A/N Hey everyone I'm back! I know it's been months and I'm very, very sorry. I didn't waste those months, instead I was really busy with my life and managed to find beta!

Beta: Huff The Puff. Huff is an amazing beta because anyone who could take this chapter and turn it into something that's worth reading is awesome in my book!

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anything but the plot.

I was sitting on the fresh, dewy grass basking in the warm glorious sunlight that I hadn't seen in months. I listened to Harry's heroic, gory story. Soaking in every word that rolled off of his tongue and poured out of his perfect mouth.

It was as if I was actually standing next to him, he told it so well despite the story being the most horrific I'd heard. I felt a part of me shatter into millions of tiny pieces every time he explained how he developed another menacing scar that was added to his significant collection.

"Harry," Now that he had finished his very prolonged story. "What kept you going through all of this pain and hardships? I mean besides for doing the greater good and being a noble prat. " I smirked at the last part.

"You." He stated bluntly. It was the plainest answer he could give yet his most elaborate and it truly perplexed me.

"Why me?" I didn't quite understand why it was me. I mean me did date in my fifth year, and we even shared that kiss in the burrow… but that was it! Was it?

"It was you because I never stopped loving you. It was you because you're something I could return to, something that made me feel like a normal person and comfortable with when I'm around you." He said this and stared off absent mindedly as if what he said was something you would say every day.

I leaned into his side and he knew precisely what I wanted to say. No words were needed. It was nice to this golden serenity. Just me and him. I began to feel warm and fuzzy inside at this moment, just as I did before, and it caused something expected.

"Harry, I love you." I rushed out without warning. I felt my checks heat up and turn red rapidly.

He craned his neck and looked at me adoringly and for a split second I thought I saw a flare of pain in his emerald green orbs as he replied dotingly, " I love you, Ginny Weasley."

After laying here for minutes maybe hours of mulling over what had happened, I had to break the silence and peace. We had to go eventually or we would just stay out here in this slice of heaven for eternity. Plus my brothers might become very suspicious and come investigate: interrogating us like it's a crime.

"Harry we need to get back before they come looking." As much as I wanted to delay having to leave it's better to face my overly protective brothers sooner rather than later.

He stood up and snaked his arm around my waist trying to conceal a wince as he did this. We proceeded to walk up towards the gloomy castle that appeared to be much brighter at the moment.

"Harry now you do realize that my brothers will question you and possibly threaten and injure you even more so than you all ready are, right?" I looked at him as I said this.

"Well either way I don't care. Your mine and I'm yours." He smiled at the latter and seemed to have this happy aurora about him.

We strolled up to the great hall when I stopped. I couldn't just parade in there like some scarlet woman wrapped around Harry like this. I had to think about how to approach them.

I decided to put on a brave face and hope things work out for the better. I mean honestly what were my brothers going to after everything that had already happened?

"Harry are you ready to be bombarded with questions from the people of the wizarding world?" I said playfully as Harry's face fell into a grimace.

"Yea sure I am. I'm ready to take them." He replied sarcastically.

We walked slowly through what remained of the great oak doors and into the vast great hall. I halted briefly trying to comprehend everything that was going on before starting towards my family.

Holding on to Harry's hand gave me more courage. Knowing I had somebody there. Knowing I wasn't alone in this fight for approval.

People would judge us like a trial. They would claim I'm no good or that Harry is pitying me and my family, but what do they know? Nothing at all because if they think that then they obviously can't see how much we love each other.

To me judging is like seeing something and whatever immediately comes to mind is how you that object or person until you really see what's actually there underneath it all. Sadly, most people don't get to see what's really underneath. They look at it, label it and then never change it.

As we stood there people began to take notice of Harry, their savior. They began to stand and crowd around us.

"Ginny! Harry!" My affectionate mother ran up towards us and crushed us in one of her hugs.

She took a step back and began to examine Harry's scars that you could see on his face arms. She gave him a once over and then began to speculate on what would have to be done to restore Harry to decent health.

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"Harry you look so thin and frail. Sit down and eat." That was order and Harry and I knew that he had better follow it.

Once Harry's plate had filled he sat down and began to eat.

"Now Ginny," My mother had turned to me. " Go fetch Madam Pomfrey."

"Okay."

I walked off and eventually found Madam Pomfrey through the crowds of mourning, injured families. "Miss Weasley it seems as that you have found Mister Potter. Now once he eats send him straight over to me no ifs, ands, or buts." At that she stalked off in pursuit of her nest patient. They would probably be willing to let her heal them but getting Harry over their was going to give torture.

Yes Ma'am." I called to her and I almost felt like saluting but that would have been something George or … Fred would have done.

Fred. That opened a new, fresh, deep horrifying wound. I would never be able to fully close that would but hopefully it will start to heal somewhat as time marched on.

I meandered my way back to Harry and sat myself right in front of him and began talking to him as best as I could while trying to push my… dead brother… to the back off my mind, " Harry, Madam Pomfrey needs you once you're done eating."

"No I'm fine and I don't need to be looked over ."

"Harry you have to go no if, ands or buts." I recited the words Madam Promfrey had told me, just as firmly as she'd said them.

"No, Ginny, really I'm fine. I'm not bleeding and I can stand just fine" He tried reasoning with me but that's not going work this time.

"Harry you are going and that's final. I'm not just going to sit here and listen to say your fine over and over again."

I saw defeat flash in his eyes like lightning. He knew I had won this battle because he began to eat much slower, taking longer bites and smaller mouthfuls. He Probably thought he was going to delay being examined. Fat chance.

"Harry you can't put this off forever! You have to go!" I was about to drag him to her. I swear, this boy got on my nerves sometimes. Far too stubborn for his own good.

"Mr. Potter please come with me." Madam Pomfrey had appeared out of nowhere in attempt to drag Harry away before he escaped.

"Harry you have to go!" I paused and walked up to him and whispered into his ear. "Go you need to be looked at so I can wrap my arms around you more often."

That seemed to convince him. He was more then happy to be examined. I'm glad I could use my special charms on Harry because I hated to see him in pain, and secondly I can get him to give in a lot easier and not be as stubborn.

"Mr. Potter am I going to have to drag you to the hospital wing kicking and screaming or are you going to come of your own free will?" Madam Pomfrey seemed to be slightly annoyed by this point.

Harry turned and began to slowly follow the matron towards the great oak doors and out to the Hospital for his complete inspection of his injuries and scars. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many that had to be taken care of.

I couldn't continue to stand here like some idiot so I wondered over to my family, who were gathered at the end of the Gryffindor table. I noticed how my brothers seemed to be watching me walk over to them like hawks. Even George had managed to pull it together and was giving me a death stare.

"Ginny, did Harry go with Madam Pomfrey when he left?" Mum was still strung out and needed some piece of mind to help her from completely falling to pieces over Fred.

"Yes. I thought I was going to have to hex him out there. He finally just went: he didn't seem to thrilled about it though," I explained as I sat down next to Bill.

"Well at least he went freely," Ron said, smilingly feebly. " Takes a lot of convincing and pleading with him just to go to the Hospital Wing …."

I smiled at him but it quickly flattened, the muscles in my jaw hadn't smiled for so long it felt uncomfortable.

For once it felt good to smile again about anything really but it would never conquer the depression deep inside of me. Nothing would be able to completely chase it all away not even Harry. He would be able to make me feel better for awhile but after so long we would both probably succumb to it all.

He would always carry around that hidden pain and miserable secrets that would forever haunt him. I now finally understood it all. It was his life's terrible fate that he was condemned to but I was going to make sure it ended hear and never returned. And if ever decided to show its ugly face again? We would face it together.

A/N So there's the end of chapter two! Be ready for chapter three. I have no idea I'm going to post it due to the fact I'm busy every other week from now to the end of July. don't forget to review! Thanks hope to see your review!