A/N Well here's the next chapter, hope you like it!! Thanks to reviewers:

SierraPotter: Even after loads of chapters I'm only just realizing how much you hate Ginny!! Lol well I'm glad you're enjoying it!!

Lily-potter2010: Thanks for the review! I update pretty quick, so I hope you check often as well! 

Prongsgrl: Lol, that is how I wanted her character portrayed, glad I'm getting it right lol!

Prv226: Yes, the story skipped over a year a couple of chapters ago, so now Harry, Ron and Hermione are nineteen, and Ginny is, as you said 18. Sorry if I didn't make it clear!

Kp: Well, we find out about Harry in this chapter, and I'm not really sure when the Harry/Ginny plot will develop because the Harry part is most important in this chapter. So probably the next chappy I'll develop those two!

Truths

The kitchen was filled with a silence so pure that if a pin dropped it would make every single person in the room jump about a mile. Harry poked around with his knife and fork on his plate of traditional cooked English breakfast, but he couldn't stomach a single mouthful of it. Slowly, he looked up and around the table; Hermione was eating her breakfast very slowly, but it seemed the only problem in her head was the fact that she had slapped Ginny the night before; Ginny was sitting back in her chair, not eating, and staring at the floor, and Mrs Weasley was reading the morning addition of the Prophet, letting out a deep sigh every now and then. Harry knew full well what was in the paper, but he tried to pay no attention.

"Oh dear…" Mrs Weasley said, putting down the paper and turning to her breakfast, "Some people have no self respect; they should turn themselves in, that's what I say!"

"What's happened?" Hermione asked, looking a little shifty in her seat. It seemed she had only just realised the tension in the room was very high, and it was radiating from Harry and Ginny.

"Another attack," Mrs Weasley answered, "But this one was a strange one; the attacker was using muggle force, by that I mean punching and kicking, to hurt a one year old baby, and then he or she used their wand and did the unspeakable…"

"That's terrible…" Hermione said, suddenly going off her food.

Harry looked at the two of them, both so upset by what had happened, and they didn't even know the baby that had died.

"I'm not feeling too well," He said, standing up, "I might go and have a lay down."

And before anyone could protest to his leaving, he was walking up the stairs and into Ron's room.

He sat on the bed in silence, trying to gather up his thoughts. He had returned back to the Burrow very late the night before, or very early that morning. He walked in expecting everyone to be asleep, but he found Hermione sitting on a chair in the living room waiting for him. Her eyes were red with tears and it was clear to him that she hadn't had a wink of sleep. She had asked him where he had been, but he declined to tell her and walked upstairs to bed, although he didn't get a wink of sleep.

He sighed as he looked around Ron's room. He saw the picture of himself, Ron and Hermione in their first year. They were all so happy, throwing snowballs at each other and then to the camera. It was unbelievable how much people could change in the space of eight short years. A tear slowly rolled down his face as he heard the door creak open. He quickly wiped it away as he turned to face Ginny in the doorway.

"Why do you always follow me up here?" He asked tetchily.

"Better question, why are you crying?" Ginny asked, walking in as if she didn't need an invitation.

"I'm not," He replied, blinking quickly to make the tears in his eyes disappear.

Ginny sighed and sat on the floor opposite him. They sat for many minutes in silence as Harry gulped down what felt like gallons of tears.

"What do you want?" He finally snapped at her.

"Just, well…" She stuttered.

"Well what?" He snapped again.

"I just wanted to say sorry, for yesterday…" She muttered. "I didn't realise you'd get so…"

She paused, staring at his blank face. If she thought that was anything like an apology she'd need to work on it.

"Where did you go last night Harry?" She asked suddenly.

"Why?"

"It's just you… Well you didn't come back until early this morning and… Well, mum was worried about you, and Hermione…" She stumbled over each word like it was a sharp knife on her tongue; Harry didn't know why she didn't just say what she was thinking, he knew what she was thinking.

"Yes, Hermione waited up for me, she obviously cares more than some people," He said quietly.

"Are you saying my mum doesn't care about you?" Ginny shouted.

"No I'm saying you obviously don't!"

Ginny stared at him angrily but said nothing for another couple of minutes before asking again, "Where did you go last night?"

"That's none of your business!" He shouted loudly at her, making her jump violently. She stared at him again, for longer this time. He could tell she was trying to read him, but he wouldn't let her in, he would never let anyone get inside him ever again.

Harry didn't know how much time had passed from the shouting to the next comment, but it felt like hours they were in that room together in silence.

"It's sad isn't it," Ginny started quietly, "About that baby. I know what it's like to loose a baby…"

He shot a worried look at her from across the room. Did she know? She can't have known… He wasn't that readable…

But then something else she had said struck him; 'she knew what it was like to loose a baby…'

"Pardon?" He said quietly.

"My son died, Harry," She explained, "Yes I had my baby. It was a stupid mistake but when you left and didn't write to me I thought I'd get you back by having my baby. Then when he was actually born I realised I couldn't take care of a child, I was still a child myself. I got post-natal depression and never looked after him, then the worst happened and I left him in a car park, by accident of course. And when we went back to get him… he was dead…"

"Oh Ginny," He was at her side in an instant on the floor, not even caring that she hated him and probably didn't want him there, "That's terrible, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," She waved it aside, "I'm not saying I'm glad he died, I was still his mother. But I couldn't take care of him, and when Dean left me for some other girl, I can't even remember her name, I was helpless. I just hope he didn't die painfully. It was one of those attacks that have been going on. I don't understand why the attacker keeps targeting babies…"

Harry looked sideways at her and then stood up shiftily, walking back to the bed across the room. He sat down, not looking at her; he couldn't bear to face her. She was right; the attacks that had been happening were terrible. He finally looked across and saw her staring at him again, a contemplating look on her face.

"Oh well," She said, heaving a sigh, "At least we're all ok." Harry nodded at her slowly. "Look Harry, I'm sorry I've been so mean to you. Please let's start again? What have you been up to while you've been away? I know you told us yesterday at the hospital but I wasn't really listening." She smiled.

"Not much," He croaked out. His throat and mouth were suddenly very dry. He felt like a twig from a tree; a twig about to snap.

Ginny's smile turned rapidly into a frown as she asked, "Nothing to tell me? It's not bad is it?" She asked in a jokey tone.

"No."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"Because it's none of your business."

"But where did you go last night? What were you doing at two am, when the attack happened?"

"What?"

"Last night, when the baby was killed, what were you doing?"

"What are you suggesting?" He asked.

"You were shifty at the table when my mum was talking about it. Then you made the excuse of feeling ill when you look totally fine to me, and I come up here and find you crying about something," Ginny rushed.

"Well then you shouldn't come up here!" He yelled at her.

"Did you kill that baby Harry?" She asked suddenly.

"What?!" He shouted forcefully at her.

"Harry don't deny it! It all fits! You were out at the time it happened in a massive stress, and it's the sort of thing you'd do! You like to beat up things, or people come to that!"

Harry ran at her and slammed her against the wall. She stifled a quiet scream and tears began to run down her face.

"You have no right to probe around me like this!" He screamed about an inch away from her face, still holding her in place against the wall, "You have nothing to do with me now! How can you suggest that I killed a baby?!"

"Harry! Ginny! We're going to see Ron!" Hermione's voice outside the door made Harry let go of Ginny so quickly that she nearly fell. Both of their faces were red from tears and Ginny's arms were red from Harry's grip on them.

The door flung open two seconds later and Hermione stood and stared at the two of them. Both were wiping tears and Ginny was trying to cover up her marks made by Harry.

"Is everything alright?" She asked wearily.

"Yes," Harry and Ginny answered in unison.

"I heard shouting but I thought you were both having another petty little fight…" Hermione said, still weary.

"We're fine Hermione; we'll be down in a minute," Ginny said, "Get out."

Hermione's jaw dropped at Ginny's rudeness and she looked over to Harry. "Are you ok?" She asked him.

"Yeah fine, we'll be down in a minute!" He said forcefully.

"Are you sure…"

"Get out!" He shouted.

She looked from Harry to Ginny and back again and then slowly walked out and closed the door behind her.

The two of them looked at each other. The second the door closed Ginny's face was flooded with tears, and Harry fell backwards onto the bed; all energy and sense gone from his body and mind.

"I was lucky Hermione came in wasn't I?" Ginny asked in between tears. "Would you have gotten me too?"

Harry took a few seconds to gather himself before he looked at her. There was no point in denying it.

"You have to let me explain…" He said slowly.

Ginny gasped outwardly, all disbelief showing on her face, making it obvious to Harry that she didn't really think he was capable of such things; she was just trying to wind him up.

"Ginny," He stood up, walking slowly towards her, but she cut in over him.

"I'm going to see my brother now, are you coming?"

Harry stared at her; he wanted her to understand what was going around his head… He just wanted her to understand. He wanted someone to talk to, but quickly he realised his days of talking to Ginny were long gone. Slowly, he shook his head.

"Ok, I'll tell mum you're ill," She said, turning round quickly and rushing out of the room.

He sat on his bed for the next few minutes, listening to the hustle and bustle going on downstairs. And when he heard the door slam and the house fall into silence, he laid down and cried, for longer than he'd ever cried before.


A/N There you go, that's what Harry's been doing! Deary me, poor boy, he's troubled isn't he? What did you think of the way I told it? I mean his and Ginny's argument about it? Was it ok? Oh I just love this story! And I'm so glad I have some loyal reviewers who are always very nice and click that nice little button down there… 