A/N – Hey readers. I know I said I would try to update sooner but I guess I lied. I'm really sorry! It's just that A) I kind of have developed this new My Chemical Romance obsession…mostly just Frank Iero lol, so that's taken up a lot of my time and B) I was grounded from the pc for about two weeks ugh! So if you want to keep reading my fic, that's great and I love you for it! Just keep in mind that my chapters will take longer to update if you want anything good. (truthfully I don't think I really want to continue writing this since its boring me, but I just couldn't let you guys down so I will continue it. But after that, does anyone know where I can go to post a Frank Iero fan fiction? Lol, that is, if anyone knows who he is!)

Also - A/N – to Jessalin – I just made it that way because I really didn't know when school started or when Harry's birthday was. I just knew that Harry's birthday wasn't long before school started. Sorry for the mistake. Next time I'll do further research! lol

Recap: Could there have been some other reasoning for her behavior than just the breakup with Dean? Or was she truly upset about that?

Nah, she hated Dean. Why would she have been crying about it?

As much as he wanted this to be true, his mind kept wandering back to the thought of it possibly being true. He thought about it all the way to class, only Professor Flitwick's voice bringing him back to reality. He didn't think about it again all day, that is, until he ran into Ginny.

8 – The Transition From Cuts, To Scars – 8

"Oh, Ginny!" Harry said exultantly. "It's good to see you!" He leaned in to give her a long-awaited greeting kiss, but she turned away, changing Harry's target to her cheek. This wasn't Ginny's normal behavior, so he asked, "Ginny? Something the matter?"

She merely just stared back at Harry, mouth open, trying to decide what to say. Instead of saying anything at all, she just brushed past Harry and ran down the hall. He thought about running after her, but decided not to.

Confused, he started off towards his next class, meeting up with Ron and Hermione on his way. He found them walking towards the dungeons, hand in hand.

"So what do you say?" was what he heard Hermione say.

"I say it's a great idea." Ron responded, pulling her into a kiss.

While the two were still in embrace, Harry jumped in. "Hey guys!" causing them to spring apart.

"Bloody hell!" Ron said, clutching his chest. Hermione, on the other hand, was laughing with Harry.

"So anyway, where are we headed? Potions?" Harry asked

"Yeah. With the Slytherins." Ron gave a malicious fleeting look at a younger Slytherin who had passed them up.

"Don't scare the children, Ron." Hermione said through a laugh.

They reached the doors to Snape's classroom and walked in, taking their usual seats in the front. Not too long after that did Snape come in, as usual, closing all the windows as he passed them, creating a dark, threatening vicinity.

"Today we'll be making a shrinking potion. You will find, if you turn to page 234, that the ingredients are chopped daisy roots, skinned shrivel fig, sliced caterpillar, one rat spleen and a dash of leech juice." He eyed his students. "Why are none of you opening your books?"

A sudden flutter of pages being turned broke out as everyone searched for page 234. "You will also find that this potion requires precise measurements. If any specified thing goes wrong, you will end up with a poison. You have 1 hour and I expect to see everyone's cauldron full of a bright acid green liquid." He stressed each word of the color he wanted, making sure none of them heard wrong. "I suppose you can work with a partner of your choice for today. But don't be expecting me to always be this nice." He snarled.

Ron and Hermione instantly got to working on their potion, leaving Harry to turn to Seamus.

"Want to work together?"

"Yeah, sure." He replied.

3 seats behind the trio sat Malfoy, working with Pansy.

"So..." Malfoy said, adding the rat spleen.

"Why did you ask me to work with you Draco?" Pansy said, not allowing Malfoy to finish his thought.

"Ooh. I like it when you call me Draco." He gave her a seducing look. She returned it with one of disgust. "Uh…what do you mean by why did I ask to work with you?"

Pansy turned back to chopping the daisy roots. "I mean exactly what I said." Pansy used to really like Draco. Mostly just because he was admired and handsome, but now she's brought herself back down to earth. "Why did you want to work with me?" She kept her eyes on the daisy roots.

"Is it a crime to like someone?" Malfoy responded by scooting closer to her and putting his hand around her waist.

Pansy laughed and shrugged him off. "Good one."

"I'm serious." Malfoy looked hurt, but still managed to return his hand to her waist.

"You don't like me. I can see right through you." This time, she didn't need to shrug him off, he did it himself.

"Oh really? Try me." He folded his arms across his chest.

"Okay." She looked him straight in the eyes.

After a bit of studying, she said. "Someone you don't like has a girlfriend and you don't. You want me to be your girlfriend to stay a step ahead of him." She delicately dropped the daisy roots into the cauldron.

Malfoy looked at her in awe for a second before turning back to himself. "That's not true." He said, throwing in the skinned shrivel fig, splattering brownish goo all over the counter.

"Okay, if you say so." She decided it would be easier to go along with him since she couldn't win.

They worked in silence for a while, Malfoy shooting glances at Pansy from time to time. Suddenly, a whistle rang out and Snape shouted for everyone to stop. Pansy and Malfoy's potion was green in color, but not quite the acid green Snape wanted. Ron and Hermione's was, of course, the exact right color whereas Harry and Seamus's was a sort of bubbling turquoise.

"It's a shame that you people can't learn to make simple potions correctly by now." He looked at them all in disgust before dismissing the class.

The rest of the morning was pretty much a bore, what with classes being History of Magic and Divination. Then lunch came round. Taking his normal seat at the table, Harry remembered Ginny and glanced at the door just in time to see her scurry into the room. He smiled to himself and got up to talk to her.

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Oh God! He saw me! What am I going to do now? Ginny thought to herself. If I keep ignoring him he'll be furious. I know he already thinks something's up. Unfortunately for her, Harry interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey." He said, scooting in next to her.

"Uh…hi…" she replied, not making eye contact. Harry began eating as if nothing was wrong, yet he asked, "What was up with you earlier today? You ran away from me like I had scared you or something."

Ginny still didn't look him in the eyes but responded just the same. "Well, I'm not, scared, of you…it's just that, well, I don't think I can really be talking to you right now…" She stole a quick glance at him before leaving the Great Hall without having anything to eat.

Harry stared as she walked away from him once again. This was starting to anger him. What was her problem? Or, maybe the question was, what was her problem with him.

That's crazy! He thought. I didn't do a thing to make her mad! Fuming, he returned to his seat by Ron and Hermione.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, just forget about it." She turned to Ron and mouthed the work Ginny.

They ate lunch and ignored the issue at hand, merely going about the day as normal. Occasionally, Harry might bump into Ginny, but he said nothing. Just stared and hoped she might drop a hint as to why she was ignoring him. The secret was finally out later that night in the common room.

Ginny was reading in one of the big lounge chairs, which she had turned so it would face opposite any door. The fire cast her shadow on the floor which Harry noticed. He told Hermione and Ron to not wait up for him and silently walked towards the chair.

Over the top he saw a tinge of red hair. Okay, I know it's Ginny, but what am I going to say to her? Before he figured out anything at all, Ginny's voice came from behind the chair.

"Yes Harry?"

"Uh…" This sudden outburst startled him a bit and he still didn't have a clue how to get her talking. Ginny snapped her book closed and stood up to face Harry. She didn't look angry, or sad, just yearning. Yearning for what, Harry didn't know. Her face said nothing to Harry, but it said everything all at once. She was so beautiful. "What's happened?"

"Harry. It's really not you. It's just that I finally broke up with Dean and it's gotten to me a bit." This comment stirred Harry a bit.

"Oh…so what your saying is that you didn't want to break up with him?"

"No, not that. I just am not sure it's such a great idea to be immediately into another relationship."

"Even one with me?"

"Especially one with you!" her hand immediately shot up to cover her mouth.

"What?" Harry asked, looking indignant but irate.

"I'm sorry! That came out wrong! I just meant to say that I want our relationship to be significant so we should hold off for a while. To make it more pure."

"That's a load of crap Ginny. Sounds to me like you just don't want to be with anyone and are afraid to admit it to me." Harry was angry now. Angry at himself, at Dean, at Ginny. "Why do you even want a boyfriend, much less me as your boyfriend? You were on cloud nine whenever you were with Dean! Then you go and dump him just because he kissed you in public? That's pretty pathetic! Especially for you!"

He said this last part sarcastically, but it sounded so true that it hit Ginny like a slap in the face directed to your worst enemy. "That's not true…how could you even think that?"

Harry seemed to regret saying this, but kept it to himself. Instead, his angry look faded and was replaced with one of sadness. "Gin, you don't really love me. I can tell."

Tears ran down her soft pale face as she shook her head, but sullenly walked back to her bedroom finding refuge in her headphones.

I've got my things packed
My favorite pillow
Got my sleeping bag
Climb out the window
All the pictures and pain
I left behind
All the freedom and fame
I've gotta find
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And I wonder
How far it'll take me

To run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

I was just trying to be myself
Have it your way I'll meet you in hell
It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
I'll never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away

I'm too young to be
Taken seriously
But I'm too old to believe
All this hypocrisy
And I wonder
How long it'll take them to see my bed is made
And I wonder
If I was a mistake

I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home
These words are strapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away

It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away

Ginny walked to her wardrobe and trunk and began throwing in items she would need. This was the answer. Running away was the best way for dealing with her problems right now.

I could sing for change
On a Paris street
Be a red light dancer
In New Orleans
I could start again
To the family
I could change my name
Come and go as I please
In the dead of night
You'll wonder where I've gone
Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you
Wasn't it you that made me run away

I was just trying to be myself
Have it your way I'll meet you in hell
All these secrets that I shouldn't tell I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you
Do as you say not as you do
Never be your perfect girl
I've got to run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
This life makes no sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me
Run away
It don't make any sense to me

This life makes no sense to me
It don't make no sense to me
It don't make any sense to me
Life don't make any sense to me

She threw off her headphones and wiped more tears away. Luggage in hand, she snuck off to the kitchen and pleaded the house elves for some food, preferably the kind that reappears once it's gone. They eventually gave in, but had to burn their feet afterwards.

No one noticed her walk down the traveling staircases. No one saw her walk out the door and into the dark, non-existent night. In a way, she was glad they didn't, but she also had this tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her that no one cares. But she wants them to.

Sitting down by the black lake, she unpacks a pillow and blanket. Lying down and staring up at the stars, she falls asleep, only to be further tormented by painful dreams of knives stuck in her heart and rose thorns dripping with the blood of the chemical romance that once was…

A/N – So what did you think? I know the last part was a bit dark, but that's what I like! Lol R & R!

So Long and Goodnight

Rit