Chapter 5:

"You really want to talk?" Harry asked Ginny, making sure that he had heard her correctly. Ginny nodded, and sat down on the couch. Harry sat down next to her, and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. Ginny stood up, and brushed him off of her.

"Let's talk about how in the past five years you've only come to see me a handful of times! Let's talk about how not once you have tried to help me, tried to find out that did this to me, or at the very least provided a shoulder for me to cry on! Let's talk about that!"

"That's a lie, Ginny, and you know it!" exclaimed Harry, standing up. "I did try to help you. Do you remember the last time I came before this week? I tried to get you to talk. I tried to find out who did this to you, but do you remember the note you gave me, because I do! It said, 'The hell with you Harry Potter! Get out! I never want to see you again!' That week that you were gone was my worst nightmare. I thought that I would have to go on without you, but I knew that I couldn't. Don't you dare start to say that I don't care about you, Ginny, because I still love you. You might hate me, and I can live with that, but I want you to know the truth. How I didn't sleep once while you were gone. How I spent every second of sunlight looking for you! That's what I want you to know. If you want me gone, fine, I'll leave. Just make sure that you know that it was you who drove me out, I didn't leave on my own!"

"Get out," Ginny said through her teeth before running halfway up the stairs. She spun around, and yelled, "GET OUT!"

Harry pivoted on his heels, and threw open the front door. There, standing in shock was Ron. Luckily, Ginny didn't see him; she had already locked herself in her room. Ron looked like he didn't know what to think.

"I guess we should talk," Harry said quietly.

"I guess so, especially since you didn't tell me that Ginny was talking again! Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Ron replied.

"Why don't we go for a walk? It's complicated."

"Fine, but this better be good, or else you're in a lot of trouble."

Ron and Harry walked down the street. Neither one said anything at first. Both were lost in their own thoughts. It was Harry that spoke first.

"Ginny started talking yesterday, and I told her that I wouldn't tell you about her talking. It wasn't my place. It was her choice to stop talking, so it's her choice to tell everyone that she's talking again. I also didn't think she'd want a swarm of people at her house making a big deal out of it quite yet," he said.

"Then what were you guys fighting about? I could hear to yelling outside."

"She wanted to know why I had stopped coming to visit her. I told her the truth; that she had told me to get out of her life the last time I had seen her. I wasn't going to let your sister pin something on me that wasn't my fault."

"So, you guys were fighting because Ginny had accused you of not coming to visit her when she had told you to get out of her life before? Wow, that's something me and Hermione would do." The friends stopped. They were outside of Ginny's house again. They had just walked down the street and back. Ron looked at the upper level, and could have sworn that he saw a flash of red, but couldn't be 100 sure.

"I'm going to go and apologize for yelling," Harry said quietly. "I'll see you later, I guess."

"Yeah, later," Ron said patting Harry on the back before Disapparating back to his own house. Taking a deep breath, Harry went into Ginny's house.