Disclaimer: The genius J.K. Rowling created the world that has taken over mine…

Note- This is my first Fan-Fic! I'm an American writer so I'm sorry if this doesn't sound British. :Takes place after Harry's 6th year: SPOILER! DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU HAVE NOT READ HBP!

The song is by (I know it's weird but it really reminds me of Harry and Ginny's relationship.) Frankie J- How to Deal.

It may seem depressing but it will get better! Sorry if it take a little while. I have many things going on.

Thanks to Pheonix Flame01 who helped me with this! It wouldn't be up here if it wasn't for her! Read her fic A Step too Far. Definitely one of my top favorites!

CHAPTER 1- At Privet Drive

"So this is what it looks like…" murmured Ron as the trio walked up the path to number 4.

"It's so…clean," added Hermione.

"Too clean," Ron finished.

Harry opened the door. He couldn't believe it. This was the last time he would have to be here…ever. And Ron and Hermione had insisted they come along and be there with him every step of the way. Harry was very quiet these days. The death of Dumbledore hit him very hard…Harder than anybody. Dumbledore had been like a father. He had never really fully appreciated him. Dumbledore was always there to him and now he just wasn't. Harry felt as if something was out of place…as if there was a piece of the puzzle missing. But what could it be?

"Who are they?" snarled Harry's uncle as he can into view.

"Ron and Hermione. They'll be staying here with me." He said shortly and made to his room.

"And you didn't' bother to ask us? Just thought you'd waltz right in with two…two…things?"

"Yeah," said Harry and Ron together. Ron was obviously not fond of the Dursley's either. Hermione seemed to have wanted to stay a little on their good side.

They all went upstairs to Harry's room. It was messy from the search for objects the last time he was here. "And to think…" thought Harry. "The last time I was here, Dumbledore was downstairs."

"Harry…are you alright?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Yeah…Yeah, I'm fine. Let's unpack." As they all unpacked in silence, Harry put Hedwig's cage on its stand and sat down on his bed, Ron taking a seat on his right, Hermione on his left.

They trooped downstairs and past Dudley who squeaked and ran (well, waddled faster than usual) back to his bedroom. As they were walking past the kitchen they smelt Aunt Petunia's cooking was wafting through the house.

"Vernon! Would you mind if you helped me in the kitchen for a bit?" she called to Vernon.

"Do you want some help Mrs.Dursley?" said Hermione. Aunt Petunia hesitated before speaking.

"Er…Yes, all right." She said slowly. Hermione sidled off into the kitchen waving to Harry and Ron to go without her.

"It's okay. We'll wait," said Ron.

They headed back upstairs and into Harry's bedroom where they were surprised to see…Dudley.

"So brought your friends to keep you safe this summer?" he said slyly.

"Yeah I suppose so." Harry spat back. He didn't want to share his life story with Dudley. Ron had his hand in his pocket which Harry was sure had his wand in it. Dudley rounded on Ron.

"Cute little friend you got there. I just might have to take advantage of that while she's here." Ron had suddenly turned a bright shade of maroon. He seemed to be shaking with rage.

"If—you—go—anywhere—near—her—I'll…I'll put a curse on you!" Ron was positively livid with Dudley. "Or hex you. I'm not that picky."

Dudley froze. "You're—You're lying!"

"If you go near her I will!"

"Protective aren't you? You must really like her."

"Dursley, I'm warning you!" Ron shouted. Both Harry and Ron had their wands out now.

"Get out!" Harry yelled.

"I don't think I will. I know you can't use magic yet. Your birthday isn't till the 31st."

"Maybe. But his birthday was in March. Totally legal." Dudley ran from the room as fast as his squat legs would carry him.

"Slimy—spoiled—stupid—GIT!" Ron spluttered.

"You know I hate saying this…but Dudley has a point."

"What do you mean?" he said quickly.

"You must really like Hermione they way you turned so red." Harry said carefully.

"Wha—I—you—I mean—Of course I do! We've been best friends since 1st year!"

"Ron you know what I mean."

Ron sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just don't know what to do."

"You should get together sometime and talk, just you two."

"I can't. With the war…I don't want anyone getting hurt." Something about this stirred in Harry's memory and Ginny's beautiful face was clear in his mind.

"Yeah…I know." They sat in silence for a while when Hermione came back in.

"I'm going for a walk. See you two later." said Ron.

"Do you want us to come?" asked Hermione.

"No…I need to think. I'll be back." And he left.

"Harry, where's your bathroom?"

"Huh? Oh. Next door to the left." And Hermione walked out leaving Harry alone.

Harry's mind was buzzing as he sank onto his bed, his whole body in a daze. He knows he loves her. But how could he have just let her go? Was she hurting as much as he was without her? Should he write her? And, as if on cue, Errol flew through the open window.

"Errol?" the ancient owl was carrying an envelope. Harry picked it up and walked back to his bed. He opened it up and read:

Dear Harry,

I miss you. I want to let you know I understand your reasons for not seeing each other, sort of. It's so lonely here. After all it's just mum, dad, me, and the ghoul upstairs. Bill and Fleur will arrive in the next two weeks.I just wanted to let you know just because I still love you doesn't mean I will ignore other people. You know I still love you, but I can't stand not seeing you at all for who knows how long. I need something to keep my mind off you.

Anthony Goldstein from Ravenclawwrote to me and asked me to be his girlfriend. Apparently he was sitting behind us at Dumbledore's funeral and heard us. I want to hear from you before I answer. I hate doing this but I didn't want you to hear it from anyone but me. I'm really, really sorry. Please don't forget about me.

I love you,


Harry had read this over about seven times, not really taking in a word. When the massage had sunk in he couldn't believe how one more thing could have gone wrong.

Sometimes a man

Has to choose

To do something he doesn't want to do

So she was definitely considering Anthony. Had he really thought she would be ignored the entire time he was away? I might be years and years until this war is over.

Do I live my life with you as my wife or do I go on and pursue my lifetime dream I gotta do this for me Cuz if I don't I'll probably regret it But if I do I'll probably regret it How do I cope

Harry gave a deep sigh. This wasn't going to be easy…

How do you cope when

The one you love is with somebody else

and there's nothing you can do about it

He could have kept her with him, but that was being selfish. He wouldn't put her in all that danger just to keep himself happy. Only he could do this. The prophecy had stated so. But nothing helped ease the pain for every little sting he felt.

How do you deal when

The fact that you had a chance

But you choose to turn away for you career

Harry read over her letter one more time, his eyes landing on different phrases. But there was no other way. He had to! He couldn't keep her in that danger!

I gotta take it

Though it's heart-breaking

It's something that I had to do

All of this seemed to be killing him on the inside. To Ginny, he wasn't The Harry Potter. He was just Harry: her ex-boyfriend. How was he going to go on without her?

But nobody said that I would hurt so bad

So I do I live?

How do I deal without you…?

It wasn't his fault he was given this damn "destiny." His life had all been chosen for him! He certainly didn't want this. He's tried to live the best life he could, but somehow the things that made him happy seemed to turn into the things that made him feel the worst. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Sirius…and Dumbledore…They had tried to help as much as they could. Dumbledore had said "Don't you see they flaw in my plan...I cared about you too much." He had put off giving Harry his "Destiny" as long as he could. He wanted him to be happy more than he wanted him to know the truth.

But all you see when you think about it

This is the life that I was given

So I have to live it to the fullest

How do I deal in the mean time

Without you...

Even he didn't know how he carried the weight of the future, of the entire wizarding world, on his shoulders. And then he had Ginny. Those the best few weeks of his life, and he had to let her go... He already missed her comforting words, walks by the lake, stealing kisses while Ron wasn't looking, her priceless smile, her beautiful hair, her jokes when things were looking down, and her…being Ginny. He couldn't stand that she might be doing the same things with Anthony this coming year. He knows she wants to be withhe, Harry,but it's too hard for her. It's hard for everyone. She wants him. He wants her. Neither of them wants another person, but they both need comfort for the pain that seemed to be caused but one person…Voldemort.

How do you deal when you can't be with the one you love,

And the one that you love is with somebody else?

And what do you do when you know she don't love him

But she loves me but she can't stand loving you far away….

I don't want nobody else loving you

I don't want nobody else loving me…

How do you cope when

The one you love is with somebody else

And there's nothing you can do about it?

How do you deal when

The fact that you had a chance

But you choose to turn away for your career?

I gotta take it,

Though it's heartbreaking

It's something that I had to do…

But nobody said

That it would hurt so bad…

So how do I live?

How do I deal without you…

"Harry, your aunt said—" said Hermione as she burst through the door.

"Harry! What's wrong?"

Harry realized that his tears were falling from his eyes and he tried to wipe them away.

"Nothing, Hermione."

"Harry, I've known you since 1st year and I have never seen you cry." She sat next to him on the bed. Harry was silent. He didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to sit here and keep it all to himself.

"Is it Ginny?"

Harry couldn't think of what to say. Hermione put her arm around his shoulders and let him cry. He just sat there for a while letting his emotions drift off him. Eventually, Hermione made him talk. Hermione has a way with that.

"Hermione, what do I do?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry…Malfoy and Snape are both Death Eaters. They both know about you two. Do you expect them not to tell V-Voldemort?

"She needs to be with the people that won't let anything happen to her. She needs to be with you. I know you would keep her safe. Tell her you can't explain everything, she'll understand. Just…Tell her how you feel."



"I don't know… It's too dan--"

"Harry! She is in more danger at her home with no one to protect her!"


"No. You listen to me, Harry Potter. You two love each other very much. I remember everyone pointing at you two when you were by the lake. You were the couple everyone wanted to be like. If you are going to throw it away because you have to be noble…then maybe being noble isn't worth it."

"You should write a book." She chuckled.

"Maybe someday. But now let's just focus on what you have to do."

"Yeah. I'll talk to her at The Burrow. But she's still not coming with—"

"I'm back!" said Ron happily.

"Hi Ron," said Harry and Hermione together.

"What'd I miss?" Ron was very cheerful.

"Nothing." said Harry and Hermione together. Ron didn't look convinced but he just shrugged it off.

"Duddy, tell those people that supper is on the table."

"Muuuum!" Dudley wailed.

"Dudley…" she said warningly.

"Fine!" he huffed and heaved himself up the staircase. There were voices coming from Potter's door. He could listen for a while. What harm could it do?

"Look, I don't want to talk about it. It's too easy to get over-heard. Let's talk about…I dunno."

"How about how that git likes Hermione?" the…Wheezy...boy said.

So now he's a git? Everyone was laughing.

"I don't know, Hermione, you two could make a great couple!"

"Hah! I prefer my men a little more…completely different." He heard more laughter.

Dudley opened the door and the three friends jumped.

"Mum says come to d'nnr." And with that he stormed off.

"How much did he hear?"

"Dunno…Hopefully none."

"I'm starved. Let's go eat! It smells great!"

"Ron! You are so..."

"Handsome? Intelligent? Charming? Kind?"

"No…I was thinking more along the lines of…stupid."

Ron stuck his tongue out at her while Hermione tutted.

"Let's go eat shall we?" said Harry. Ron nodded vigorously and Hermione said, "Let's." They set off downstairs where the smell of mashed potatoes, ham, and stuffing, filled their senses. They took their places and started pilling food onto their plates.

"Where's the fire?" said Uncle Vernon. He was ignored. They bolted down their food and headed back upstairs.

After what had seemed like an eternity July 31st had come. He was free! At around 5 in the evening Harry, Ron, and Hermione were packed and preparing to leave.

"Waaaiit!" cried a voice from behind them. Aunt Petunia was hurrying along with a large envelope in her hands.

"What?" Harry said, keen to leave.

"I-I- I thought you should have this." She held out the envelope. Harry took it and looked inside. There was an invitation to his parents wedding, his own birth announcement, and… a letter.

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

This is your nephew Harry James Potter. His parents were murdered and their home, destroyed. You are his last remaining blood relative. So, I ask you to take him in. I ask you to treat him as a son, to act as his mother. As long as you do this, the spell cast on him by Lily's sacrificing her life for him, ensures his safety. This spell will remain intact until the instant he turn 17.


Albus Dumbledore

"You kept this?" he said, amazed.

"Well...I thought you might like to have it someday…" she muttered. Harry wasn't entirely sure whether he liked it or not. It was, after-all, a reminder of Dumbledore.

"I…Thanks." He stuttered, unsure or what to say.

"Oh it was nothing. Take care and... Happy Birthday." She hesitated before giving him a quick hug. She returned back to the house, but looked back and waved. Harry looked around at Ron and Hermione. Both had surprised expressions.

"Let's go." And with a pop they were gone.

The glorious sight of the Burrow met his eyes on their appearance. There was the pond, the orchard, and the Burrow itself. But there, sitting with her back against a tree, was Ginny Weasley. Ron gave him a 'go-talk-to-her-and-fix-the-mess-you-made' look.

"You two go ahead. I'll be there soon."

They nodded and walked back to the Burrow. He began to walk towards Ginny. The short 10 feet seemed to be 10 miles. Finally, he was standing right next to her. She looked pale. She didn't have that healthy glow to her she use to have.

"Can I sit here?" He said. Ginny jumped and look up at him.

"Harry! Yeah, of course." He sank down next to her. What should he say? Should he tell her he wanted her back? No, taking her back meant danger. But if he didn't she would go to Anthony Goldstein. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe if he just gave a helpful hint in the right direction.

"Hey Gin…" He started. She turned to look at him.


"I…uh…Don't go out with Anthony!" Okay, maybe not the best he could have done.

"Sorry?" she looked as if he didn't have a right to be telling her what to do; at least not anymore.

"Ginny, I need you! I really want to keep you all to myself and to take you everywhere I go, but I just can't!" She looked sympathetic.

"But if you really want to be with him I won't stop you but…Ginny, I love you." He took a deep breath. She hesitated. She looked surprised and angry. "What do you want me to do! Come crawling back asking you to take me back only to be pushed away because 'its-too-dangerous'?"

"No! I—"

"I can take care of myself! Maybe you don't think so but on judging how I was there at the Ministry and fighting the Death Eaters the night Dumbledore died, I'd say I can! If anything I'd be a help to you!" She was definitely in a temper.

"I know! But I care about you too much to see anything happen to you! What if you died and I had to live with the fact that if I had stood my ground and not let you come you might still be alive!" he exclaimed.

"But WHY did we have to break up! Just because you said 'We can't be together' doesn't stop me from loving you! And YOU JUST SAID THAT YOU LOVED ME TOO!" A tear fell down her cheek. She threw her arms around him encircling her arms around his neck. She whispered into his hair, "I couldn't stand to loose you." Harry held onto her not wanteding to let go but she pulled back wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"I know I just said I wouldn't come crawling back to you, but can't we go back to how it was before? No one would know but us. For all they know we aren't together. If something happened I would know that I had been your girlfriend till the very end. " Harry hesitated. Her logic in this was over powering him on this one.

He opened his mouth, closed it, and then said, "All-All right!" He said in defeat. She gave a teary laugh and kissed him. Harry put his hands at her back and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss deepened and they kissed pationattely. They broke apart gasping for breath. Harry looked into her eyes. "I love you." He said. She smiled, the first real smile in a month, and said, "I love you too."

The week before the wedding dragged on. Wedding preparation were being rushed. Harry and Ginny's time together was limited. She had many responsibilities being in the wedding. Finally the day of the wedding was here.

Mrs. Weasley rushed about shouting, "Places everyone! RON! GET THOSE FLOWERS ON THE TABLE! Fred and George, if anything happen that has a hint of Wheeze's on it, you two will never," she whispered the next word to show how serious she was, "never have the ability to reproduce. Oh, I am serious! I have five other children to give me grandkids!"

Thirty minutes later everyone was in their places. Not long after that the wedding march began. First came Charlie, Bill's best man, and Gabrielle, The maid of Honor. Following came George and… Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from gasping. Ginny looked stunning. In her strapless dress of pale gold she seemed to shine. Hermione, to whom he was sitting next to, leaned over and whispered, "She looks beautiful." But Harry disagreed. She looked phenomenal.

The wedding progressed and Harry couldn't tear his eyes from Ginny. And before he knew it, it was over. With a wave of her wand, Mrs. Weasley transformed the backyard into a dance floor and dining area. The guest scurried to the tables. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat down at a table.

Charlie stood to give his speech of how he loved seeing his older brother finally find the person for him and how happy he was for them. Gabrielle said she was so happy to see Fleur with someone who wasn't just staring at her looks. The speeches were soon over and Mrs. Weasley, with a wave of her wand, summoned the food she had slaved over to land on all the tables.

"They look so happy..." Hermione said gazing at Bill and Fleur chatting at the head table.

"Yeah, they do." Ron stated also looking at them. Ron had told Bill he din't wantto be groomsman. There was too much pressure. Harry was watching Ginny chatting with Charlie and laughing at one of his jokes. Hermione exchanged glances with Ron.

"Ginny looks nice. Doesn't she, Harry?" Hermione said pointedly. Harry blinked and tore his eyes from Ginny.

"What?" He honestly had not heard her.

"I said Ginny looks nice, doesn't she?" she repeated giving him a look.

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, she does." He returned his gaze over to her. Hermione smiled.

"What happened when you two talked a few days ago?" Ron said watching Harry.

"Not much. We just... uh... well, first we fought. But then she started crying because she knew the chance of me dying. Then--" he was cut off by Hermione.

"She convinced you that you were being a prat and you made out and made up." Hermione said, stabbing a potato. Ron winced.

"God, Hermione! Why do you always do that!" he said exasperated. He looked to Harry. "But seriously, what happened?" Harry just sat there. "No way! Hermione pulled a Trelawney!" he said looking in amazement at her.

"Don't be silly. Ginny told me of course." She said. Mrs. Weasley was standing up.

"Could we have the bride and groom to the floor for their dance?" she announced waving a hand toward the floor. They walked hand in hand to the floor. The beginning notes from their song drifted through the air. Those who were at the Weasley's last Christmas, laughed when Celestina Warbeck's voice began to sing. The song ended with a quavering line. Fred and George were bouncing up and down waiting for their turn.

The DJ asked the bridesmaids and groomsmen to come to the floor. Ginny paired with George, Charlie with Gabrielle, and Fred, being all alone scanned the room for a girl. He ran over to Hermione and dragged her too the floor, despite her protests. They song began and Harry noticed that Ron was looking jealously at Fred. They sat in silence staring at the dancing couples. When the song finally ended, the DJ announced that everyone could come. He started one more slow song. Ron got up to go ask Hermione to dance, and Harry went to find Ginny.

Ron had expected to go up to Hermione and ask for a dance, but he never expected she would still be dancing with Fred. He hastily stepped to the side to look like he was heading for the refreshments table. Hermione never saw him.

Harry was walking towards Ginny. She looked over and grinned.

"Hey, Gin." He said. "You look spectacular." She smiled at him. "Am I just a pretty face to you, Harry?" she said playfully. "Well, I'd be honored if that pretty face would dance with me." She beamed at him.

"Of course!" she gladly took his had and the stepped onto the floor. He placed his hand on her waist and enclosed her hand with his. Ginny rested her head on his should and they swayed back and forth. Harry felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked around with one arm still around Ginny.

"Can I cut in?" said a boy he knew to be Anthony Goldstein. Harry turned to Ginny.

"You invited him?" She gave a guilty shrug. Harry turned back to Anthony and said, "No." He looked surprised and, admittedly, a little pissed off, but he walked away.

"I don't like him." He said turning back to Ginny.

"Yeah. I figured." She said grinning. They danced in silence until Ginny said.

"Does this remind you of a fairy tale? Us?"

"By a fairy tale, you mean with witches and wizards, a pretty girl, and dancing under the stars?" She grinned.

"Yeah. That sounds just about right…" she whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder.

A/N: Do you like it? What about the length of the chapter? Longer, Shorter? Please review! I have the next chapter written so it will be up soon! This will be a very long fic. So there is you warning. Critisism is welcome but please not to harsh. Thanks again to Phoenix Flame01. Thanks to my best friend Lizz, my sister Karley, and to all of you people who REVIEW! haha. Cheers to the authors out there! I love you guys! hugs Emmy