A/N:- Hey guys! as promised the next chapter! It is set the same day as the previous chapter following on from when it left off! Hope you enjoy, please read and review!
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Harry stayed and assisted Hermione as much as he could as she prepared breakfast. At the first sound of movement from above he set about making the table. The first person to emerge was Ron, who made his way into the kitchen to begin his daily routine of doing as much as possible without uttering a word to anybody, whist wearing a practised blank expression on his face. As he finished the table, Harry realised this was one of the few time he had been in the company of just Ron and Hermione. They had spent so long being trapped together that once they returned to the Burrow they had hardly spent anytime together, he realised with a pang of guilt that he missed them.

He had been so wrapped up in his own thought and trying to figure out a way to get back with Ginny, that the change in Ron's behaviour suddenly hit Harry. He had watched him every morning, attempting to achieve his routine he had planed for the day. When ever they had time together to talk, whatever Harry said never received the same response Ron used to give him. Harry felt guilty, he had gone to Hermione for help in his relationship but yet he couldn't return the favour simply because he had not idea how to help his best friend. He saw the hurt and sheer desperation in Hermione's eye whenever he shrugged her off or refused to commit to an argument with her. He would see the worry in her face every time she mentioned his name, reminding Harry of the time Ron had left them in the Horcrux hunt. Harry felt stuck.

Slowly people began to make their way down the stairs and the table soon filled up with the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione. Everyone's sprits seemed to be somewhat slightly brighter, all apart from two particular people.

Once breakfast was over, Mr Weasley, Bill and a reluctant Percy headed for the Ministry to begin the clear up. George and Charlie decided to go for a morning fly before going to see the state the shop, which left Mrs Weasley, who claimed she had been lacking her household duties for far to long, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione at the Burrow.

"Harry, do you want to take a walk?"

He nodded at Ginny and both made their way outside to the tire swing Ron had occupied the previous night.

"Ron and Hermione were pretty tense" said Ginny, who wanted to break the somewhat awkward silence that had fallen between them.

"She's worried about him. They are hardly spoken since the battle. You seen what he has been like since the day we met Luna and Neville in Hogwarts. He is pushing her out."

"I know she was telling me last night. The only thing I could suggest to her was to talk to him. I feel bad, at the time I was only really worrying about my problems, I kind of pushed hers aside. I didn't realise until I saw them this morning just how bad it is."

"Ginny, he won't even argue with her, every time she tries to bring something up, to evoke a reaction out of him. Nothing, he either sits there or walks off."

"Wow that is bad. Do you think they will sort it out?"

"Gin, its Ron and Hermione, no matter how bad it gets, they usually pull through."

Silence fell between them again. Both wanting to bring up the unfinished subject of last nights conversation.

"You never did finish telling me what the other two Horcruxes were. There was the Ring, the Locket, the Diadem, Cup and the snake, that makes five and if I remember correctly you said there seven, am I right so far?" when Harry nodded she carried on "and once you destroy all the Horcruxes you could then kill Voldemort himself?" again he nodded, surprised at the amount she had remembered. He steadied himself, fighting the nagging feeling that was still niggling away at his conscious. She seemed to notice his struggle, for she remained silent allowing him to build up his courage.

"Gin, do you remember the diary you had from your first year at school?"

She gave an involuntary shiver, she didn't expect his question, nor did he wait for an answer.

"It was one of his Horcruxes."

"And the last?"

"Me. I was the final, unplanned Horcrux."

Ginny turned pale, stuttering her comprehension; she managed to choke out one word:

"How"

"When Voldemort killed my parents and attempted to kill me, he ended up, accidently making me a Horcrux. He didn't even know he had done it. It explained the weird connection between our minds, the dreams and how I could talk to snakes."

"When did you find out? How is He dead and you still sitting here when you have to destroy Horcruxes?"

"I found out the night of the battle. Before he died Snape gave me his memories. Do you remember when Hagrid carried me out of the forest?"

She only nodded in response, not trusting her voice. Picturing the night of the battle in his mind.

"I had to die, for Voldemort to die. I went in the forest and allowed him to fire the killing curse."

Ginny still was trying to understand, thousands of questions spinning around her head, yet she remained quiet.

"I died. Sort off. He killed the part of his soul that was attached to me. When it happened I ended up in a white room. Dumbledore was there, he explained everything to me, and then gave me a choice, whether I wanted to say there, be with my parents or to comeback and finish what I started."

"But then Voldemort would have realised you were alive"

"No, when he hit me with the curse Voldemort collapsed, it went wrong for him, he had killed apart of himself. By the time I realised where I was and what was happening he sent Narcissa Malfoy to check if I was dead." This time Ginny took an auditory sharp breathe.

"She felt my heart beating, and asked if Draco was alive and whether he was at the castle. When I confirmed that he was, she told Voldemort that I was dead. Then you know the rest"

She sat there stunned, staring across the garden to the house gathering her thoughts and processing the information.

"When I saw Hagrid bring you out of the forest, I couldn't think straight. It hurt more than when you left without saying a word. And so soon after Fred."

"Gin, I'm sorry, sorry for leaving you, sorry for not telling you anything. Sorry for telling you this now, maybe we should just…"

"No, Harry. You promised you would tell me. Do you not trust me?"

"Of course I do, but this isn't about trust Ginny. I just feel like I am tainting you by telling you all of this. The whole year was horrible Ginny and I hate telling you, simply because it is reliving something I would quite like to forget. In a way I am glad you weren't there, that you were somewhat protected, something I still want to do."

"So you not wanting to tell me is about protecting me?"

"Yes" he answered.

"Look Harry. I am fed up of being protected; I have six….five brothers for crying out loud. I am a big girl I can handle whatever you tell me."

"Ginny"

"Let me finish. You, Ron and Hermione are the masters of secrecy. I know you three don't do it on purpose but I always left out, even when I was with you, you all talk in code." She paused; she seemed to be gathering her thoughts together. "I can see that last year has affected you all. That you all have new scares; physical ones as well as psychological ones, but don't you think that telling me will help? If you want us to be together, having secrets isn't going to make it work. To be honest with you, there is one part of me that wants to know simply because I am in the know, by knowing I am somehow included in you three, but I also want to help you as well."

Harry could see her point; he knew she was also right; they could start a new relationship when there were important, unsaid issues between them. He had left her for nearly year without a single explanation. Now she needed the truth, even if it was him who had to tell her.

"Your right Gin, I'm sorry but can I tell this slowly; not everyday, and I can't tell it all in one go."

She nodded knowing it was all she was going to get from him.

"Want to play some Quidditch? We can get Ron and Hermione to play as well"

Appreciating the change in subject and having something physical to do Harry agreed and they set of for the house to grab Ron and Hermione.