A/N Just thought I'd let you know I have no idea how much longer this story will go on for. I said it was almost finished a few chapters ago, well that's not going to happen now. I started this whole new storyline in the last chapter, so it will be going on for a bit now!!  Thanks to reviewers:

Prongsgrl: Lol, sorry I changed your opinion of her. Ginny always gets on my nerves in every story I read, so I guess I write her like that sub-consciously! And it's great to have another new reviewer! Thank you!

SierraPotter: Lol I hate to give away the story but don't worry, Ron's not going to die, I'd NEVER kill off Ron. I just needed an excuse to get Harry to decide to finally go back! Bad writing I know, but hey, he's back!

The (French) Dark Lord: Aww thanks for staying up so late to read it! Yeah he's back isn't life great?! 

Passion

"Ron, Ron wake up," Hermione whispered in his ear.

They were in the St Mungo's hospital. Harry had only been back in the real world for just over an hour, and being in a hospital among other people for the first time in over a year was very strange. He was sure that by now several different reports were being written for the evening prophet, with eye witness accounts of seeing Harry Potter back after so long.

He waited by the door of Ron's room for him to wake up. Mrs Weasley and Hermione had told him everything that had happened while he had been away. Ron, Hermione and Ginny had joined the Order and all three of them were fighting the day that Ron was hit. Apparently all four of the people they were fighting were now in Azkaban, and if Ron died from his injury, they were all going to suffer the Dementor's kiss. Mrs Weasley and Hermione had also asked him what he'd been doing, which threw him quite a bit, because he had no answer. Luckily for him however, Ginny walked down the stairs at the same moment and demanded that they depart for St Mungo's.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice filled the silent room.

"Hi, how are you feeling?" Hermione smiled.

"Ok, I guess," He replied quietly, "Where're mum and Ginny? Is Harry here today?" When Ron said this, Harry didn't quite no whether to be happy or sad about it.

"They're just getting drinks," She smiled again, "But I've got a surprise for you."

"What?" He asked.

Hermione moved aside so that Harry was in view of Ron. Harry smiled at his shocked face and walked towards his bed. "Hi mate," He said, sitting down.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron's voice went from questioning to happy. He flung his arms up around Harry and hugged him, no matter how embarrassing it might be.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted happily, "You moved!"

As Ron lay back down, clearly in a bit of pain, he looked at his arms and said in wonderment, "Yeah!"

"Oh Harry, I told you he'd get better when you were here didn't I!" Hermione said jumping for joy.

Harry smiled slightly at her and then turned to Ron. He had to say what he'd been feeling since he walked in the room, otherwise he might burst.

"Ron, I'm so sorry this happened to you," He said to his friend.

"What are you saying sorry for? It's not like you hit me with a random curse is it?" Ron replied, "And plus, I went after the bastards that killed that woman's baby; they deserved it too."

Harry felt his heart drop to his stomach and lower. He suddenly felt very ill. Why on earth did he ever leave the Burrow?

"Mate?" Ron said after a moment, "You ok?"

Harry looked at him and bent closer to him, "Ron, promise me you'll get better?"

"Well, I'll try mate, but…"

"I need you to get better. I need you with me; you have to help me Ron," Harry pleaded.

Ron looked confusedly at him before turning to Hermione for help.

"Harry, are you ok?" She said, walking towards him and placing a light hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine," He replied, standing up straight, "I just want my best friend to get better. I left you both and now this happens. Imagine if you'd died! I haven't been the same without you; without either of you. You have to get better Ron, and I promise I'll never leave again!"

The door opened and Mrs Weasley walked in, followed by Ginny. They were holding glasses of water and both smiled as they saw Ron sitting up in his bed; which was more than he usually did.

"I bet this was a nice surprise wasn't it Ronnie?" Mrs Weasley said, nodding towards Harry while sitting on the bedside chair.

"Yeah," He replied, "And I feel so much better already."


Five hours later, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs Weasley returned to the Burrow, all quite tired and very hungry. The day was spent talking to Ron, and he had come a long way during the course of the day. He was now sitting up in bed and using his arms for a lot of things; everyone, except Ginny, had explained to Harry that even just the day before Ron couldn't use his arms for anything, even for having a drink through a straw. So all this was a great achievement for him, and they all swore that it was because Harry had returned; because that gave Ron the motivation to get better so that he could spend some time with him.

Questions had obviously been asked to Harry, asking him where he had been and what he had been doing; but by this time he had come up with a story. He had gone to live with his aunt and uncle that he had only met once. They were muggles. Harry told everyone that he had wanted to get away from the press and the 'stresses' of wizarding life, which was, in his defence, partly true. And when they asked him why his aunt and uncle had even let him stay with them, he said because he had threatened them with magic; but of course he wouldn't have actually done anything to them.

So that was his story, and he needed to stick to it. He was sure he would be able to, it wasn't a terribly difficult lie. Small white lies never hurt anyone, did they?

"I'll make some tea for when you're dad comes in," Mrs Weasley said in the direction of Ginny when they walked through the door to the house, "And Harry dear, you can take your things up to Ron's room, he won't mind you staying in there," She smiled.

"Thanks," Harry replied, picking up his trunk that hadn't been moved since he first entered the house.

He walked up the many stairs to Ron's room and walked across the corridor towards it. Once he was in there he smiled and looked around. He remembered it like it was yesterday; he couldn't forget Ron's room. He smiled as he looked at the posters of Quidditch teams and pictures of himself, Ron and Hermione through his years at Hogwarts. He walked further in and dumped his things on the bed and sat down, still looking around.

"Miss it?"

Ginny's voice made him jump out of his skin after a few minutes of complete silence. He looked over to the door and she was there, leaning effortlessly against the door frame.

"Erm, yeah, I did," He replied quietly.

"Good to see Ron and Hermione again then?" She asked, edging further into the room from the doorway.

"Err, yeah, loads."

"I haven't seen them so happy for ages," Ginny said, sitting on the bed close to him.

Harry tried to hide the fact that he was shaking, and that his voice was shaking as well; he had no idea what Ginny's point was of coming to see him out of the blue like this.

"I've missed them," He said, trying to stay calm, "More than I realised."

"Did you miss me?" She asked, not looking at him.

"Of course I did," He replied quickly. Maybe it was too quick, maybe it sounded too needy.

"Then why did you leave?" She asked, finally turning to face him.

"I… I couldn't stay in a place where someone hated me."

"Hated you? Who ever said I hated you?"

"Well, you made it pretty clear by what you said to Dean that day I left," Harry said, getting a little angry.

"Oh Harry! You're so pathetic!" Ginny shouted, "I was mad at you then! I would have said anything to anyone and not meant a word of it!"

"Don't call me pathetic! I left because you didn't love me anymore! And it killed me to be around you!" Harry said, standing up.

Ginny followed suit and stood to her full size, "Argh! You're so annoying! You are pathetic Harry! 'Oh it killed me to be around you!' What kind of man says that?!"

"Don't get me angry," He said quietly, trying to get calmer.

"Why not? Still got that horrible temper, have we? You just hit things when you get angry, that's how you solve problems! Or by leaving, leaving because you can't handle things when they get tough!"

"Leaving when the love of my life says she loves someone else?! Even if it isn't true!" He shouted at her.

To Harry's surprise, there was no shout back this time. He breathed heavily and tried to stop himself from lashing out while he watched her. There wasn't a long pause, but the one there was did change the mood in the room.

"The love of your life?" Ginny said quietly.

Harry stood for a moment staring at her. Did she really not know that he loved her? For all this time she had never known that he had loved her since his sixth year at Hogwarts?

"Yeah…" He replied.

"You loved me?" She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears.

"Of course I did, and I still do," He said, reaching out for her hand.

The tears started to roll freely down her beautiful face as she said, "All this time, all this aggravation… And you loved me?"

"I thought you knew," He said, still reaching for her hand, but she pulled it away.

"I'm so sorry Harry," She said, wiping the tears from her face as she backed away, "Sorry for driving you away. Things could be so different now if I'd only known…"

"What do you mean? You know now, and I've waited, I still love you," He started, "Where's Dean now? He'd be here if you were still together, I know that much; you're not together anymore, so take me back."

"I can't just take you back!" Ginny shouted suddenly, "Too much has happened!"

There was a long pause then. The two of them sat back down on the bed and were silent for many minutes, lost in their own thoughts.

"Why did you never write to me?" Ginny asked quietly.

Harry looked up at her; there were so many reasons racing through his mind, real reasons, but which one to choose?

"I thought you hated me," He repeated for the millionth time.

To his surprise, Ginny gave a short laugh as she looked at the floor and said, "That's ironic."

"Why?" Harry asked, perplexed by her laughter.

"Because now I do…"

Harry's chest felt like it was crumbling inside him, and he found no words to speak, so he said nothing.

"All those things I said about you changing, they weren't true, I was just angry. And then you said you were leaving, so I got even angrier and just said it to you again. But when you left, that broke my heart. And then you never wrote to me, so I was hurt. And you were upsetting Ron and Hermione so much that I could have just hit you! So after a year had passed, I did hate you, because of what you did…"

He stared at her, unable to believe a thing that was coming out of her mouth. She didn't really think he had changed? It was all her fault… What he had been doing while he was away… He did it all because of what she'd said and didn't even mean! Everything that came out of this girls' mouth were lies! Was she even pregnant when he left? Was there a baby out there now, somewhere with Dean? He didn't even stop to ask.

He jumped off the bed and grabbed his coat before storming out of the room.

Jumping down most of the stairs as fast as he could, he made his way outside and onto the lawn of the garden.

"Harry!" He heard called behind him by different female voices.

"What have you done?!" He heard Hermione's hand clap around Ginny's face behind his back, but kept walking as Hermione carried on. "He only just got back! What have you done?!"

He turned to see the two girls screaming at each other and Mrs Weasley running, albeit slowly, towards him. But the anger inside him was bubbling about a millimetre away from boiling, and then he was gone from all sight.


A/N Oh dear, that Ginny isn't very nice really is she? But listen, you still haven't told me what you think Harry has been doing while he's been away. I've been giving clues and hints at it… But we're finding out in the next chapter so please write quickly!! Thanks for reading!