Well, look who's standing up for themselves. Harry seems upset...

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~DB


Ginny Weasley was walking away from Harry's house. Her wand and broom were still inside his house. Mum was going to kill her.

She turned around and knocked on the door.

"Go away." He said.

"Can I have my wand and broom back?"

"You can have your wand back."

"Why not my broom?"

"That's my business."

"That broom is my Galleons."

"Don't even go there."

"I will go there, Mr. Potter."

"Ms. Weasley," he said as he slipped the wand under the door. "Please leave, or I will have the call the police."

"Harry, you know I can Apparate out of here faster than those numbskull Muggles could drive here."

"Ginny, just-get out."

"Harry, I still have feelings for you."

"Well, I don't."

"Harry Potter!" she yelled.

"Ginny Weasley!" he yelled.

"I can't believe you!"

"I can't believe you'd think I'd come back so easily!"

Grey clouds started covering the sky. Ginny was not moving. She was going to get Harry out of the house, even if she had to pry his cold, lifeless body from it.

"Harry, get your sorry butt out of this house, or so help me I'll break into the house and drag you out myself."

"Just try and get in."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, I'm telling you that you can't break into my house."

Ginny started chanting words and Harry pulled out his cell phone. He dialed 911.

"Hello what is the emergency?" the operator asked.

"There is an insane girl trying to break into my house."

"Address?"

"119 Sinclair way, Oaksford PA."

"Thank you."

She hung up and within minutes there were screaming sirens coming towards his house. Ginny was in the middle of the incantation, so she couldn't just Apparate away.

"You! Put your hands up and put down the knife!"

"STUPEFY!" Ginny yelled a couple times.

But the Muggles dodged the sparks and grabbed Ginny, pinning her hands behind her head. She dropped her wand on the porch and no one seemed to notice.

The police knocked on the door. "Mr. Potter, are you in there?"

Harry was curled up in fetal position on the couch. He had just sent his girlfriend to Muggle prison. What was worse was that she happened to be his best friend's little sister.

He remained silent as he Apparated up the steps and into his room. He grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed some clothes in it. Then he grabbed his wand and unlocked the cupboard under the stairs.

And he grabbed the broom, and just as the police broke down the door, he kicked off from his backyard.