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Chapter 2: Waiting

FLASHBACK:

Ginny Weasley sat there, staring out the window. She knew of their plan. Of what Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to do. But it didn't mean she had to agree with it.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door. "Ginny?" her mother's voice said. "Dinner is ready. Come and get some food before your pig of a brother eats it all. I swear, he will turn into a balding, fat, ungrateful man if he continues. . ." Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off as she continued down the hall way.

Mrs. Weasley had become much more frazzled since the start of the summer holidays. What with Dumbledore dead and Lord Voldemort on the rampage.

Ginny sighed. She wasn't hungry. Not when her brother, her friend and, well, she wasn't really sure what Harry was to her now. At school, when they had been happily together, Ginny had been starting to realize that, just maybe, she had fallen in love with Harry. But now. . . well, now, Harry had broken it off with her and she was no where near sure if his feelings had changed about the two of them as well

There was another knock at the door. Only, this time, it wasn't her mother on the other side.

"Ginny?" said a voice the red-haired girl recognized instantly. "Um it's Harry. Can I come in?"

Ginny sighed. When Harry had arrived at the Burrow, he had looked at her almost pityingly. As though she were some fragile doll that was easily broken, and had been by him. Well, she didn't need his pity. From the small child in the Chamber of Secrets, she had grown. Not just in appearance, but also in mind. Ginny was determined to show her ex-boyfriend that she did not need to be placed on a shelf away from the action to keep her safe.

"Yes," Ginny sighed again. "Hang on."

Unlocking the door, Ginny turned the handle and allowed Harry to pass through the doorway. He looked around the bedroom as Ginny sat back down on her bed. "So?" she asked.

Harry suddenly seemed to grow nervous. "Um, well, you didn't come to dinner so, well, I thought ,thought that maybe I might—"

"—you might come to check on me?" Ginny finished for him with a raised eyebrow, and Harry nodded anxiously.

"Well, thanks for the gesture, but I am honestly fine," The girl said impatiently.

Harry sighed. "Ginny, we, uh, need to talk." He said in what may sound like an apprehensive tone.

Ginny flared up at once. "About what Harry. I though we cleared everything up at the funeral. Or was that just half of what was going on?"

"What?" Harry was instantly suspicious. It was though she knew about the plan to leave.

And so she did.

"Oh, come on Harry. You don't have to be a genius to figure it out. What with Ron, Hermione and your secret little chats; the fact that you weren't going back to Hogwarts even before you knew that it had closed: and, of course, Hermione's mutterings about that you didn't have enough information to make a good start at finding Voldemort. And just so you know –"

"No, you are not coming," Harry instantly said, almost automatically.

Ginny scoffed. "Well, of course I'm not. I was just going to say that I know where a Horcrux is hidden. But you obviously don't give a damn about what I think, so we'll move on to what you came up here to say!" she shouted this, putting all of the emotion she had been feeling since the funeral into it.

Harry looked extremely hurt. "You know that's not true." He said quietly.

"Do I?" answered Ginny in a softer voice. "I'm not sure what is true or false now. I haven't for weeks."

Harry sat down next to her on the bed. "You're not the only one. I've got absolutely no idea except for one thing."

"Then how come you were so quick to correct me?" Ginny looked into Harry's eyes. How they were so sad and lonely. How the vibrant green had turned into an almost grey colour.

"Because the only thing I'm sure about is how I feel about you," Harry smiled a little.

Ginny was shocked. "Is that a good feeling?" she looked at her feet, not sure if she wanted to hear his response or not.

"Ginny," Harry lifted her face up to look at him again. "I love you."

With those three simple words, Ginny's life was turned upside-down. She had spent the whole summer telling her that Harry didn't love her, and here he was telling her the exact opposite.

With numb lips, she whispered back, "I love you too."

"I promise I'll come back."

END FLASHBACK

Two years ago, Ginny had thought that he had been telling the truth. Only now did she realize that he hadn't been.

Harry was alive, everyone knew it; but he hadn't returned. He hadn't returned to her.

Ron and Hermione had come home safely, and, even more, engaged. Yet the green-eyed boy Ginny was head over heels in love with had not come with them.

And now, after three weeks, no one knew where he was.

Oh, so sort of a cliff hanger. Yeah, well, I'll update soon. Please review!