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"So what is this wonderful plan?" Harry asked eager to hear it and get out of there; not that he didn't care about his best friend but his thoughts were very unfairly distracted by his best friend's sister who was wickedly rubbing her hand along his leg.

"Well we were thinking about it and with all the sadness going around we should do something to try improving the mood. I…we came up with the idea of a quidditch game. Try to get things back to the way they were. At the game we can bring up the idea of the Memorial graveyard and have people who would like to help sign up," Ron was practically jumping out of his seat in his excitement. "I think we should do what you said, get things back to the way they were, or at least as close as we can."

"A quidditch game?" Ginny repeated skeptically.

"Yeah, a game," Ron responded uncertain.

"That's great!! I can't wait to play!" Ginny said hopping up and down.

"Wonderful, I just hope everyone else will be as excited." Harry mused.

"Of course they will be Harry; most people just want to do Something. They don't want to sit there a think about all that's happened they wanna do something that feels like moving on." Hermione reasoned.

"Alright, can you plan this with Hermione, Ron?" Harry asked.

"Of course mate, Hermione you ready?" Ron's excitement was infectious.

"Oh alright," she conceded, thinking twice she added, "Ginny before you leave can I have a word?"

"Of course," Ginny responded confused.

"Perfect, Ron I'll meet you in the common room to begin planning in ten."

"Alright see you up there!" Ron ran out of the room with more vigor than was probably necessary. Hermione followed shaking her head before throwing Ginny a meaningful look.

"Harry, about the magical creatures; McGonagall wants us to send some members to help her on her journey. I think each of us who acted as leaders should accompany one group. That we can delegate and observe; we can communicate and keep a united leadership even divided."

"Neville that's brilliant, any idea's on whom to send where?" Harry asked, though his thoughts were focused his eyes couldn't help following Ginny as she left the room following Hermione out.

"Actually I do, I think Luna would do well at Beauxbaton's." Neville said completely serious. Not missing Harry's distraction over Ginny and taking advantage.

Harry had never known you could choke on air, he discovered it fairly quickly as he choked and spluttered. "You wanna send Luna where?!" He respected Luna but honestly did not see the match.

"To Beauxbaton's her sense of decorum and style will be a perfect match. It's perfect!" Neville said keeping his calm, serious composure.

"Her what? Are we still talking about Luna Lovegood?" Harry was totally lost. He was sure he had the dumbest expression on his face, he felt retarded. Was Neville really talking about Luna? What was going on?

Neville rolled out of his chair he was laughing so hard, "No of course not. She… would be…perfect…for Magical Creatures." He struggled with the sentence through his laughter. He had literally begun rolling around.

"Neville…did you just tell a joke?" Harry was dumbfounded; he'd never seen Neville so calmly pull of a joke. It was brilliant.

"Yes, you seemed so serious…and quite distracted. You needed to lighten up. No don't worry I have a list of who I think should go where I'll send it to you later tonight. Harry you've done a lot, it's ok to let others handle things. You are the leader of the D.A. but we managed while you were gone. We can handle things if you need us to. You really don't have to do this all by yourself. You're not alone; sometimes it seems like you still don't see that. We are all in pain; it's scary not seeing you grieve. You just move on to the next goal, the next challenge. Maybe it's just your way, but I wanted you to know it is ok to grieve. It's ok to breakdown, we're here for you. If you need us we can take the reigns till you're ready. We are here for you." Neville finished with a pat on Harry's back as he walked out the door; turning at the doorway, "I'll send that list over tonight."

Harry just stood there, he'd never thought about it. Yeah, he'd grieved just he'd never been able to sit around and wallow it…he'd tried; thinking back to other times, other pains. He'd tried but either friends or other circumstances hadn't allowed it. He'd never really been able to flounder with hurt, and for that he was gland. There was always a challenge ahead, he'd needed to just get over it and move on. Now that there was really no where to move to how would he handle all he'd lost. It hurt so badly sometimes, it just tore at him. Yet, he knew it'd get better the shadows would clear and a new day would dawn. And he knew that with their help he'd survive, Neville was right; he needed to go out and just free his mind. It was a new dawn, the clouds had cleared. He needed to let go of all that had consumed him these long years. It was over…finally and truly over. And it hit him, he needed to fly. Fly until his head was as clear as the skies and he'd made peace with everyone. He resolved to borrow a broom and find Ginny as he walked out the door to free himself.

"Ginny, thank you for listening. I was really worried you'd take this the wrong way; I'm not trying to be your mother or anything. I just wanted to talk…you know girl to girl. You're so important to me, I didn't want…you know…to happen and we not be able to talk about it."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks shocked and frightened…were they talking about…That?! Oh Lord, did she think that they'd… Of course she didn't, when would they have had time, he thought practically. Of course he'd thought about it before now. His cheeks flushed as he remembered exactly how many times he had thought about it. Ginny's voice interrupted his train of thought before he blushed further.

"Thanks for looking out for me Hermione, I'll admit I was a little miffed thinking you were gonna lecture me. I've never been with anyone, I've always kind in the back of my mind wanted Harry to be my first. But that doesn't mean we're gonna do it right now. I love Harry….more than anything. But that's something special; I don't want to just give myself away because we are all mourning. I want it to be about us, I'm worried if we," she blushed, "make love now it'd be because of what we've been through; how much we've missed each other." Her nose wrinkled, "Now that I think about it if I follow that logic that would make it about Voldermort. That is beyond gross. Thanks, if it does happen you'll be the first to know." She swept Hermione up into a tight hug.

Harry was both relieved and shocked. His first thoughts were, she hasn't been with anyone? She wants to save herself….for me? She's amazing!

Hurriedly racing towards the common room, Harry was lost in his thoughts. He didn't even notice when a certain red head snuck up behind him.

"Hey Harry," she said twining her fingers in his.

"Hey sexy, How was the talk?" Harry laughed noting the surprise in her eyes. "What? …that bad?"

"How did you know?"

"Know what?"

"What Hermione said." Ginny said narrowing her eyes at him.

Harry flushed bright red, "Well…I….I didn't hear on purpose! I was walking back trying to find you and I kinda heard. And well it's not exactly a conversation you can tear yourself away from." He finished ducking his head sheepishly.

"Oh, well… ok, I guess it saves me the embarrassment of relaying it." She fell silent wondering how much he had heard, what he thought. "What all did you hear?"

"Well I'm pretty sure it was the end, I head Hermione thanking you for listening and then you…you told her not to worry…" he said ending feeling shy and embarrassed.

"Ah, and what did you think about what I said?" She took this opportunity to round on him, his back against the wall.

"I thought it proved even more how amazing a person you are." Harry responded wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him. "What you said made me feel wonderful. It made me think too." He whispered.

"Well, it was true. I am a virgin, I do think it's something special." She blushed, "And I'd always dreamed you'd be my first."

"You wanna hear a secret?" he whispered in her ear. "That's exactly how I am, I feel the same way. I want you, no one else." With that he grabbed her hand and dragged her off towards the quidditch pitch.

"Harry, Harry where are we going?"

"Neville said some things to me, got me thinking. There are some things I wanna share with you; about what happened. Flying is my safe space; everything is ok when I'm flying. It's a way to accept what's happened, a way to let go; make peace. You are the one I wanna do that with.

As they approached the center of the pitch Harry took both Ginny's hands in his. "I'm not quite sure how to start. It was, well…what I wanted to tell you the most was the end. When I went to fight Voldermort I believed that I had to die. I don't completely know how to explain it, but all I can say is that I had to believe that I had to die. I had to be willing to die, for Voldermort to be defeated. Part of him transferred itself to me, so as long as part of him was in me he'd live. Or that's what I thought, so I approached him. It was so hard not to fight him, punish him for all he's done."

"Oh Harry," Ginny said pain filling her eyes.

"I saw you when I was leaving; I wanted to reach out to you. Say good bye but I couldn't. I knew that if I spoke to you, I wouldn't be able to do it. I love you too much. I had to, for you, for everyone to end it." Seeing the pain for him build in her eyes he scrambled to get to his point. He didn't want to dump on her at all. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. "Ginny! Don't you feel bad for me; I was willing to do what I had to. I was able because I had already experienced the most magical moments; those moments were the ones I had with you. What I really wanted to explain was, when He leveled his wand at me. When he was going to kill me, you were on my mind. I was content knowing my last thoughts were of Ginny Weasley. As he spoke the killing curse, I was thinking your name. You were the last person I thought of as I waited for Voldermort to kill me. When Hagrid dumped me on the ground I wanted to reach out to you all. You have no idea how your faith in me, made me stronger. You didn't believe his lies, his twisted tales. I've kept everything bottled up, I always have. If it's alright I'd like to share some of it with you." He looked at her, lost himself in her; there was no pity in her eyes, no sorrow for him. Just love, she wasn't gonna feel bad for him. She would be strong with him, love with him, fight with him.

"I'd love to hear about it." She said going on tip-toe to kiss him. They laid down on the soft grass, Harry on his back limbs spread out one arm around Ginny. Ginny lying on her stomach head on his chest slowly drawing shapes with her fingers.

"Well, I was scared. Angry as well, I was so angry I couldn't understand it. I was always upset; nothing was going right for most of it. We fought a lot; it hurt to fight so much. Ron, Hermione, and I found it wasn't the adventure we'd thought. It was huge, so much bigger than we were…" As he told her small details, shared his emotions, poured out his soul Ginny listened. In turn telling Harry about how Hogwarts had been while he was gone. They looked at the sky, centered in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. They shared about what they'd thought and felt; the joys and pains; and their hopes for tomorrow.

"Hey Ginny are you ready to fly?" Harry said feeling lighter than ever, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"You have no idea." Ginny sprung up and they raced to the shed before pulling out spare brooms. Shooting off into the sky, they flew and flew; tossing around a Quaffle and just messing around. They flew around each other, showing off, and letting off all their frustrations. They looped, spiraled, and experimented with tricks. The sky was their playground. Until breathless, hair tousled and hearts pounding they landed. Laughing as they both collapsed on the ground exhausted and happy. It'd been a good day, as the sun set in the west painting the sky brilliant shades of red, purple, orange they walked back to the castle hand in hand. There was a lot to do…lots to learn…lots of time.

The next days passed quickly Mrs. Weasley and others helping the grieving and slowly clearing them out of Hogwarts. Arranging homes, shelters, and soon it was done. Hogwarts was practically empty. Once family members searches for each other stopped showing up the group realized how deserted it was. The only remaining occupants were the members of the D.A who were willing to stay and help. Harry had gotten the list, and with McGonagall's help organized the magical creatures group that was headed off. Luna would be the D.A. representative along with a couple of other trusted members. Mainly though it was a force of adults McGonagall had called in favors with. Magical Creatures dept. of the ministry was fairly intact and would help in any way possible. Hagrid was excited to once again visit the Giants…though no one knew why.

Ron and Hermione raced around planning the memorial and the quidditch match. The plans for the official gravesite were still very much up in there because Harry adamantly insisted upon having the input of all the survivors and all those who had losses in the battle. But the quidditch game was set in stone. It would be a open match, anyone who wished to play would play. The idea was to have four teams and a championship. The four teams would be the four houses, but house wasn't important and wouldn't be a filter. Even so Harry was the Gryffindor seeker and Ginny one of it's chasers while Ron and other D.A members filled out the rest of the team they were eager to see even the adults step up to play. As the teams filled up the excitement grew and a few days before the match people began arriving for the spectacle. A story was run by the Daily Prophet on how Hogwarts was bringing life back to a shocked people. (Thankfully the writer was someone OTHER than Rita Skeeter.) A small trophy was created and all was well as excitement mounted. On the other hand the reorganization of the Ministry was a unpleasant and tedious task that Mr. Weasley and Shacklebolt stuck even in its monotony. Thankfully most of the previous members whose histories could be called into question fled. Making the process move much faster even so, deciding who would go where, and tracking down people on the run to give their jobs back was tiresome.

"Have you been practicing Harry?" Ron blubbered excited. As he approached him at breakfast propping his broom against the table as he slide into his seat. Harry had hoped to talk to Ginny that morning but he hadn't been able to find her all morning. Unfortunately there was no way to repeat their first night so she slept in the girls dorm and he in the boys. He'd have loved to retake a place next to her but there really wasn't a 'proper' way to approach it. He lost himself in his thoughts as Ron went on about the match thinking of his Firebolt, Hedwig, Mad Eye all that he'd lost that night. He wanted to compete was ecstatic about it but he really needed a broom. At the same time he didn't want a new broom…he wanted his Firebolt.

"Harry…Harry…Harry! Did you hear me at all?" Ron sounded exasperated, and looked a little hurt.

"Huh? I'm sorry Ron…I was thinking about my Firebolt…and that reminded me of Hedwig, and that night…" Harry looked down slightly ashamed he'd ignored his friend.

"Its ok mate, what I was saying is you need to practice. Even the great Harry Potter's gonna be a little rusty after more than a year off."

"But Ron I haven't got a broom, and I'm not looking forward to using one of the school's. But you're right I need to get out there again."

"I know I'm right, which is why we have you haven't seen Ginny all morning?" Ron said a wicked grin spreading across his face as his eyes locked on something above Harry's head. Harry whirled around to see Ginny and Hermione right behind him holding a conspicuously shaped package.

"Ginny! Hermione!" His eyes locked on the brown packaging, "You…You…"

"Got you something you completely deserve?" Hermione chimed in.

"Wanna see that crazy flighthappy smile?" Ron prodded.

"Can't wait to race you?" Ginny finally echoed a competitive flash jumping into her eyes as she smiled. Thrilled to see Harry this happy.

"You all are the most amazing people I have ever met." Harry said taking the package Ginny handed him.

"Harry…close your mouth."

"Right…ok" Harry responded in his own world as he slowly unwrapped the broom, the Firebolt seemed to hum in his hands. It felt like it belonged there, as if it had never left his hand before now. It wasn't his, wouldn't be what his last one was immediately; but he believed it had endless possibilities. And it had been given to him once again by people who cared for him and showed him everyday how not alone he was. He just stared at it in his hands, it was perfect.

"Well are you gonna stare at it or are you gonna ride it?" Ron asked.

"Come on I'll show you how a broom should be ridden." Ginny challenged racing out the door towards the pitch to where here own broom was stashed.

"Oh, we'll see about that!" Harry retorted racing after her.

Ron stayed behind looking at Hermione, "Any way I can convince you to join us?" he asked knowing Hermione's loath of flying.

"Not a chance."

"Ok I'll stay with you then."

"No, no, no I've gotta take pictures. You have to be in them. We're doing a photo memorial of the reconstruction and all we're doing to make this better."

"Oh…well as you know my right side is my best side…and don't take any pictures of me doing anything stupid….and-"

"Ron, shut up and get out there." Hermione said shaking her head.

Ron broke out into a huge grin, "Yes mam!"

Well there's the next bit, hope you enjoy it. i have no idea how i'm gonna write this game. i'll probably resort to looking in the past books and borrowing a little from each of the games she describes. Unfortunately I don't remember enough about the rules and such of the game for me to write my own. i'm sorry! if you have a way you think the game should go review or email me your idea, i'd love the feed back is my email if you'd like to pitch in.