He was there again; in the same place where he had first asked her out. He came there for inspiration and to try to fin the courage to ask her to marry him. Ginny is a fiery woman with more spunk than most men could handle, but then again, harry wasn't most men. He knew that if he asked her it would have to be special or she would never accept it even though he knew that she loved him. This would have to be big.
Strolling down the walk, he hummed his favorite tune thinking of all the time they'd shared together. They'd been dating for nearly three years now and next Tuesday was their anniversary. Ginny was so excited and Harry had the perfect ring. It was identical to that of his mother's. Ginny Weasly (soon to be Ginny Potter) was going to love it. Harry was picturing the look on her face when he saw a couple on a park bench kissing and showing affection. He looked away politely and had nearly passed them when he did a double take.
"Ginny?" Harry was astonished. The ginger-haired vixen looked up, surprised but not ashamed.
"Hello darling," she said, "I thought you were going to go Christmas shopping today."
"I thought you were going to go visit your mother!" Harry was near tears. She was still wrapped in the strangers arms. As he turned around, Harry looked into his face in disgust, "Victor? Victor Krum? Are you serious Ginny? What the hell does this guy have that I don't?" She merely shrugged her shoulders.
"He's interesting. You used to be interesting. That was when you were 'The Boy Who Lived'," Harry cringed at this. He hadn't heard that phrase in so long, "It's the reason I fell in love with you I the first place. You were exciting and famous and different. You're not that boy, though. That chapter of your life is all over now. You're nothing anymore and honestly, you bore me." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Harry took the prized ring out of his pocket. He quickly examined it, let a single tear escape, and as it rolled down the contours of his face he knelt to the freezing ground. Ginny gave him a look that said 'are you seriously that stupid?' She opened her mouth to speak and as she did so, Harry carefully set the ring on the ground. Ginny closed her mouth in astonishment; clearly this is not what she had expected. He stood up and gave her one last look that said so much. "I love you. I'll forgive you. I'll take you back. Please don't leave me." He turned around and didn't look back. Harry took two more steps and with a small pop he was gone.
Back at his and Ginny's small villa everything that had belonged to her when they moved in was gone. He knew that meant that she was gone and gone for good. He couldn't bear to look at the pictures, furniture, and decorations they had gotten together and with a swish of his wand, everything was gone.
~*~
"Harry! Harry! Wake up we're late! We have to go! HARRY!" It was only a dream. Just the same dream again and again and again. Unfortunately for me it's not a dream, it's a memory. Harry thought as he woke up to Hermione's shrill voice in a panic because they were late for being early. "Harry!" Would her shrill tone never quiet?
"I'm coming Hermione. Would you try and relax a little? Just this once?"
"Harry, I know you've never flown in a plane or been to the airport but you should know that all airlines suggest you get to the airport two hours prior to your departure time. This way you can check in and blah blah blah blah blah…" well that's what it sounded like to Harry at least.
"Where's Ron?" Harry interrupted.
Hermione was clearly annoyed, "If you must know he's packing the car."
"He got up before I did? That's a laugh."
"Harry, Ronald is sweet and would do anything for me. And he definitely knows when we have to go! Now move it."
Harry got off the couch and went to take a shower and brush his teeth. He packed the last of his things and went outside to put his things in the car.
"Thank you so much Ron, you're such a great help," Hermione told him as she kissed him lightly on the cheek. She turned and looked at Harry she looked annoyed but slightly relieved. "There you are Harry. Finally we can leave. I'm going to go lock up the apartment. Keys," she demanded. Harry tossed them to her. As she walked by Harry turned and made a rather rude gesture in her direction.
"Harry, come on man. Was that really necessary?" Ron said as he leaned against the car.
"Hey Ron, I've got two words for you. Pussy. Whipped," and with that he threw his duffle bag to him.
"Oh I got your pussy whipped right here," Ron said as he threw Harry's bag to the ground, pulled out his wand and zapped him with an easy charm that knocked him to the ground.
"So that's how it's going to be?" Harry laughed and shot a more complicated spell at him that turned his head 360 degrees around.
Hermione then came out of the apartment door and gasped, "This is a residential area full of muggles," the boys looked up, "Have you both really lost your minds?"
"Okay, no magic then," Harry said with a smirk. He turned around and tackled Ron to the ground. They were wrestling when Hermione came up and hit them both in the head.
"Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm a babysitter for you boys. Let's go."
With that they left for the airport. The ride there was uneventful. They listened to muggle songs and didn't find them too appalling. They got to the airport and thankfully the wands passed through security without question. The plane ride was long, but soon enough they had landed in New York City.