N: Sorry, can't resist).

"If you are scar head, go away."

"Ginny, you've got to listen to me."

"No I don't"

"Listen, I know I am a selfish bastard that still cares about you, please what can a do to let you forgive me?"

Ginny opened the door to a crack and handed Harry small glass bottle.

"You want me to drink water?"

"No, you dimwit, it is Veritaserum."

"Oh," Harry took a gulp.

"Now answer me, did you really broke up with me because you really liked me and didn't want me hurt?"

"Yes,"

"Did you find other girls attractive during the hunt for Voldmort?
"Yes, but none as attractive as you."

Ginny didn't know why she was suddenly blushing, "Would you go out with me if I broke up with Dean?"

"Yes,"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, very much,"

Ginny opened the door. She stared coldly at Harry a painful 5 seconds before hugging him.

"Oh, Harry, I missed you too, but I engaged now. I missed not being friends you, just because of my hot-head temper."

Why does fate have to be so cruel? Why is it that while they were hugging, Dean came into the room? When he saw what was presented in front of him, he lost it. Completely. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON? Ginny what are you thinking?" Dean was distracted when a flash of fire materialized in front of Harry; a note dropped from the fire and Harry caught it. He read it for moment, before snapping his finger, the note caught on fire and burned to ashes before dropping on the floor.

"What the hell?"

"I found it, finally," Harry said. He added, after seeing the look on Ginny's face, "I found the Horcurxes. Come."

He, Ginny, and a confused and disgruntled Dean went to fire place, closely followed by Ron and Hermione.

"I will be back soon," Harry was about to grab the floo powder when Ron grabbed his shoulder, "No mate, I—we (he added this when he saw the look on Hermione's face) are going with you. Bellatrix created a floo station for her Horcurxes?" Ron added out of curiosity. "One, if you want to come, then come. Two, you are the thickest person I have ever met, Ron; the place where Bellatrix hid her Horcurxes is extremely, I repeat extremely, dangerous. It could take a few days to check it out, before getting to the Horcurxes itself. I had a suspicion where Bellatrix hid it, so I took the liberty of renting a house near it. The floo is Potter's Hideout."

"I coming too, Harry," Ginny said, to her surprise, Harry simply nodded.

"Ginny why? Now I have to go because I don't trust you with him!"

"Dean! Really!"

Harry shook his head, entering the emerald flame, and muttered, "Potter's Hideout."

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