Can you forgive me again?

I don't know what I said

But I didn't mean to hurt you

I heard the words come out

I felt that I would die

It hurt so much to hurt you

Then you look at me

You're not shouting anymore

You're silently broken

I'd give anything now

to kill those words for you

Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."

But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.

'Cause you were made for me

Somehow I'll make you see

How happy you make me

I can't live this life

Without you by my side

I need you to survive

So stay with me

You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.

And you forgive me again

You're my one true friend

And I never meant to hurt you

Based on the song "Forgive Me" by Evanescence and characters by J. K. Rowling

Away From Me

Chapter 9

I awoke in my bed the next morning, stark naked except for Tom's cloak. I was thoroughly depressed by the events of last night and would have stayed in bed, skipping all my classes, if it were not for hearing Ron's screams coming from the common room.

"Why the fuck does Ginny have THAT?" I heard him scream.

I hurriedly got dressed, failing to notice that my trunk had been searched through, everything in disarray. I through on my skirt, buttoned my blouse and, with only one shoe on, ran out to see what Ron was having a fit over.

As I peared over the railing, I saw Tom's diary in his hands. Hermione was slumped over on the floor, head in hands, shaking. Harry was pacing the room, trying to calm Ron, but stopped when he saw me.

"Ginny," Harry said weakly, "would you come down here?"

When I had decended the staircase, I saw Ron trying to rip the pages from the book, his face turning a frightening shade of red.

I sighed watching Ron's futile attempts at ruining the diary. He was the only one moving in the entire room, yet all eyes were focused on me. I felt as I had when Dumbledore told my parents that I was cutting myself.

He had them seated in his office when I came in. Father turned his head to look at me, but his eyes never met mine. They were focused on my arms. Mother didn't even bother to look at me. I sat myself in the chair between the two and didn't speak to either of them. No one said anything for a good long time, they didn't have to. I was the one who was supposed to say something, supposed to give them a reason. I just couldn't find the words.

I focused my attention on Ron, his face now turning purple. If it were not for the book he was holding, I would have found his expression quite comical. Even the tips of his ears were turning purple.

After a few more wasted tries at tearing out the pages, he gave up, collapsing next to Hermione. Harry walked across the room and picked up the book. He turned to me and opened the book. His eyes closed as he slowly ripped the first page.

The sound of tearing resonated in my ear as my body shook in pain. My muscles began to ache and my legs gave out from under me. I felt as if my body too was being torn along with the fragile pages of the diary.

Harry finished the first and moved to the second. The pain seared through me, hotter than before. I bit my tongue, trying to will my mouth not to yell, but it was no use. I let out an ear shattering scream as Harry was halfway through the third page.

He finally noticed me, dropping the book and picking me up into his arms. All the strenght in my body had left as I was limply carried up the stairs.

When I came to, I was cradled in Harry's lap. My head was resting gently under his chin whilst his chest rose and fell. His arms were wrapped around my legs ever so lightly, holding me just so. It was a moment I would never forget. It was the kind of moment that gave me a reason to live.

"Ginny..." Harry began, obviously noticing my concious state. "We need to do something."

I sighed heavily, not wishing this conversation to go on any longer. "No." I said softly. "We don't."

He laughed nervously, the hollow sounds resonating in his chest just next to my ear. "Yes we do." His tone suddenly changed. "I know, Ginny. I know about Tom, about your diary, about everything."

I frowned, "You may know, but you don't understand."

"Well if you would just tell me..."

I sighed again, sliding myself gently off of his lap and onto the floor. He couldn't possibly understand. This is my burden, my battle and if he thinks he can just barge in and play hero again...he's wrong.

"I don't need to tell you anything." I hissed.

I heard his footsteps behind me, pattering around my closed form and settling on my bed. "I know you don't need to, but you should. I can help you, Ginny."

I pulled my legs up to my chest and held them tightly. "No you can't." I said simply.

"Ginny, come now. Be reasonable." He said, slightly frustrated.

"I don't need to be reasonable! This does not involve you! So just GO AWAY!" I yelled, tears welling in my eyes, threatening to come out.

We sat in silence for the next few minutes. Neither of us dared to move. I knew this was my fault. I had hurt him. I hurt him so terribly without meaning to. I never meant for any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt anyone.

"I'm sorry." I managed to choke out. "I'm sorry for everything." Tears started falling down my cheeks. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." I heard him get up from the bed. "I'm sorry for making you and Ron and Hermione worry." He knelt down beside me. "I'm sorry for causing all this trouble." He pulled me into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry for hurting you." His hand stroked my hair. "I'm so sorry." And I continued to cry.

A/N: don't yell at me...please...i'm not all that evil...well...yes i am...but please...be gentle...

i promise the next chapter will be much longer...and will be up before christmas! i promise...if it's not...you have my permission to steal my army of evil mutant zombie goldfish weilding sporks for a whole 7 and a quarter days while throwing evil bran muffins of doom upon my house...

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(P.S. i threw in more lucky cloack references in the last chapter because Haunted-Shadows review was funny...hehe...)