Ok sorry about the length of time it took to post this chapter. I know that you have been waiting and I do apologize for that. On a brighter note I am rewriting chapter one and possible chapter two. The reason for this is because I posted them so fast that they didn't make any sense. If you do not wish to read these chapters do not worry because I am not changing the story line just making them easier to follow. Editing and dragging out chapter one and two. It seemed too rushed for my tastes and some of it was really cheesy.

On that note please by all means enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 14

Ginny's Denial

"Harry," Ginny started, "I am sorry."

"For what, Ginny?"

Ginny looked at Harry for a few minutes not saying a single word. He could see her hesitation, thinking about how she wanted to say what she wanted to.

"Ginny you can tell me anything, don't worry about it."

"Harry its just," she paused thinking over her words, "well you see I've been thinking….." she stopped talking and placed her head into her hands. Harry rubbed his hand over her back. He wanted her to continue but needed to let her do this on her own. After a bit she started to talk again.

"And well I…"

"Ginny it's alright you can tell me what you saw in the dream." With these words Ginny sank down in her hands further and began to cry.

"You don't think this has something to do with you forcing me out of your head this afternoon," Ginny said through her tears. Harry looked down at a spot on the floor in front of him and stared intently. He didn't think of what she would feel when he did that. He just needed to be alone.

"I'm sorry."

Ginny sobbing grew more intense. She was letting everything out. She lost control of her mind and Harry could feel their connection starting up again. He felt her pain and crying. She was hurt. Their connection was growing stronger and then he could feel nothing just like that it had vanished. He could tell that she was keeping the connection to her mind closed.

He supposed he deserved that in someway but he couldn't help but feel anger towards her. After all that he had been through this was the moment she decided to be petty and abandon him. Harry got off of the couch and walked to the fireplace. He tried calming himself, he knew that he deserved that, but his angered flared. He stared into the now dieing fire and tuned out his surroundings. Ginny's voice snapped him back into focus

"Harry I am sorry but I can't allow us to reconnect right now. I have a lot to sort out in my head and I kind of need to do it on my own."

"And I suppose I get to just sit on the sidelines again and be kept out of this loop as well."

"Harry you know that is not what I am trying to do. I just need some time to think."

"No its ok I mean after all I am use to this solitude." Harry's tone was dry.

"Harry why can't you give me just a bit of time?"

"Why do you need time? Why can't you just trust me?"

"You think that I don't trust you? Is that it?" Harry fell silent. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. He turned to walk towards the staircase.

"Harry," Ginny said, "I think we need a break from each other." Harry stopped just enough to hear what she had to say and then darted up to his room. He enclosed himself within his four poster bed and cast a locking charm on his drapes. His mind was replaying the actions that had happened and lead up to this. She was breaking up with him.

The idea of sleep to Harry was impossible. He tried to forget about what had happened, but that was about as easy as giving up magic. That just wasn't about to happen. His mind kept replaying every little thing she said. He didn't want to concentrate on that. He tried to focus on other events that had happened in his life, but his life was pretty messed up. He couldn't think of much.

He tried to remember the time when Hagrid came and brought him to this school. But thinking of that only reminded him of the first time he saw Ginny. Thinking of Lupin didn't help because she was with him when he found out who Lupin really was. Thinking of Sirus hurt more than he could remember. How could he do this? Sirus was his godfather and he pretty much forgot to grieve over his lose. Of course he could visit Sirus but that only brought on more thoughts of Ginny.

"It's no use I can't think of anything to get my mind off of this." Harry thought to himself. "It just isn't fair. Why did she have to do this to me?" Tears fell from his tightly shut eyes. In the distant corner of his mind he could hear sobbing that was not his own. While he could not hear Ginny's thoughts or feel her presence he could still feel her emotions, however vague they might be. She was hurt just as he was.

Harry rolled over in bed. Concentrating on what he could hear. He wanted to be close to her. But that was not possible. This was as close to her as he could get and it tore him up inside. Eventually the sobs stopped and Ginny could no longer be felt in his head. Harry truly felt alone. He gave into the exhaustion that both his body and mind felt.

"Harry wake up," Ron started. Harry sighed as the full weight of the night before clawed back up to his shoulders and entered his thoughts. He couldn't bring himself to getting out of bed. Ron was persistent and would not falter easily though.

"Harry, get up come we have things to do today, remember?" He remembered they were supposed to go and visit Hagrid today. Perhaps even his dad but after last night he really didn't want to do much of anything. Ron who just fully got a look at Harry asked if there was something wrong. Actually asked the way that Ron or one of the twins would have by making a joke about how Harry had obviously not gotten his beauty sleep. Harry couldn't even bring himself to laughing at it. All he felt like doing was crying. But he didn't have the strength or the tears left for it.

Ron eventually got him out of bed and Harry halfheartedly got ready for the day. They went down to the Great Hall were Harry didn't eat anything. Ron, who was to busy with his own plate didn't notice Harry sitting there playing with what little food was on his plate. And when Ron was finally done with his plate he dragged Harry out of the Great Hall not noticing how much effort it was taking him to get Harry to do anything.

"Hi Hagrid," Ron greeted as the door to his cottage was opened. Hagrid motioned them in for some tea and biscuits. Harry had not seen Hagrid outside of class for a while and had the situation been different he would have felt pains of guilt. But as it was he was having trouble feel anything but melancholy at the moment.

The trip to Hagrids was uneventful as Hagrid still thought that Harry was down about Remus being back. That maybe Harry hadn't come to terms with the situation. Whatever it was he knew that Harry was not himself and that when the time was right he would talk about it.

Harry left Hagrid's place feeling just as empty as when he showed up. The hollow feeling in his gut had bore itself further into Harry's soul. Harry could feel Ginny's tears running down his cheeks. The emotional impact he felt from her could only mean one thing. She regretted taking a break from him.

Harry took off for the castle leaving Ron, yelling for him to wait, behind him. He wasn't sure were she would be but he decided that he would check the common room to start. When he entered the common room though, he was only greeted by Hermione. She obviously knew what was going on, it was Hermione.

"Hermione have you seen Ginny today," Harry asked being as forward with her as possible.

"Harry I think that we need to talk."

"Cant it wait Hermione, I really want to talk with Ginny right now."

"Yes well that is what I want to talk with you about." Harry was getting a bit agitated by her. He knew that she had his best interests at heart, but he couldn't help but feel angered towards her.

"Harry please I know that you want to see her but she really does need some space right now."

"Yes but why does she need space now, what did I do wrong?"

"You haven't done anything wrong Harry this is about her. She will deal with what is going on by herself. Harry lets take a walk," Hermione finished as the portrait door swung open and Ron followed by some third years entered.

"Harry, why didn't you wait for me? You've been acting kind of strange all day."

"Ron," Hermione started, but she didn't know were to finish. This wasn't her problem to tell him, and she had learned over the years with Harry, that if Harry wanted Ron to know, he would tell him.

"Harry and I are going for a walk Ron we will see you afterwards, ok?"

"No it's not ok."

"Ron, back off right now," Hermione pleaded as she gestured Harry to the door. Harry followed Hermione out of the Common Room. He needed to talk to someone and find out what was wrong with Ginny. Maybe Hermione would know what was going on. At least she could tell him something that would make him feel again.

When they had reached the lake and Hermione had still not started talking to him, Harry began to speak.

"What's wrong with Ginny, Hermione?" She just stared at him for a bit. Her eyes swelled up with tears.

Harry rushed pass a group of Ravenclaw third years towards the castle. He couldn't believe what he had just been told. He had to run from Hermione to keep his composure and to make certain that he didn't do anything to her that he would later regret. His temper was hardly ever in control now days.

Harry couldn't understand why Hermione had said that to him. She questioned his love for Ginny. Told him he was being selfish for not respecting her wishes. How could she do this to him? Couldn't she see that he needed a friend to turn to, a shoulder to cry on, something a bit more reassuring?

Harry was so strung up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Remus in front of and ran headfirst into the man's upper torso. Remus was caught off guard and stumbled backwards. Several fifth year students began talking around them. Harry knew what it was about. They all thought that they saw him attack Remus last night. Remus looked at Harry and with a sigh of compassion towards his son, tried to smile at him.

"Hi Harry." Harry didn't respond to it. How could he, his mind was filled with so many thoughts that he could barely hear what was said to him.

"Harry, are you ok." Remus' voice was kind with concern. Harry could only look at him. If anything could break his composure the look on Remus' face was it. Harry refused to fight what inevitably built up inside of him. He looked back down at a spot on the floor. Tears streamed down his checks.

Harry clinched his fists together. His mind darkened with rage, his body trembling with fits of depression that he didn't want to feel. His eyes stung from the salt in his tears. He didn't want to feel this anymore.

Harry left without answering his dad. He didn't care anymore. He walked up the stairs with Remus shouting after him. He turned the corner without giving any hint of listening to Remus' plea. Harry shut himself into his dorm binding the curtains closed with his wand.

"Harry I'm scarred," Ginny's voice cried in his head. He didn't know what to do. Feeling helpless he answered her back.

"Ginny what is going on, why are you doing this to me." Ginny continued her conversation as though she had not heard what he had said.

"I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose…"

"I miss you and I hope you can forgive me. I don't know what else to do. Please, please forgive me. I love you."

Ginny's presence dissolved from his mind. He was alone. Harry sank into his bed, too emotional to sleep and too drained to move. He laid in his bed and his thoughts got the best of him. His physical exhaustion and lack of movement allowed for sleep.

The room was dark and cold. He remembered where he was. He had been here before. Harry looked to his side. Ginny was there. She was shaking, clinging to his arm, with fear. She knew this place as well. They both feared it. Something was going to happen here, something bad, but what?

"Harry?"

Harry woke up to Ron's voice. He could see Ron tugging to open his curtains, chanting charms to very little use. Harry sealed the curtains and only he could release the hold.

"Harry what's wrong. Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Is it V-Voldemort? Fine Harry stay in there, don't talk to me."

And with that Ron was off and Harry drifted back to sleep.

Ginny's arm was torn from him. His wand fell to the floor. He was being dragged away by an outside force, until he disappeared. Harry lifted himself from the floor. He could hear crying in his head. Ginny was still close by he hadn't left the house yet.

"Ginny," Harry called out but there was no answer. There was just a cold feeling that something wasn't quite right. He didn't need to know who forced him here. The high pitch shrill of laughter filled the air and his breathe was sucked from his lungs. The air grew colder and he knew that dementors were around. He didn't have his wand. Harry ran for the nearest door and grabbed the frozen handle. His skin ripped from the palm of his hand as he jerk it from the now opened door. Hot white pain raced up his arm and the sound of his blood hitting the floor filled the room. He could feel Ginny's presence behind him. He turned to her now cloaked form standing behind him.

"Harry I am sorry. I couldn't hold on to you."

Harry woke up the next morning still wrapped in his cocoon of bedding. He wasn't ready to face the day. He knew he had to and ultimately when Ron threatened to report him to Professor McGonagall he decided to at least go to his classes.

After potions was over Harry figured that if he could handle Snape will still in his condition he could finish the rest of his classes.

The week progressed as Harry's class work fell. While he was attending his classes, he was not paying attention to them. He had to serve at least four detentions before Friday had shown up.

Harry had gotten out of his last detention of the week when he caught a glimpse of Ginny. There she was talking with some girls in her year smiling laughing. He considered going up and talking to her right there but while not knowing how she would react, or how he would react, he decided against it. He turned around and took the long way to Gryffindor tower. She was happy. How could she be happy? Was he that easy to get over? Harry could feel his face tighten with anger. He didn't feel hungry anymore and went up to his room. He preformed the same locking shield on his curtains as he did last night. Harry laid back in his bed when a cracking sound entered his room. He knew the sound but it was impossible, people can't appearate inside the castle walls. His mind shot back to when he and Ginny had done this seemingly impossible task. Perhaps he should check it out.

Harry opened the curtains to his bed. The room was silent. Harry turned back to lock himself in his bed. A feather from Faux was lying on his bed. There was a note attached to it informing Harry to meet with Dumbledore ASAP. He chose to ignore this request. Upon thinking this Harry's curtains were torn from his bed. Dumbledore was standing there slightly smiling to himself.

He put his hand up to stop Harry from talking. This was completely useless because Harry didn't have anything to say to him.

"Harry," Dumbledore began. "I was informed about your behavior in class this week. Now I know that you are going through a tough time Harry."

Harry lied back down on the bed. Dumbledore's talk did very little to help him out. Why did everyone think that he was the bad guy in all of this? It wasn't his fault that Ginny needed the break. Harry's thoughts carried him well into the night. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he could forget everything. The first Quidditch match of the season was tomorrow. Harry hated how unsatisfying it felt to know that he would be on the pitch in a very short while. He closed his eyes and could feel Ginny's tears running down his cheeks again.