AN: And Chapter 3. Dont you just love having most of a story written so you can post updates quickly?
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Ginny yelled from the passenger seat of the beetle. Harry just stared ahead, focused on the road. The only way Ginny knew he had heard her was the fact that a) she was sitting not a meter away and had yelled at him and b) his hands around the steering wheel tightened. They were on their way back to the Burrow after Ginny had walked in on Harry and some other girl. Ginny couldn't believe it. How could this have happened? She had sat in the car crying silently for five minutes before Harry had raced out of the house, apologies rolling off his tongue which only moments before had been – no she wasn't going to think about that. Ginny had yelled at him for a bit before she demanded he take her home and then never speak to her again. She knew she was being a bit dramatic, but she was just so... so mad and hurt. True to her Weasely heritage she had snapped and now just yelled at Harry when ever her own thoughts got too bad. At first Harry tried to yell back and defend himself, but eventually gave up when he couldn't get a word in edge ways. When they reached the Burrow Ginny violently unstrapped her seat belt and was about to leave the car when fingers closed around her wrist. "Let me go Harry" She said in a dangerous low voice, refusing to look back at him.
"Ginny please. I love you."
"I'm sorry, but nothing appears to be working." The man's tone unnerved her. It was too calm, too rehearsed. As the words sunk in her world stopped again and her blood ran cold. How could it not be working anymore? Her mind registered the looming choice at the same time the man looked into her eyes, sympathy and sadness reaching out to her from their depths. "It's time."
At his words something in Ginny snapped and she whirled around to face Harry, looking not unlike on of Charlie's dragons. "Don't you say that! Don't you dare say that! You have no right Harry James Potter to ever say that to me again!" Ginny wrenched her arm from his grasp and ran into the house. As she crossed the threshold warmth and happiness surrounded her. "How was your night Gin?" Her mother asked, looking over her shoulder as her youngest leaned against the closed door. Ginny didn't look up at her mother as she answered "fine" and raced up the stairs to her room. She couldn't stand the happiness and knew that if her mother hugged her she would break down into tears. She wasn't even sure if she really wanted to break ties with Harry completely over something like this or if she would try and make a friendship happen. As she laid her head down on the pillow her world went black.
"I'm sorry" The girl whispered as tears fell unchecked from her eyes, staining her cheeks. Everyone else had been in and already said their goodbyes, but allowed her privacy to say her own farewell. Feeling her heart shatter into a thousand pieces she raised her head and gave them the signal. It was done.
Ginny was woken the next morning by pained voices downstairs. She rose from her bed and made her way gingerly to the kitchen. The sight that met her eyes reminded her of when Fred had died in the war. Her mother clinging to her father, as if without him she would fall apart, Ron and Hermione holding each other crying and her other brothers comforting both groups, looks of shock on their faces. "What's happened?" Ginny asked, trying not to notice the person missing in the family's grief. No he is fine. He has to be fine. "Ginny" That one word uttered so softly, with so much sorrow in it froze her blood in her veins. "Are you Miss Ginerva Weasely?" A man in blue walked towards her, a policeman as Harry had told her. He held his hat in his hands, and Ginny wondered how he, a muggle, had come to be in the Burrow. "I'm afraid there was has been an accident."
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