Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry Potter, something is very wrong with you. AKA, I don't.

I apologize if there are a lot of spelling errors and things don't make sense. I was super tired when I wrote this!

This is my shout out to Molly once again. She inspires me to write. I love her.

And now, onto the fiction

Starting Over


Run Away

Ginny awoke to find herself on the couch in Ralph's office, Ralph himself sitting in the armchair in front of the couch, holding a glass of water. "Senorita, you're awake. Here, drink some water. I know that was a lot to give you at one time, and for that, I am sorry."

"What do you mean, Ralph? I had the weirdest dream that you told me that my friend was in a coma and you knew…my secret."

"I'm afraid that wasn't a dream. Hermione is in a coma and I am a wizard." He said, pushing the glass of water in her hands.

She sat up slowly. He was right, that was a lot of information to be given at once. Taking a sip of water and then swallowing hard as realization kicked in. She set the glass down on the table. "Wait. My father sent you to follow me, didn't he? Didn't trust that his daughter could take care of herself! I can't believe this!" She stood up and was about to walk out the door when Ralph forced her to sit back down on the couch.

"Now, before you go jumping to conclusions," he said once she was looking at him again, "just hear me out, okay?"

"I don't think I want to hear what you have to say" she responded coldly, looking down at her hands.

"You will once you've heard it. Now, let me take you back to when you first got here. I was the first one you opened up to about your family, even if a lot of it was untrue. I had heard the name Weasley and I knew when you said 'Harry' you were speaking of Harry Potter. I grew up in Spain and went to school there. But I graduated ten years ago. I know much about you-know-who and Harry Potter.

"So, after you left my diner one day, I sent an owl to your father telling him that it was a pleasure to have you visiting here. He wrote be back when he received the owl asking me to keep an eye on you from the Order of the Phoenix. I was curious the Order, having heard of it when I was young and always wanting to join. He told me that all the Order was doing now was rounding up death eaters and helping the Aurors at the Ministry. He offered me an honorary membership which I gratefully took.

"Anyways, so, your father and I talked every few weeks over these past two years, mainly by floo powder because sending an owl took much too long. And no, I was not spying on you, but I reported back to your father how you were doing and about you giving up magic and a bit about Carolyn and Sean. He's proud of you, Ginny, as am I. But he misses you. He wants you to come back, and even if you don't come back, to at least write to him or floor him."

Ginny had been sitting silently the whole time he was speaking, looking down at her hands. Finally, she looked up when she said, "And how are Harry and my brothers?"

"Your brothers and Harry are doing fine. They really miss you, though. Harry and Ron are suffering from a lot of stress right now, after what happened to you and then Hermione. They want you to come home. I have received one owl from Ron and one from Harry. Both telling me the same thing: Be careful, be safe, and write soon."

Ginny, at this point, was trying to hold back tears. "What have I done?" She wept into her hands. "I've destroyed everyone that I love simply because I needed to get away from my own problems and start over. I'm a selfish brat and because of it, I haven't seen or talked to them in two years! They'll never accept me back. Not now."

"Of course they will, Ginny. Didn't you hear what I just told you?"

"Oh, sure, they write that in a letter, but they don't really mean it."

"You'll never know that until you talk to them."

"I'll think about it." She said slowly rising. "I've got to get going though. Thanks for everything Ralph. I'll see you around."

He sighed as she walked out the door, knowing that when she said 'I'll see you around', she mean she was going to run away

And run away she did.

Harry Potter woke up early in the morning. He neck was stiff from sleeping in a chair. As his eyes came into focus around him, he saw that he was in a hospital room in St. Mungos. Hermione's stiff body was in the bed next to him. Ron was sitting next to him, large bags under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which was true. Since Hermione fell into her coma, the only time Ron left his chair was to use the bathroom, eat, and go home to shower and occasionally get a few hours of sleep in his own bed instead of the uncomfortable chair.

The ministry had given him as much time as he needed off from working as an auror. Harry was there as often as he could be but he still went to work because he was in the middle of training new recruits.

The rest of the Weasley family slipped in whenever they could, although none of them could get much time off work.

Harry stood up and stretched. He looked over at Ron who seemed to be in a sort of daze, half asleep, half awake. "You need to go home and get some sleep, mate, or you'll be in the bed next to her."

"At least then she wouldn't be alone." Ron responded, frowning. Sighing, he added, "Maybe you're right. Besides, I need to be awake and alert for when she wakes up."

Harry chuckled and patted his best friend on the back. "Which will be soon, mate. Don't worry. Go get some sleep. I'll let you know the moment anything happens."

"Thanks mate. I'll be back in a few hours." He said, stifling a yawn.

Ron gave Hermione's hand a quick squeeze before grabbing his jacket and walking out of the ward. Harry sat back down in his chair, yawning. Looking out his enchanted window, he saw an owl fly by. Ginny he thought quietly to himself, wondering how she was doing. He had written his letter to Ralph Gonzalez the day Hermione went into her coma, but Hedwig had returned three days ago empty-handed, well, beaked, really. He had felt like his last chance of talking to her was gone.

Over the next few hours, a few healers came in to check on her condition which hadn't changed. Mr. Weasley also stopped by for about fifteen minutes to let Harry know that he still had received no reply from Ralph. This only dampened Harry's spirits further.

Harry pulled a piece of parchment and a quill out of his bag and began to write, this time specifically to Ginny.

Dear Ginny,

Hey, it's been a long time. He began, not sure what to say. A lot has happened since you've been away. Your dad got promoted at the Ministry. He's doing great at the burrow. He was able to get a house elf. He knew your mum would have loved that. I dated Hannah Abbot for a little while, but things didn't work out. Fred's getting married in a few months to Angelina Johnson and George to Katie Bell. Ron and Hermione are still, of course, pretending not to notice how in love with each other they are. But it's obvious now how much he cares about her. He's barely left her bedside since she got…sick.

I really wish you would come home soon. You're really missed around here. But I'm not going to pressure you to come back. I know what you're going through. From what I hear, you're doing great. Sean seems like a great match for you and Carolyn a great roommate. I always knew you could make it on your own. I'm proud of you, Gin. I hope to hear from you soon and hopefully you can make it here for Fred and George's wedding. I miss you, Gin.

Always yours,

Harry

Harry finished the letter, stuffing it into his pocket, making a mental note to send it as soon as he got home.

Later that afternoon, Ron returned looking more awake, although still not his normal self. He came in silently, sitting next to Harry and taking Hermione's hand in his.

"Any change?" He asked, already know the answer.

"No. But soon. Don't worry." He stood up.

"Where're you going?" Ron asked him curiously.

"To America." Harry answered with even realizing what he had just said. "I mean…" he said slowly, not knowing where that came from.

"That's a brilliant idea, mate!" Ron exclaimed, standing up next to him. "Go bring Ginny home. She belongs here and you're miserable without her."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, thinking he knew where this was going.

"It's obvious you're still in love with her, mate. It's time you brought her home."

"I'm not in love with her, Ron. She's like a little sister to me. We dated a long time ago and she's moved on since then. She has Sean now." The way he said Sean's name made it clear to both of them that he was, in fact, not over Ginny.

"Bring her home, Harry. I'll explain to the Ministry where you went. We'll get someone else to train the new recruits."

Sighing, Harry stood up, knowing he couldn't argue with Ron.

"Alright. I'll go. But I can't guarantee anything, okay? And don't tell anyone where I went. I don't want to get their hopes up. Besides, we'll bring her in as a surprise if she does come. I'll go home and pack, get a few hours of sleep and leave in the morning."

Ron smiled and shook his hand, wished him luck and to make sure to bring his sister home soon. Harry nodded and departed.

He went to his house in Hogsmeade and packed some of his belongings.

Undressing, he got into bed, wanting to get a few hours of sleep first. As his mind shut down, preparing for a good nights sleep, all he could think of was Ginny. Her bright red hair…The smile she always flashed him when they were dating…The way her hot breath felt on his neck when they snuggled on the couch…How her lips felt when they were pressed against his. Snap out of it, Potter! He scolded himself. She's with another guy now. She's happy. She's safe. Something that she never was with you because of Voldemort…

He woke up the next morning at dawn feeling well rested. He had dreamt the whole night about what it would be like to have Ginny in his arms again. He was disappointed when he woke up, realizing it was only a dream. He made a port key out of his old shoe and prepared to leave.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Author's Notes:

Well…what do you think? Cute? Sad? Poor Sean? Yeah…I gotta figure out what to do with that one.

Suggestions are always welcome.

I need REVIEWS. I have like none! Help me!

Alright. Hope you liked it. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight.