A/N Hey guys! here is chapter 3...i hope you guys like it...

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Harry paced around the room unable to sit still.

I am such an idiot! Why did I have to write that letter to Ginny? Why couldn't I have just kept all of that stuff to myself like I meant to? He paused in front of the window hoping to see a familiar white owl somewhere in the sky. I don't even know why I said all of that stuff. I only meant to write her and thank her for the invitation to talk to her. I didn't mean to actually talk. I don't know what happened, but as soon as my quill hit the page I just couldn't stop writing. I probably just freaked her out and she'll never want to talk to me again.

He continued to pace, a knot slowly forming in his stomach. Hedwig should have been back this morning, and it was now well after lunch. He couldn't help but form a hundred scenarios in his mind on what could have happened that made Ginny not write back or something happening to Hedwig on her flight back. His heart leapt into his throat when Hedwig swooped through the window and it quickly sank to the bottom of his stomach when he saw she carried no letter.

"What happened?" Hedwig hooted an answer and Harry desperately wished he spoke owl.

I knew I shouldn't have sent that letter. I should have ripped it up the second I finished it. Now I have succeeded in scaring off the only person I feel like talking to, the only person that I thought might be able to understand. Apparently I was wrong. He was disappointed in himself and honestly, a little disappointed in Ginny. Which then caused him to become more disappointed in himself, for being disappointed in Ginny. After all, he reasoned with himself, it wasn't her job to deal with his problems. Feeling suddenly tired he lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes. It was just one more thing to add to the list of things he didn't want to think about any more.

Opening his eyes again, his gaze settled on Harvey(he had eventually decided that he was for naming the ice cream eating bunny). He sighed and thought, Ya know it's to bad that you can't talk Harvey. He was on his way to deciding that he had gone completely mad for even wanting to talk to a water stain, when an unexpected knock on the door made him jump to his feet.

He heard a familiar bellow coming from behind the door. "BOY!"

He sighed again. Why was his uncle bothering him? They had stayed out of each others way so far this summer. He felt they had a perfectly good thing going on, why did he have to ruin it now? He shuffled over to the door and opened it to see the very purple face of his uncle, who looked to be about as happy to be talking to Harry, as Harry was seeing his uncle.

"Mrs. Figg rang. She got a new sofa and needs help rearranging the furniture. Go help her immediately." And with that he turned around and stormed down the stairs as if he couldn't stand being in Harry's presence a moment longer.

Harry sighed once more, something that seemed to becoming a habit, as he looked for his trainers. He figured that Dumbledore had probably asked Mrs. Figg to invite him over to check on him, as he had not replied to the letter the headmaster had sent the week before. Harry however was not in the mood to be checked on.

Harry got himself together and for the first time all summer, he walked down the stairs and out the front door of Number Four Privet Drive. He didn't see his aunt, uncle or cousin on his way out the door and he figured that they were probably hiding from him. That was fine with him, he had no desire to have any kind of interaction with them either. He shuffled his feet the whole way to Mrs. Figg's house, not eager to spend the whole afternoon talking about cats.

When he reached the front door he had barely raised his hand to knock when the door was ripped open. He was shocked not to see Mrs. Figg, but instead to find…

"Ginny?"

In reply Ginny simply reached out, grabbed his hand and dragged him into the parlor. "Come on in, we were just sitting down to tea." Harry was more then a little surprised to see that Mrs. Figg was indeed pouring a third cup of tea. Ginny sat Harry down in a chair, and then proceeded to deposit herself direct across from him. He soon found that he could do nothing but stare at her as if she was an alien.

"You should really try one of these scones Mrs. Figg made, they are really delish." she continued on as if they did this every afternoon.

Harry finally managed to find his voice, "Ginny, why are you here? How did you get here? And does your mother know you are here?"

After swallowing a sip of tea Ginny replied, "After reading your letter it seemed to me that you needed to get out of that room and you needed to see a friendly face. So I wrote Mrs. Figg asking her to ask you here. I flooed over after lunch and no my mother does not know I'm here and as long as I get home before dinner at six, as far as I'm concerned she doesn't have to."

"Oh…I see." Harry was amazed that Ginny had gone to all this trouble for him. Especially since she was risking the wrath of Mrs. Weasley by sneaking out like this and he knew that her mother is one person whose wrath should be avoided at all costs. He felt awful and reprimanded herself for ever having doubted Ginny, she had really gone above and beyond.

Harry took the scone that Ginny offered and watched with amusement and pity as Ginny made the fatal mistake of asking about Mrs. Figg's cats. He knew that the redhead had a deep love for all animals, but after forty minutes, three scones and two cups of tea, he could tell that Ginny was having trouble continuing to feign an interest. She suddenly excused herself to go to the loo and Mrs. Figg turned to Harry. As she left the room she turned and mouthed a silent I'm sorry to Harry who was now being educated on the differences and benefits between wet and dry cat good.

"So Harry, would you maybe like to go for a walk of something before I have to go home?"

Harry looked up and saw an angel with read hair emerge from the loo to come and take him away. "Sure that would be great."

As soon as they had reached the street Ginny dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I'm so sorry… I didn't realize that she would turn on you as soon as I left the room…I just couldn't take it anymore…"

Harry chuckled as well. "It's okay, at least you came out and rescued me." He paused for a moment, "So how are things going over at Number 12?" he asked showing an interest in what was going on in the outside world for the first time all summer.

"Well, I don't think that Ron and Hermione have stopped arguing since this summer started. I mean we both are all too familiar with their favorite pastime, but it is just getting ridiculous. I'm so not kidding, last night they had a whole to-do in the bathroom over whether you should wet your toothbrush prior of after applying the toothpaste."

Harry laughed as he envisioned this scene. "You might think it's funny, but it's driving me insane. It's everything with them these days, I think that they are trying to release all that sexual tension that has been building up over the years."

"Wait… what?" Harry asked cluelessly.

"Oh yeah, they want each other bad," Ginny replied as if it was completely obvious, which to everyone besides them, and apparently Harry, it was. "They just don't know what to do about it and it manifests itself by trying to drive me absolutely stark raving mad."

Harry considered this for a long moment. "Actually that kinda makes a lot of sense," he admitted. All sorts of things were suddenly becoming way clearer if he applied that knowledge behind it.

"Of course it does," Ginny replied, not having any doubts that it was true. "But I don't know how much more of them I can take, until they just snog already. Let me tell you I have been spending a lot of time by myself this summer out in the back yard. That's why I was able to sneak out today, nobody will even notice that I'm gone."

Ginny paused for a moment and after stealing a quick glance at Harry, she continued. "I wish you were there so that I would at least have someone to talk to." Harry turned and looked at her as if he was about to speak, but before he could open his mouth she had already changed the subject. "So Fred and George have been doing really well with their joke shop, I actually think that Mum is starting to accept it…"

Ginny continued to dominate the conversation as the pair slowly ambled down the sidewalk. Harry was fine with it as he was perfectly happy to listen to Ginny go through all the goings-on with the residents ofGrimmauld Place. Her voice, he noted, managed to be both upbeat and soothing at the same time, a quality that you couldn't help being drawn to.

They reached the park that Harry had frequented so many times the previous summer and by some silent agreement they made their way to the swings. As they sat an uneasy silence feel between them.

Harry suddenly found himself extremely interested in the tip of his shoe as he buried it in the sand. Ginny on the other hand, found some point of interest on the top branch of a nearby tree.

"I'm glad you came today Ginny," he said. Still watching the way his foot displaced the sand.

Ginny didn't reply right away. She was unsure which way she wished to take the conversation. She picked her feet up off the ground allowing herself to swing slightly, she took a deep breath before she continued. "Harry, why do you insist on staying here all summer living like some kind of recluse? Why don't you just come home where you belong?"

Harry looked up at Ginny, his green eyes searching her cinnamon brown ones. "Because is better for everyone this way." His gaze darted to his hand as it gripped the chain of the swing he was sitting on. He had a feeling that if he started to talk about why he had made the decision to stay away from them, he might not be able to stop from telling her everything.

"It's just safer for everyone if they stay as far away from me as possible. I'm not sorry you're here, but you probably shouldn't have even come today."

Ginny put her feet firmly back on the ground and opened her mouth to protest, but Harry didn't give her a chance. He began to explain, his voice calm and even, with a tone of acceptance. "You don't get it Ginny…my parents, Sirius even Cedric… they died because of me. Their fates were sealed by their mere association with me, my parents only crime was simply being my parents. Really, every person who has died at the hands of Voldemort has been my fault because I wasn't able to stop it. Voldemort is never going to stop coming after me, so as long as he is alive nobody that I love or care about is safe."

He paused glanced at Ginny who was listening with complete attention, he could tell she was waiting for him to continue and wasn't going to interrupt. As he continued, the passion with which he spoke slowly began to grow. "Every single person in the wizarding and muggle word alike is my responsibility to protect from Voldemort because I'm the only one who can. And Ginny this isn't just me with a hero complex or delusions of grandeur. Remember in my letter how I said that I know my future…well it's not just an educated guess. Remember the prophecy, well I've heard it, Dumbledore was there when it was made and he told me what it said. It basically said that I'm the only one that can kill Voldemort. It's basically him or me, one of us will kill the other. If I fail and he kills me, that's it. It's over. He wins and nobody will be able to stop him."

Without realizing it he had begun speaking louder and faster as he continued. Ginny listened silently realizing he needed to get this out. "This stupid prophecy was made before I was even born and now it's all fallen to me and I don't even care, I don't feel anything one way or the other about it. I just know it and have accepted it. Good God Ginny shouldn't I feel something about it." He laughed cynically, "Did you know I don't even dream anymore, I can't even muster up an emotion in my sleep. What is a person if they can't feel? Is that even human? AM I EVEN HUMAN?"

The color started rising in his face as he started to yell. "Is my only purpose on this planet to fight Voldemort? Are the gods just using me as some gigantic tool? Why did they pick me? What did I do to deserve going though all of this? Why was I chosen to suffer? Why is it that it is my mere existence that has caused so much pain and death and loss to revolve around me? WHY ME?"

He stopped shouting and placed his face in his hands. Ginny didn't know what to do or what to say. She sat there watching Harry as she tried to process all of this new information.

"I'm scared," he said this quietly into his hands, it was a revelation even to himself. "I don't want to die." He looked at Ginny and she met his gaze. "I don't want anyone else that I love to die." She saw him starting to tear up. She held out her arms and he came to her, kneeling in the sand with his head resting in her lap as she embraced him.

"I don't want this power any more, I don't want this responsibility. I didn't ask for it and I want to give it back." He began to sob in earnest now, finally the wall he had put up to block his emotions fell, resulting in him feeling everything that had pent up over the past month at once.

Ginny didn't say anything but stroked his hair as she held him while he sobbed, her own silent tears falling right along with his. He cried for a long time, but Ginny realized he wasn't just crying for himself, but for his parents, for Sirius and for everyone else that Voldemort had harmed and for everyone he has yet to harm.

It was at least half an hour before Harry calmed down enough that she felt she could speak.

"Harry," she lifted his face so that he was looking at her and she gently wiped away his tears with her sleeve. "Are you okay?"

"It hurts so bad that I can barely breathe." Ginny looked into his eyes, all of his barriers were gone and she felt that if she looked long enough she would be able to see right down to his soul. "I just want to block it all out again."

"You can't do that Harry, you said it yourself, if you can't feel then you're not alive. I know you don't want this responsibility, but you have it and there is nothing we can do about that now. But you were given this power for a reason. Harry you are special, and I not talking about your natural Quidditch ability, or your innate talent for defense against the dark arts, although that certainly helps. Harry you are different, you are touched, and I'm not talking about this," her thumb brushed against his scar. "I'm talking about this," she placed her hand on his chest. "Harry your gift is your heart. You have an amazing capacity for love and compassion. And people respond to this and love you back. Harry if you block your ability to feel pain then you block your ability to feel love. So you cannot forget how to feel," these words were pouring out of her. She didn't know where they were coming from, but she knew they were right.

"There is a reason you always come out of situations the hero. That's why you were chosen to defeat Voldemort, that's what you have that he doesn't, the ability to love and be loved. You were chosen, because you can win."

"What if you're wrong? What if I can't? What if I fail?" These fears escaped him in a whisper.

Ginny stood up brought Harry with her. She looked at him squarely in the eyes and told him, "Harry James Potter, you are going to win because I believe in you."

Harry searched her face and found nothing but complete and utter sincerity. And in that moment, he believed her. He was so touched that he could do nothing but pull her into a hug. After a minute they broke apart and sat in silence on their respective swings. Both were lost in thought, both thinking of the event that had just transpired.

As it got dark Ginny realized that she should have been home hours ago and she jumped out of the swing. "I have to go home!"

Harry was startled out of his thoughts and also rose so he could walk her back to Mrs. Figg's, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, are you going to get in trouble? I'm sorry this is all my fault. You shouldn't have done this for me."

Ginny stopped in her tracks. "Harry, absolutely nothing could happen that would make me regret coming here today. I'm not sorry and you shouldn't be either. And don't worry about me getting in trouble," she smiled slyly, "I'll figure something out."

They had reached Mrs. Figg's and before Ginny stepped into the fire Harry called out to her.

"Ginny…Thank you." She stopped, turned and smiled. "Oh and if you wouldn't mind…"

"Don't worry nobody will know that I was here today or what we talked about, that was private and just between us." It was Harry's turn to smile at her. Right before she stepped into the fire she turned to say, home." And before his eyes she was gone.

Harry walked back to Number Four and was grateful not to run into anyone on the way upstairs. He lay in bed exhausted, both emotionally and physically from the day's events. His last thought before he feel asleep was Ginny saying that she believed in him. And with that he was asleep and he dreamt for the first time in over a month.

A/N Wow that was a long one, I hope you guys liked it! I know it was kinda angsty and that's not really my thing, but don't worry things start looking up next chapter. Please review and tell me what you like and dislike…and just a tidbit of information I read and review for anyone who reviews mine…Love Always

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REVISED 4/18/12