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Downstairs Molly was making some fantastic smelling pancakes. She was humming cheerfully to herself, but stopped when she saw Harry.

"Harry! Are you okay? You're so pale!" She tenderly put her hands on his cheeks.

"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley!" he muttered and then, at the look on her face, added, "Honestly. It was just a bad dream."

"Very well." Mrs. Weasley sighed. "But you must have some breakfast! You haven't eaten properly in months!" And she proceeded to pile a stack of pancakes onto his plate, but Harry wasn't very hungry.

After forcing down half a pancake, Harry gave up on trying to be polite and excused himself from the table. He went back upstairs to Ron's room, where he flung himself onto his bed and lay there.

Harrydidn't know what to do with himself these days. Life had almost gone back to normal, but he, Harry, would never return to normal. Not after all that had happened. No, Harry had been forced to grow up to early. To be serious while he should have still been joking around and having fun. Harry had missed his childhood. He was made to become a man while his peers were still children. There was no laughter left in Harry's eyes. It was replaced by sadness, seriousness, knowledge. Harry had witnessed to much evil for one life. Now every small thing that gave joy seemed trivial, foolish. Harry couldn't bring himself to join the Weasleys in their games and jokes. He was living in a world that wasn't made for him. He couldn't stay with the Weasleys. As much as he had wanted to stay the other night, he knew he had to leave, and start his own life.

He was ready.

Ronald Weasley couldn't help but notice Harry's sulky matter. Actually, he could understand his best mates moodiness. He had been through a lot, much, much more than either he or Hermione. And he had lost more people. Sirius, Dumbledore. Sure, Ron had been shocked when Dumbledore had died a year ago. But no one had been close to him like Harry, who was devastated. Then, just this past year their had been deaths. Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottem, whose deaths Ron knew, Harry blamed himself for. The list was getting too long, and Harry was stabbed every time it lengthened.

These days he was hiding himself up in the room all day, making up measly excuses like a headache, to aviod joining them in there game. Ginny was being hurt every time Harry snubbed them and Ron couldn't bear it. Sure, a little "alone" time was good, but Harry couldn't sulk forever. Ron had written to Hermione, who had gone home a feww days ago, but there wasn't much she could do when she wasn' t there. So Ron had decided to go talk to him.

Once outside his room, Ron knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Ron opened his bedroom door and stepped inside. Harry was lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

'You can open your eyes now, it's only me."

Harry's eyes fluttered opened. "What?"

"This has to stop mate. All the sulking. I mean, I completely understand and I don't blame you or anything, but enough is enough. This isn't healthy anymore. You may not realize it, but life can go back to normal. What's done is done, and now you've got to put it behind you, move on. You need to get back on your feet."

And for once, to Ron's surprise, Harry didn't argue

"You're right, and I know. Which is why I've decided to leave."

This wasn't exactly the response Ron was expecting.

"What? Why?"

"Because, like you said, I can't mope around forever. I've got to get back on my feet. But I've also realized that I can't do that here. This place holds too many connections to the past, too many memories. So, I'm going to find myself a job, rent a small flat, and move on."

"You're leaving?" Ron said, incredulous.

"Just leaving the burrow. Don't worry I'll still be around. But I'm finished with school, so it's time to take the next step."

"What about Ginny?"

"I'm not disappearing off of the face of the planet! I'm still going to see her."

Ron thought a minute. Harry seemed to have his mind made up.

"All right then. Good luck."

Harry embraced Ron in a manly hug and turned to the singletrunk Ron now noticed on the floor. Harry flicked his wand and thetrunk floated above their heads. Ron watched the trunk hover above them, and realized that all of Harry's pocessions were contained within that small space.The small space that he carried with him to whever he stayed. He didn't have a house where he could just leave them. Harry's right, Ron thought. He needs to finally have a place of his own.

"I'll go say good bye now."

"Harry, you can't leave now! It isn't safe yet!"

"This is what I need to do Mrs. Weasley! Besides, almost all the Death Eaters have been rounded up by now. I've already sent an owl to Lupin, so he knows where I am. Thank you Mrs. Weasley, I appreciate all you've done, I really do, but I've got to go now."

" Okay, I suppose you're right," sniffed Mrs. Weasley. "But do be careful dear, and don't do anything foolish."

"Mum," muttered Ron, "don't worry. He'll be fine."

Harry turned to walk out the door, when Ginny came down. She ran to Harry, and together they walked outside. A long while later, Ginny came back without Harry, looking a bit downtrodden.

"He's left," was all she said.

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