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Ginny did not seek out another private coversation with Harry after Ron and Hermione had walked in on the two of them. Harry really could not blame her, he could not promise her a thing. He hated to see her look so blue, her eyes downcast. She had never been a perky girl, but he had never seen her cry the way she did when she had slipped out of the room after the inturruption. He would have given all of his gold in Gringotts to have been able to run after her, to wrap his arms around her and dry her tears. But, alas, that would have only complicated the situation, Ron was already baring his fangs.
He did not kiss her to get her hopes up, why couldn't Ron understand that? If Ron had been listening in with a pair of Fred and George's extendable ears he would have known that. Though, he doubted that it would have made much of a difference. Harry knew better than anyone what awaited him, he knew that a future with Ginny could be totally non-existant. The only thing that he knew for sure was that Voldemort awaited him at every turn. Harry would not be surprised to see the whites of slitted red eyes if he gazed into a Foe-Glass.
He gave an exsparated sigh as he raked his hands through unruly black hair. He had handled armies of Death Eaters and a sea of Inferius and yet he could not even handle his own emotions toward a red-headed girl. A loving air had been floating about now that Bill and Fleur's wedding was approaching. Harry found it suffocating. He waved his hand slightly through the air, hoping to wave away the stagnant air.
Why did things have to be this way, he pondered, pushing his hair from his forehead as he traced the lightning bolt with his finger, his souviner from the night his parents, Lily and James Potter had been killed. He should be dead as well, but he had lived, nearly killing Voldemort in the process. Now it was his duty to find the horcruxes and do away with the Dark Lord. One moment had defined his fate, just a single moment in time. Would he change it if he could?
If he had died that night, he would not be having this problem. He would not be in hiding, he would not be wanted by the ministry and he would not have to face Voldemort. Where he would be had he died, he did not know. Would he have gone to be with his parents, whom had died moments before he would have or would he have just floated on in nothingness? That fear of the unknown was what had driven Voldemort to create the horcruxes.
What if Voldemort had not come after him? What if Peter Pettigrew had kept his promise to keep the Potters safe? Would Voldemort have been defeated? Would Harry have been able to attend Hogwarts? Would he have made friends with the same people, bonded with those that he had?
He raaked his hands through his hair again. Would he really have wanted to live in a world where he was without Ron or Hermione? If he had never met the Weasley family, the boys in his dorm room, if he had never met Ginny. His back straightened at the thought. If he had not met Ginny, he would not feel this ache in his heart, this tingle on his lips. He touched them lightly as he mulled it over. Would he have chosen a fate like that? He would not feel this pain, he would not feel so hesitant about leaving the girl to venture into parts unknown. But, he also would have never had those secret moments in the far corners of Hogwarts, never breathed in that flowery scent or laid hands on long red hair.
No. There was no way he would want to take that back. He loathed this ache in his heart, but he could never sacrifice the memories he held in them. He would accept the hand that fate dealt him and make the most of it. He would destroy the horcruxes, he would defeat Voldemort , and he would keep his friends safe. He would see Ginny in that white dress, but no stranger would be beside her.
That's right, he thought with a groan, get my hopes up.
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