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"Harry freaking Potter! Where have you been?" Ginny screeched.

"Hiding from the freak show of a wizard world!" He yelled back. "And I was doing a fine job until you hunted me down!"

"Well, I thought it was my responsibility to hunt down my missing boyfriend! We have all been worried sick! And how could you forget about me?"

"I was going to propose to my girlfriend tonight…"

"Harry I-don't-know-your-middle-name Potter!" she yelled, now turning red. "Oh, I bet you've shacked up with her and everything! I bet she even knew! Harry, do you have any idea what you're doing? I bet you don't. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry!"

Ginny started crying. She was obviously wearing makeup, because now it was streaming down her face. Harry couldn't stand women; they were so emotional and unstable. He enjoyed Cynthia because she didn't quite have that emotional problem that all girls seemed to possess.

"Ginny, calm down. I'm just… living in the muggle world."

"Harry, that's terrible! How could you just agree with everything you've resented your whole life?"

"I can do it so I'm not living like a zoo animal."

"Harry, you aren't a zoo animal!"

"Well I was sure being hunted down like one!"

There was since between them. Harry stood up and left Ginny in the living room. He walked upstairs and unlocked a very tightly locked drawer. Inside was a stick made of holly and a core of phoenix feather. The stick's sister had been owned by the most feared wizard of the century. This seeming ordinary stick was actually quite extraordinary.

Harry grabbed the stick, marched back down the stairs and into the living room where Ginny stood, wand ready.

"So you didn't get rid of your wand!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry yelled, disarming Ginny.

Her wand skittered away.

"Harry Potter…"

"Don't Harry Potter me! I am my own person! Ginny, you need to leave. Now."

"Harry, you can't do this…"

"Yes I can!" he yelled shoving her out the door. He then bolted it and cast a ward. No matter how anti-magic he was, he wasn't letting any other people Apparate into his house

Ginny had dropped the broom on the floor. It was now his. He picked it up and locked it in the cupboard under the stairs, where he currently hid all of his problems.