A/N: alright folks, here you go! R&R pleeeze!

Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. All belongs to Ms. JK Rowling and Mr. James Blunt

I have seen peace. I have seen pain,

Resting on the shoulders of your name.

Do you see the truth through all their lies?

Do you see the world through troubled eyes?

And if you want to talk about it anymore,

Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,

I'm a friend.

I have seen birth. I have seen death.

Lived to see a lover's final breath.

Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?

Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?

And if you want to talk about it once again,

On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.

You're a friend.

You and I have been through many things.

I'll hold on to your heart.

I wouldn't cry for anything,

But don't go tearing your life apart.

I have seen fear. I have seen faith.

Seen the look of anger on your face.

And if you want to talk about what will be,

Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,

I'm a friend.

And if you want to talk about it anymore,

Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,

I'm a friend.

Harry Potter sat in his kitchen, eating a bowl of breakfast cereal.

His apartment seemed strangely empty, since Ron had left for work.

Speaking of which, he should get going. He was going to be late.

He suddenly found himself thinking about the Weasley family.

Certain members in particular.

Certain young female ones.

Named Ginevra.

Harry sighed, and ruffled his unruly raven-coloured hair, climbing into his car. He had been thinking about her recently, and didn't know why. Well, he had dated her, after all, and he had dumped her, and he did love her.

Woah. Where did that come from? Harry racked his brain for reasons.

He had dated her

He liked her

He liked the flowery scent she trailed about

He liked her flowing, coppery hair

She was Beautiful

She liked him

Oh, but did she?

Ah, Ginny. To be wrapped up in her arms again, to feel her warm skin on his, to wipe away a few stray tears, to hold her just to be closer to her.

Harry stopped at a red light. He needed to see her. Ginny.

He picked up his cellphone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Jim? Yes, this is Harry. Fine, thanks. Well, actually, I'm not feeling so great, I might miss work. Could you mark me off today? Alright, Thanks Jim. Uh Huh. You too. Buh-Bye."

That's done with then, He thought, pulling into a parking lot and turning around.

Now, to see Ginny.

At that moment, Ginny Weasley was currently being screamed at by her boss.

"You, you are the problem, you never do what I tell you to, you're always off in LaLaLand somewhere, not doing your work, and acting like a 10-year old! I am not a baby sitter! You'd better shape up, or I'm gonna make your life a living hell."

It all had started when she had simply walked in her office door.

Her boss had started going off on her for being 5 minutes late, which, in his opinion, may have cost the entire building it's reputation, and all the money.

Ginny had simply sat back and watched her boss start his daily scream-at-Ginevra routine, and his daily blame-Ginevra-for-global-warming routine. Then he had fired her. Lovely.

She was having such a great day.

First, her cat got out, so Ginny had to chase him down 4 flights of stairs and almost out the front door, causing her breakfast to burn, then her car wouldn't start, then McDonald's was running low on McGriddle buns, so she ate a piece of sausage with no egg or bun, and then a car had splashed her with lovely mud water, and now, now she was getting fired!

20 minutes later, she was packing up her things from her cubicle. There went her favorite coffee mug. There went the picture of her family. There went her life. Parvati Patil craned her neck over the cubicle's thin white wall.

"Ginny! What on earth are you doing? There's work to be done!"

Ginny had had quite enough. She leapt up from the floor, red faced.

"I just got fired, Parvati! My- Our wonderful loser of a boss just yelled me half to death, and told me to pack up!"

Parvati looked frightened. Ginny sighed and decided to use a different approach.

"I'm sorry, Par, it's just... I'm having a really horrid day. I'm sorry." She sighed again, stroking a small, cherished wallet-size of Harry and her, taken in her 5th year.

The Harry in the picture looked concerned, and whispered silent, soothing words to the Ginny in the picture.

Real-life Ginny smiled to herself. Oh Gods, how she missed him.

Ginny opened her front door, catching Jake before he got out again, and flopped down on her bed, ready to take a power nap.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She jumped, heaving Jake off her bed and stubbing her toes in the process, and hobbled to the door.

"who-who's there?"

"Harry."

A/N: ha ah! Cliffie! I know, evil. But you must review so i can see what I'm up against, critics! Well, see you all next chapter!

Much love,

Hermy