Someone Once Told Me, The Grass Was Much Greener on the Other Side.

Disclaimer :- I do NOT own Harry Potter.

Summary :- This is a re-work of a very old fic of mine, with the same title, it is two years after the final year of Hogwarts and everyone thinks Harry is dead. Until Ginny sees a familiar drunk in the club she works at. Who is he?

Chapter 3.

Ginny had had a terrible day, her mother had sent her the most wonderful Howler for getting Ron and Hermione upset about Harry 'JUST AFTER EVEYONE HAD GOTTEN OVER IT'. She had then gone to visit Remus, which hadn't helped her much more. Molly Weasley had already told him what had happened the night before and although he was a lot more sympathetic and had a bit more belief in her than everyone else he hadn't offered any help merely telling Ginny that 'If Harry is hiding maybe it's for a good reason.'

Ginny had shouted and cried and pleaded but nothing worked and in the end she had apologised and left his home before she did anything else to the former teacher and family friend.

Which led to Ginny stood behind the bar at Alexander's, a few days later, serving drinks to the few customers that were in. Although she was the only one working on the bar as the other person in was working in the office. As the bar was completely empty she was working on song lyrics and didn't notice when Harry entered the bar and settled himself in the shadowy corner to watch her.

"Gin?" came a voice out of the office. "Can you lock up tonight there's nothing for me to do and you can manage fine."

"Sure." Ginny said as she nodded dreamily. She was thinking about Harry again, wondering where he was. With her colleague gone she could start her search of phone books without being questioned.

"You have to snap out of this. Have you served the man in the corner?" said the woman coming into view behind the bar. Ginny looked surprised.

"Man in corner?" she repeated in a senseless way. The woman pointed and Ginny saw a man half cast in shadows. "Oh right, didn't see him come in." she said dazed, it wasn't like her to not notice something. But now she knew he was there she could feel his gaze on her and it made her shiver, whoever it was, was watching her and it made her uncomfortable.

"Right, Bye Gin!" called the woman before heading out the door.

Ginny drew in a breath and headed over to the corner. "Sorry about that. I didn't notice. You com-" she trailed off as she saw green eyes.

"I'm sorry." he muttered looking up at the redheaded girl he had known during his teenage years. "I'm so sorry Ginny." he said again trying to get her out of the trance she seemed to have gone into. He touched her hand which jolted her out of her daze.

"Don't touch me." She snarled. Her joy at him being alive had suddenly been replaced with anger at him for leaving and for the years she had cried over him. All of a sudden she smacked him across the face. "You have some nerve Harry Potter." She cried as tears started to run down her face. "We thought you were dead - for TWO years and you just come back like nothing has happened! We had a funeral for you, but I bet you know that don't you. Bet you know everything that's been going on in our lives. How Ron and Hermione got married but still cried because you couldn't be there! How I've carried that stupid guitar round because it was the only thing I had left of you! And how my entire family thinks I belong in a mental institute because I saw you a couple of days ago!"

"I really am sorry Ginny. I didn't want to go. It was safer!" he pleaded looking up at her trying to get her to look at him. "Ginny? Please? You've got to talk to me."

"Why should I? I - I think you should go Harry. I need time to think and the bar's shut now." She whispered as he left a piece of paper on the table and stood still looking at her.

"I really am sorry Gin." he whispered kissing her lightly on he cheek, before walking out of the bar and leaving Ginny staring at the paper on the table through her tears. Shakily she picked it up and pocketed it before wiping her eyes and turning round to carry on with her work. She scrubbed the bar, stocked up the shelves, cleaned the glasses, hoovered, polished, things that were all out of her job description for after closing time, and all to keep her mind off the slip of paper burning a whole in her pocket. She had been so desperate to find him but when he returned she had pushed him away. Stupid Ginny, she thought, stupid, stupid Ginny. Looking round she realised there was nothing else for her to do and she walked out of the shop, locked the doors walked down the alley where she went every night and apparated home to her flat. Still feeling the paper in her pocket she clambered into bed, unfolded what turned out to be, a now, crumpled letter from Harry.

Dear Ginny,

I am so very sorry for all the trouble I have caused you. I never thought I would see you again and I honestly thought it was for the best, it was safer I thought. I'm writing this after I bolted last night. You shocked me I didn't know you would be there and I'm so sorry if it upset you. I know you probably told Ron and Hermione, that they told you that you were going crazy and hadn't thought about it properly. But it is true, you and I both know it. Which is why I'm coming to see you again and I know you will shout so I wrote you this so you know I truly am sorry and that I want to see you again. I missed you so much Ginny. I really did.

Love, Harry.

At the bottom of the letter was an address and a phone number that Ginny noted through her tears. Crumpling the letter back up in her hands she screamed loudly in frustration kicking her covers off of her bed and clambering back out. Her temper had again gotten the better of her, Harry thinks he knows me so well. She fumed storming around her flat and dragging on the clothes she had discarded a few minutes before. Reading over the address again she concentrated and apparated to a nearby park before looking up and down the street to make sure no-one had spotted her. Stupid Harry! She thought again storming up to the address written on his note and banging hard. Ginny waited and when she thought no-one was going to answer she went knock again almost hitting a tall brown haired woman in the face.

"Oh, Sorry…" Ginny muttered confused as to why Harry hadn't answered the door. "Does Harry live here?" she asked lowering her hand.

"Depends…" said the woman a small smile on her face. "Who are you and why are you trying to break my door down at 3am?"

"Sorry, erm, I'm Ginny Weasley and well I came to kind of kill Harry." Ginny said her anger still bubbling away at the surface underneath her confusion. "Well not kill him - just like yell and stuff." she laughed at how stupid it sounded even to herself.

"Oh, ok." Said the woman her smile growing a bit wider. "Harry!" she shouted up the stairs before leaving Ginny to stand on the doorstep. Watching the top of the stairs she gasped when she saw Harry begin to walk down in nothing more than a pair of tracksuit bottoms.
"Ginny?" he asked as he neared her. "It's 3am!" he exclaimed ushering her inside the house. His ability to act so natural despite they hadn't seen each other for just over 2 years made Ginny's anger overcome the confusion she had been feeling a few minutes before.

"I know it's 3am! But sometimes people coming back from the dead keep me awake at night!" she yelled. "I came over to tell you you're a coward Harry, just upping and leaving like that! It's not even a suicide you just disappeared… I just want you to stay away from me Harry… just stay away alright?" she finished before walking outside to apparate, leaving Harry staring at the spot she had been standing on.