Harry dragged himself out of bed, grabbing his glasses Harry looked around the room, today is the day it becomes official, today he would be clearing her flat. Putting his clothes on, Harry walked down the stairs and asked Kreacher to make him toast. Half an hour later Harry walked out the door and apperated away.

Ginny's flat was too familiar for him, he had spend many days ( and nights) here with her but after this he would never step foot in a place that made him so happy again. The flat was filled with several Weasleys and a granger when he walked through the door all discussing various things Harry couldn't hear, he was greeted by a tearful Hermione

"Harry" Hermione whispered pulling him into a hug "Are you ok" Harry nodded at Hermione pulled away, today would difficult for all of the living room was a difficult task, he had to place things that he had seen so many times during his stay into boxes where they would be sorted out what to do with them. Hermione and Ron were clearing her bedroom, Mrs Weasley and George took the kitchen, Bill the bathroom, and him and Mr. Weasley the living room. Transfiguring the Coffee table into a smaller size, He picked it up and placed it in a boxed titled "Furniture". Harry looked up to see that the last things left in the living room, a group of photos, standing up Harry looked down at the Photos all nicely kept in their pine frames, clenching a very delicate photo of Harry and Ginny smiling and laughing on the beach outside shell cottage, Harry smirked he remembered that day well, it was the day that Fleur announced she was pregnant and a month before Ginny disappeared, the memory didn't seem so plesent to Harry now, that baby will grow up without an auntie Ginny to play quiddich with or bake cakes with, reality hit him like a truck.

"Are you sure you're ok, Harry" he turned around to see Mr. Weasley placing a pile of books into a box "Yeah i'm fine" Harry lied, he was not fine at all, every photo, every book, every broomstick just reminded him of her, her ginger hair flying behind her as she flew, her caramel eyes glistening in the sun, everything about her was perfect and it pained Harry to know that she was no more.

"Go home" Mr Weasley instructed. Harry tried to protest but Mr Weasley threatened to hex him so he sulked off home.

x

Harrys hands were shaking as he opened turned the brass doorknob, the heat of house welcomed him as he walked into the old stone kichen of Grimmauld place, turning on the kettle, Harry sat down. The silience was unbearable usually Ginny would alway be at his house humming to the wireless. Making himself a cup of coffee, Harry grabbed it and walked into the living room

SMASH

Harry looked down, his cup of coffee layed on the floor, smashed, the milky coffee running across the floor. Harry didn't care, sitting down on the sofa, Harry put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, he felt as though his world was crumbling before his very eyes, then suddenly something snapped inside of him.

Chucking his paperwork across the room in anger where it was promptly soaked by his lukewarm coffee, storming over towards a chest of drawers, Harry grabbed a lamp and chucked it in at the wall causing a slight dent in it. He swept his hand across a pile of photos, smashing them all onto the floor creating a gory cut in his arm in the process , the shatters echoed through his house. Harry was on a violent barrage of his house, ripping a holyhead poster of the wall,pounding across up back towards the kitchen, knocking a desk onto the floor, the contants flying out onto the floor. Pulling a chair down onto the floor, Harry walked over to the counter grabbing the kettle, Harry crashed the kettle onto the floor, any spare water in it spilled onto the tile floor. Grabbing his wand, Harry held it in both hands fully prepared to snap it.

"Expelliarmus" a voice shouted, Harry turned to face a flushtered room was a mess, items of furniture were destroyed, posters were ripped of the wall and items were scattered across the house.

"Harry" Ron said softly not breaking eye contact with him, Harrys eyes started watering then he broke down into tears. Ron walked over towards him, being careful to avoid any broken glass.

"It's okay" Ron said, but he knew immediately that this was a mistake.

"ITS NOT OKAY" Harry screamed looking at his friend, And storming over towards the door.

"calm down, Harry don't do anything stupid" Ron said quietly, but he was drowned out by Harrys constent shouting, grabbing his wand out of his back pocket, Ron locked the door

"OPEN THIS DOOR" Harry shouted turning to face him, his emerald eyes still watering.

"No" Ron said his voice raising "talk to me, please" he begged

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK" Harry said still pacing across tbe kitchen

"sit down" Harry said picking up a chair that was lying on the floor, motioning him to sit down.

Reluctantly Harry sat down avoiding Rons eye.

"I can't do this anymore" Harry said looking over towards a photo that was still hanging on the wall.

Ron conjured up a first aid kit and wrapped a bandage around his arm that was deeply cut. Collecting up the paperwork on the floor, which was completely ruined and soaked through, most of thr other stuff was repairable though.

Ron stayed for another 3 hours helping him clear up the mess he had made. Harry had practically refused to let Kreacher clear up, who was hiding in the cupboard during the events.

Afterwards Ron reluctantly flooed home.

Ron

"Where have you been" Hermione practically screached, giving her boyfriend a death stare.

"We need to talk about Harry" Ron said sighing sitting down onto the comfy sofa, a worried looking Hermione sat down next to him.

"whats wrong, what's happened" Hermione questioned

"He trashed his place, he nearly snapped his wand" Ron shook his head.

"What did you do" Hermione pressed on

"I tried to calm him down but he just started shouting"

"Tell me every detail from the start,Ron" Hermione asked

Ron told him about how the place was trashed, about his paperwork, about his cut across his arm including every little detail he remembered. Hermione listened to him carefully, taking in every little detail into account.

" I'll talk to him tomorrow" she said sighing as she kissed Ron and walked upstairs to bed.