A/N: I own nothing, JKR owns it all.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he truly had no idea how he had gotten in the bed across from Ron. What he did know was that his best friend, Ron, was staring at him, while sitting awfully close to his other best friend, Hermione Granger.

"Oh, Harry. I am so glad you are all right" Hermione gushed coming to the side of the bed. She went over to the door and yelled, "Ginny, he's up!".

"I'm fine. Quit asking me that." Harry graveled out.

"Moody didn't give us a chance man, once he said that spell, you dropped. It was wicked." Ron started, but quickly looked down at his shoes upon Hermione's glare his direction.

"Moody did what? Why would he do that?" Harry asked.

"Once Remus took your Aunt you kinda went loco, mate. You stared at the ground for a minute and the next thing I know you were about to hit it." Ron finished.

" I passed out? Nuh-uh, no way"

"Everyone was really worried. But Moody just levitated you up here to sleep it off. Ginny kept watch until Mrs. Weasley made her go to her own room." Hermione started to look away with the last bit of information.

"Why, where were you guys?" Harry questioned her.

"We stayed downstairs with Fred and George trying to overhear what was being said at the Emergency Order meeting, Harry" Hermione finished.

"Kids," came Mrs. Weasley's yell up the stairs, "lunch time."

" You guys go on," Harry said.

"Aren't you hungry?" Ron asked.

"I'll be down in a minute" was his reply.

Harry took a minute once he was alone to try to sort out how the heck he was feeling. He knew he was angry, but he wasn't sure what for. The fact that Voldemort had managed to send someone to Privet Drive, the fact that his Uncle was dead, or the fact that Dumbledore was wrong. Dumbledore had sent him back there year after year to stay with his horrible family and what good had it done?

"He couldn't have harmed you Harry," Ginny said from the door. "They said in the meeting last night that the death eaters wouldn't have been able to harm you."

"Didn't stop them from taking out more of my family did it?" Harry replied bitterly.

"No one is for sure if Voldemort even ordered the attack, Harry. Or if Draco did it on his own accord." She replied, completely unruffled by his scathing tone.

"Oh, he did it alright. That must have been his assignment to make up for his botched Dumbledore job." Ginny watched Harry pale at his last words.

She came over to sit down next to him, "Harry I know your Uncle wasn't kind. I don't know everything that you went through, but family is well, family. Voldemort will stop at nothing will he?"

"Finally figured out that maybe I know what I am talking about huh?" Harry sneered.

"Look Harry. I know this sucks! And I'm sorry! More than you will ever know, how sorry I am. Sorry that the man I love is the one person that Voldemort seems to target more than others. Sorry that everyday you wake up wondering which of your closest friends and family are going to die next. Sorry that I can't make this all better for you. But Harry, this isn't your fault. Don't feel guilty- feel angry; sure we don't blame you, but Harry, don't shut yourself off from us. We are all you got, you shut us off and you might as well walk to Voldemort's!" And with that, Ginny stomped out the room.