A/N Hi guys here's the next chapter. Thank you to those who reviewed please keep them coming.

Big thanks to my beta RubyGloom15a.

Chapter - Two

Harry sat on the floor in the Owlery, at the top of Hogwarts Castle's West Tower. With Hedwig perched on his knee, tears were running down his cheeks and for once he let them. His messy black hair fell into his eyes, and he trembled from the emotional and physical pain he was feeling.

The Owlery was a circular stone room, rather cold and drafty, because none of the windows had glass in them. The lack of glass in the windows allowed the owls to come and go freely. The floor was entirely covered in straw, owl droppings, and the regurgitated skeletons of mice and voles, many owls nestled here on perches that rose right up to the top of the tower.

Harry didn't care about the state of the floor, nor did he feel the draft that come from the glassless windows. He just felt numb, and didn't know what to think. He had been tricked into thinking that his godfather was in danger only to find out he had never been where Harry had thought he was. Now because of that trick his godfather was dead and his friends blamed him for it. He blamed himself but it hurt more knowing that they blamed him too.

He had also found out the reason that Voldemort kept coming after him, the words of the prophecy kept replaying in his mind. How was he, a mere boy suppose to defeat the most evil wizard currently roaming their world. What was this 'power he knows not' supposed to be? He had no powers, he was an average wizard for his age, maybe he had a bit of a talent in his defence classes but that was about it.

Then there was the headmaster, he couldn't rein in his anger at the headmaster. The man he had looked up to like a grandfather figure. The man who was considered to be the greatest wizard of their age. This man had lied to Harry, kept secrets from him, secrets that if he had shared could have prevented his godfather from dying. Then Harry found out that the headmaster had known all about his life with the Dursley's-the way they have treated him and the things they have done to him.

And what did the old man say? That it was for the best. That it was in Harry's best interest that he stayed there. Even knowing what they do to him, Albus bloody Dumbledore thought it was best for Harry to return there. Then the old goat had tried to say that he wanted Harry to forgive him for the mistakes he had made. That he was just an old man who cared too much.

CARED TOO MUCH! You don't keep secrets like the headmaster was keeping from people you care about. You don't send a boy back to a family that beat, starve and abuse him if you care about said boy. No, Harry wasn't sure of a lot of things at the moment, but he was very sure that the headmaster did not care for him.

The headmaster had also said that Harry's power was his ability to love. LOVE? Was the man insane? Harry didn't even know what love was. The only person he could honestly say he might have loved was Sirius. How was he suppose to use something like love as his power when he had no understanding of it?

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Harry angrily swiped at his tear-stained face. He looked up as the shadow of someone fell over him. Staring back at him was the same chocolate-brown eyes that he had seen many times in his dreams. They were the eyes of Ginny Weasley.

Without a word she moved from in front of him to sit next to him. Leaning over she stroked Hedwig and tried to ignore Harry's flinch at the movement. After a while she pulled her hand away bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She lent her cheek on her knees and looked at Harry. "Don't listen to what Hermione said." she whispered although her voice carried in the quiet Owlery.

"But she was right. It is all my fault." Harry replied also in a whisper.

"No she wasn't. Don't argue with me Harry." Ginny replied at a more normal volume. "We all made our own choice to follow you, and you went because you thought someone you loved was in danger. I don't blame you for what happened, and I would follow you again any time you asked me to."

Harry didn't reply he just sat there staring at his owl as he gently ran his fingers through her feathers. After a while he spoke. "It doesn't matter anymore. The headmaster told me some things this evening. The things he told me meant I need to put some distance between me and my friends. It's not safe for people to be around me." he said in a quiet defeated tone.

"Don't be silly Harry, you need your friends around you. And you can try to push us away, but I for one will not let you. And I'm telling you now, the more you try to push me away, the more I will fight you." Ginny said stubbornly.

If Harry could have managed it, he would have smiled. Ginny was stubborn. It was one of the things he liked about her, she always fought for what she thought was right. She was determined and fiery. And her temper put her brothers to shame.

"You don't understand." Harry replied.

"Then make me Harry. Tell me why you feel that you have to face everything on your own. Tell me why you want to push us away. Godric, Harry we only just started being friends, I'm not ready to give that friendship up yet." Ginny begged.

"I was always your friend Ginny. I just wasn't a very good one." Harry replied quietly. "And I can't tell you."

He wish he could have. It would have been nice to have one person know what had happened in the headmaster's office. To know what he had learned so he didn't have to bear the burden on his own. But he couldn't, he couldn't put her in danger like that.

"Won't Harry. You won't tell me. There is a difference." Ginny huffed.

"I know there is a difference, and I still mean can't." Harry said trying to stay calm, he didn't want to lose his temper, but he was having so much difficulty trying to control it at the moment. Especially at Ginny, who had just stood up for him against those who he had considered his best friends for the past five years.

Ginny sat there for a while, she didn't want to push Harry. Especially in the state he was in at the moment. But she didn't want him to feel like he had to face everything on his own. She couldn't believe the things her brother and Hermione had said before, but she wanted him to know that she didn't feel that way, and that she would stand by him though anything.

She couldn't understand what the headmaster could have told him, that would make Harry feel that he needed to distance himself from his friends.

She didn't trust the headmaster and hadn't since her first year. The things Harry had been through since he had started at this school just didn't make sense to her. It always seemed to much of a coincidence that these things always happened to Harry.

Then something clicked in her head. The prophecy, it had to be about the prophecy. She had seen the label that was attached to the spherical object used to record a prophecy. It had read 'S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D' then on the next line it had read 'Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter'. She wasn't sure who S.P.T was but she knew A.P.W.B.D was the headmaster. And with Harry and Voldemort both on it, that could only mean it had to be Harry. Harry had to be the one to beat him.