Ginny tensed up. She heard something in the house. But what was it? Wand in hand, she cautiously walked out of the room, tip-toeing into others.

She thought she was the only one home. Except for Harry, of course. At the thought of Harry, Ginny saddened. She remembered back on the train at the end of her fifth year when she had tried to rekindle their flame. But the look of pain on Harry's face was enough to shut her up. She hated that he cared so much about her that he refused to date her, just for her well being.

Harry had told Ginny about the horcruxes. He himself had hunted down all but one, Nagini. He had insisted that Hermione and Ron continue with school, instead of helping him, and after many arguments, the couple gave in. Ginny was home for winter break, as was Harry. But he wasn't the same man she knew.

The new Harry hardly conversed with anyone. His eyes held a new amount of intensity, one that rivaled Dumbledore's. Harry was always planning in his room (Percy's old room) whenever he was at the Burrow, which wasn't often.

Bill and Fleur had decided to hold their wedding back a year, to help with the war, Bill fighting as a new auror, and Fleur helping nurses at St. Mungos.

Charlie was still in Romania, getting international witches and wizards to help fight the war. Fred and George were still running their very successful joke shop, with plenty of new protective armors and such.

Harry had funded Fred and George to make the shield armors. And again, Ginny's heart rested on Harry, the only person who she had loved and actually said it to.

Ginny had now made her way up to the third floor, where there were two rooms. Harry's and Bill's old one. The sound was growing nearer. Ginny listened to it. It sounded like a guitar strumming. Ginny frowned. She didn't know Harry knew how to play the guitar. She cautiously peaked into the room, and what she saw surprised her.

Gone was the protective face of Harry, replaced with a calmer expression. One face she hadn't seen since her third year. He looked so innocent while playing the guitar, not at all like he had the weight on his shoulders, as he usually looked like. He began strumming the guitar, then writing on a piece of scrap paper, alternating. Ginny watched him do so for about 10 minutes, until he stopped, and smiled softly. Again, Ginny was shocked. Harry hadn't smiled since the day of Dumbledore's funeral.

Harry began strumming the guitar, while staring at what looked like a photo. Ginny liked the tune. Soon, Harry begun to sing.

A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say

Harry's voice was amazing. It was raspy, yet masculine. It somehow made Ginny calm.

A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are

Ginny frowned sadly at the lyrics. She knew he was right. She remembered the photo they had taken at the end of the year, so carefree looking in a world so corrupt.

'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you

Ginny wondered who he was singing about. Could it be—no,she told herself firmly, knowing Harry was against the relationship.

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words

Ginny's eyes went wide. I told him that I loved him….she thought.

You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts

Ginny thought about it, and realized that he was right. Without Harry, Ginny felt…incomplete.

'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got

There had been a fire at the Dursleys' home last summer while Harry had visited. It was burned to the ground, and Harry only managed to save a few prized possessions from it, including his Firebolt, Map, and invisibility cloak. He had quickly purchased nessecary objects, but nothing unneeded. Ginn never thought that his mind would even wander to saving a picture of her….stop it, Ginny. It could be any girl that he has a photo of.

Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

It can't be….Ginny thought, but it was. There was no way to deny it. Harry was singing about her.

Timing lost minutes and moments

Harry had told Ginny that if he hadn't been too stupid and opened his eyes, they could've had years together, but he was too busy chasing after a girl he hardly knew, just because she was pretty. Ginny had to admit, for a man, these were hard things to say, but he and she knew they were right.

And I might be lonely girl
But I'm not afraid

That was true. Harry was the most bravest person Ginny knew.

In a second
It all comes right back to me

Ginny felt a tear fall out of her eye. His words were laced with longing, yet he couldn't have his desire.

Nothing's forgotten now
Yeah everything's saved

Ginny assumed he meant memories of their times together.

What it's like to touch you
What it's like to know you

Ginny had always missed Harry's touch. It soothed her. She missed being like his best friend.

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

The strumming of the guitar changed into a different tempo, and Harry's voice echoed with desperate, becoming louder and raspier.

You were my life

"I still want to be." Ginny whispered so softly that hardly she herself heard it.

you were my faith

"I still want to be your faith" she said in the same tone of voice. She felt as though she didn't have the energy to talk regularly. Just then did she notice that she had sunk to the ground, on her knees. Wiping tears away, Ginny got back up stealthily.

You gave me hope every day

Ginny looked longingly at Harry's back, which was facing her, now that he had moved.

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got

Ginny was now able to see the exact photo he was talking about. It was a picture of herself and Harry, on the couch. They were gazing at each other lovingly, yet playfully. Ginny vaguely remembered Hermione taking the picture.

As Ginny walked away from Harry's door, she sang along with him.

Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

A/N OMG, I LOVE this story. And the song, but still! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this story! It's my favorite one that I've written so far! I feel so proud of myself:)