Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would not be writing fanfiction. I would be writing a book 8.

Author's Note: It seems that the general consensus is that people hate me for this story. No, not really. But I am aware at how awful everything has been emotionally up to this point, and for those of you who stuck with me, I'm going to try to make it up to you.

This chapter is from Harry's perspective.

Chapter Five, The Corridor

Harry had been coming to that corridor every day since school began. He didn't know why he put himself through this, but for some reason, he couldn't stop coming.

The corridor overwhelmed him with guilt and with grief, it made him feel ill to step foot in it.

Yet he kept returning. As if coming back here he could turn back time and stop what had happened in this very hallway.

No one usually came through this way during the day, because it wasn't really on the way to any classrooms and no one had need to pass through here. But Harry couldn't help but come.

He had no idea how long he had been standing there, when he heard a noise behind him. He turned, and saw a head of red hair. "Ginny." He swallowed, "What are you doing here?" He asked, the sick feeling in his stomach becoming even worse.

"Well, I'll leave then!" She said, looking equally surprised to see him.

She turned to go.

"No, wait, Ginny!" He called after her, urgently. "You don't have to go."

She looked at him with surprise written on her face, and then said, slowly, "What's the deal, Harry?"

He didn't answer right away, simply because he couldn't find the words. He'd had a big speech he'd planned to give Ginny at some point, but the words wouldn't come. And now he was stuck with everything feeling like it was going to overflow out of him if he didn't say something, just something.

"This corridor...It's where Fred died." Harry told her, after a moment. His own voice surprised him, it sounded so numb and dull, when on the inside he felt a sharp pain of grief with every breath he took.

Ginny's eyes seemed to cloud when she heard what Harry said. She looked around her and she seemed so sad and tired and hurt that all Harry wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and comfort her. But he couldn't.

"I don't understand..." Ginny said, after a very long silence.

Harry didn't know what she meant, and he didn't try to guess. He would wait for her to explain.

"After all the time I waited and waited for you. I thought things were finally going to get better. But now you have that new girlfriend and-"

"What?" He couldn't help but interrupt her. What did she mean, new girlfriend?

She looked at him with an obvious look of annoyance on her face. "Oh, please, Harry. You completely ignore me for months and then you get all friendly with some random girl I'd never even heard of before this year?"

"Helen?" Harry asked, incredulously. He might have laughed if the situation wasn't so awkward. "Ginny! She spends all her time talking about her boyfriend back home. She's not interested in me, and frankly, I couldn't look twice at her when I've had someone else on my mind constantly for months!"

"Oh, yeah? Who?" She demanded, hurt and anger filled her voice.

"You!" He said, frustration filling his voice. How could she be so blind?

Her voice softened, "What?" But her tone changed quickly to one of anger again, "Why didn't you say something, Harry Potter! You big jerk!" And then she was pulling out her wand.

"Er, Ginny, calm down...please?" He asked, weakly.

But she didn't put her wand down. "You owe me an explanation, Potter."

Potter? She must have been really mad, Harry figured. "For what?" He asked, irritated. He didn't know what to say to make her happy.

"Why have you been avoiding me? If you 'couldn't stop thinking about me' why were you ignoring me all the time?" Her voice was full of anger, and her hand holding her wand towards Harry was trembling.

"Because I can't speak to you, knowing that everything you are going through right now is my fault!" Harry said in exasperation. "I can't look at you because it's my fault that your brother is dead, and that Lupin and Tonks are dead! It's my fault that all of them are dead! It's my fault that you almost died! And I can't even face you because I can't forgive myself for it!"

Ginny lowered her wand, her eyes filled with surprise for a moment. "Harry..." She murmured. "You seriously believe that? None of that was your fault!" Her voice rose again, but there was a different tone to it this time, there was less anger in it. "That was Voldemort's fault! It just so happened that you were the only one whose ever stood a chance against him, and anyone who fought to protect you Harry, weren't just doing it because they thought you were a swell guy. People protected you so that you could save us. So that you could kill Voldemort. It was never about you! It was about ending Voldemort! It was about the rest of the world Harry, not you!"

"You never blamed me?" He asked, surprised. He felt a weight seem to lift from him. Not the weight of guilt, because he still felt the fault was his. But knowing Ginny didn't blame him was enough to lift his spirit considerably.

"Never!" She said earnestly, "Harry! Oh, Harry... None of this has ever been you're fault! I mean, there was even more that was my fault in all that happened then anything that was your fault!"

"What? Don't be ridiculous, how could any of it have been-" But he was interrupted.

"Riddle's diary?" She shook her head, "That was my fault. Voldemort almost returned two years sooner then he did because of me, Harry! That's a big deal."

"No one blamed you for that!"

"Ironic, isn't it?" She shook her head, "I couldn't look you in the eyes for two years after that happened, and barely even after that! But that isn't the point, Harry, the point is that while you were fighting to save us, some of us were actually to blame! All you ever did was fight to save us all, and now you go blaming yourself. You silly, silly boy."

"What about the rest of your family? They probably hate me..." Harry began,

"Oh, please! Harry! Hasn't mum been constantly begging you to visit? Dad always talks about when he would see you at work. You know Ron isn't angry at you, because you've been speaking to him. And all my other brothers keep asking when they get to see you." Ginny sighed.

Harry felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him, but even so he couldn't help but feel awful that all this time Ginny, and probably the rest of the Weasleys, had felt rejected simply because Harry was afraid they would reject him.

"I'm sorry, Ginny..." He mumbled, his eyes downcast.

And then suddenly Ginny was flying across the corridor and she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I've missed you, Harry Potter."

"You've know idea how much I've missed you..." He told her, holding her close, as if he was afraid she might disappear. "But from now on, I will be here."

"Good." She said, softly.

And Harry felt happier then he had felt in over a very long year.

Author's Note: So, I hope you liked that chapter! There will probably be one or two more chapters in the story before it ends. But please review :) I hope that was a satisfactory chapter! Please let me know what you think!