A/N Hello faithful readers, the few I probably haven't pissed off yet. I know that last chapter had a very strange ending and probably made some of you mad, but a lot of this story is myself put into a character. I have been hurt drunk and went seeking something to cover it up. And let me tell you booze has its ways of making you do things you normally wouldn't. Harry is going to have a lot of odd OC things happen to him so bear with me. As the top says it will be a H/G in the end as soon as the end gets there. So again JK owns HP and please enjoy

Slick101: I know it was completely weird and OC but This is a Harry Ginny fic and it will end there, and what may come in the future I do not know because a lot of it comes off the top of my head. Please bear with me and thank you.

Chapter 5: Life Goes On

A few weeks went by with not much avail. Harry had been busy fixing up his home and help Ron and Hermione move into their own home. He still hadn't heard anything about Ginny's wedding and neither Ron nor Hermione would comment on it. Ron had seemed to warm up a little to Harry but still talked very little personal stuff and refused to visit Harry at his own house. Potter Manor finally looked like Harry had hoped, brighter colors and a few muggle things here and there more for the fact that Sirius' mother would be turning in her grave. Harry decided he wasn't going to hide any longer from the inevitable. He sat down in a desk in a bedroom that he had turned into a study. He decided he would write Ginny his congratulations and see from there where he would go.

Dear Ginny

I must apologize for not contacting you earlier. I didn't know how I was going to go about it. I want you to have my congratulation for your wedding and I hope that you have a life full of love and happiness, something I could never have given you. I hope that this letter will reach you on good terms and know that I am always here for you to talk to if you so need me. I was a friend before everything we went through and I hope we can return to that. Enjoy life and please be happy

Here for you

Harry

Harry let Felix, his new owl, take the letter and leaned back in the writing chair. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had to let her go because he couldn't live on if he kept holding on, although he knew that he would always have a place in his heart for her and would never be able to fill that with anything or anyone. He shook his head as he took a walk through his house. He smiled at all the pictures he put up while decorating his room. He had a few from his trip around the world, and one importantly was a girl by the name of Sarah Jents. She was his first friend on his travels and they had kept contact most of the time. He had failed to respond to her letters when he arrived home and He was worried she was mad. She was a tall woman, with long shiny blonde hair and tan skin. Harry had met her on a beach in Florida and his first though of her was not in the head on his sholders. He was attracted to her personality later after that and they were inseperable since then. He decided that maybe it was time to contact her and maybe even see if she'd like to visit. Merlin knows he could use the distraction. He sat back in his study and grabbed another piece of parchment.

Hey brat

Sorry for taking so long to write, its been hectic here at home and a lot has changed. I have so much to tell you and was wondering if you would like to make a trip here and keep me company. Don't worry about money I have it covered and I'd like to introduce you to my friends. Let me know, if you can, my house is attached to the floo network and you call me via Potter Manor. Until I hear from you next

Your Dork

Harry smiled when he used the nicknames they gave each other during their time together. It was funny how they never were actually 'together' in the mean of romance. They complimented each other perfectly and they both enjoyed each others company. Harry just never had the courage to try the next step. He set the letter in a tray for Felix to pick up when he returned. Harry decided to cook him some more food.

Sarah sat down in her studio apartment in a magical part of Miami. She was about to get a cup of coffee when she heard the sound of an owl scratching at her window. She looked and didn't recognize it as anyone she knew. She opened up the window and the owl dropped a letter on her counter and landed on her shoulder.

"Since when do owls land on people's shoulders?" she asked is curiosly and it nipped at her ear. "Fine, I'll get you a treat." She laughed as she reached into a pot and pulled out an owl treat and fed it. It chirped which caused Sarah to laugh. "You are a strange owl indeed. I wonder who sent you." She said as the owl flew back out the window. Picking up the letter she read it through and a smile crossed her face. She closed her eyes as she remembered the fun times she had with Harry and had to laugh at how he had gotten his nickname. She went through her one room and looked at the fireplace. She truly wanted to contact him, but she was worried. It had been months since he was there or even contacted her.

"How could he forget me? Did his Ginny take him back that quickly?" She remembers the many stories of this Ginny and right away jealousy took over. She always was a jealous person and she was used to living with it. She had decided that she was not worthy to be with anyone because she would feel the impulse to control them. She shook her head and reached into the pile of floo powder and decided to call him. Worst comes to worst she just wish him a happy life and be done with it.

"Harry?" Sarah's head had appeared in the fireplace making Harry drop a pan of food he was getting ready to cook. "just as clumsy as ever I see." She laughed as he appeared in the room.

"Brat how are you? I see you got my letter." He smiled as he took the seat in front of the fireplace and smiled as Felix took his perch on his shoulder.

"That bird of yours almost bit my ear off I hope you know." She laughed as she watched him pet the bird just under the beak. She shook her head.

"So are you coming over or what? Like I told you I want you to meet your friends." He smiled at her knowing she couldn't resist his smile and knew from the moment her head popped out she missed him.

"You know how much I hate traveling and it is cold up there. I don't want to interrupt you and your Ginny" She said trying hard not to blush at the thought of what she could be interrupting.

"Well Ginny and I aren't talking." Harry said as he looked away from the fireplace and made Sarah feel a great amount of guilt.

"Fine, I am coming …" Harry started to laugh at her comment. "Oh shut up, I have corrupted you too much. I'll be over soon, don't worry." She pulled her head back through the fireplace and looked around her room. She didn't know how she was but she knew he needed him and she couldn't leave a needing friend. She called one of her friends in the American Ministry and called in a favor.

Ginny woke up to that same strange owl rapping on her window. Looking in the window she noticed it was not an owl she recognized and it was strange for this bird not to just drop the mail off and leave. She opened the window and the owl dropped the letter off and landed on her bare shoulder.

"Ouch you crazy bird get off." She yelled and swatted it away to no avail. Finally she rubbed its head and it flew off. "That bird has some major issues. I wonder who would own such a crazy bird." As soon as she picked up the letter she knew, and tears started running down her face. She was not ready to hear from him, and was never ready to hear the words that came with that letter. He thought she gave up on him and it was because she was too scared. She couldn't stop the tears from falling now and she fell onto her bed. She wanted to run to Harry, hold him and tell him she was sorry for being mad, sorry for leaving him. She couldn't do that though. She had a life to live and holding onto to something so weak and unsure would surely break her. She sat and cried well into the night, refusing to eat or even see the light of day. She had started thousands of letters and yet none sounded right, wet blotched from where her tears left their marks in the ink. She gave up as soon as the moon shone into the window. Slowly sleep took over her body and she slept, tears still flooding down her face.