Story Author: Faye
AN: My first Fic! I'm going through it and revising it, because a year ago this time I was still a bit more naïve than I am now, so I hope I'm changing things for the better.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story, except the plot.
Going Away
Harry Potter had turned eighteen. To him, it didn't seem like a year ago that he'd left the Dursleys for good, and it didn't seem like a year ago that he had gone searching for Lord Voldemort's horcruxes. It didn't seem like it was that long since he had found and destroyed the horcruxes, along with Voldemort himself. It didn't seem like such a long time ago that he had gotten his Apparition license, and it didn't seem like a long time ago that he had gone and bought a house at the edge of a small village; it pained him too much too stay at Godric's Hollow or number twelve, Grimmauld Place. It didn't seem like such a long time ago that he had received five hundred thousand Galleons from the Ministry for the defeat of Lord Voldemort, and it also didn't seem like a long time ago that the had become the Ministry's best Auror (he didn't even have to finish his seventh year at Hogwarts), and now he was highly paid, and very, very rich. And most of all, it didn't seem like such a long time ago that he had gotten back together with Ginny Weasly.
But it was a long time ago. Well, more or less a year.
And now, Harry lay on his bed, trying to block out that voice that kept on speaking to him. It was midnight, and that same voice that spoke to Harry all those other nights for months now spoke again: Come… I've been waiting for you… It's your destiny… Come…
He knew where he was supposed to go, but he didn't want to go there. He wanted to stay here, where he had his friends, where he had Ginny.
But he knew it. It was his destiny. He had to go, or else it would be haunting him forever…
Harry Apparated in front of the Burrow, where Ginny was still staying. He didn't need to knock on the door, because it flew open and Ginny came flying out at him and embraced him tightly.
"Harry!" she said. "You're just on time. We were just about to have supper…"
"Ginny," Harry said, looking sadly at her. "I have to speak to you, in private…"
"What's so important? Never mind. Let's go up to my room."
Ginny grabbed his hand, and steered him through the door of the Burrow.
"Harry dear," Mrs. Weasly said. "We were just about to sit down for dinner. Why don't you join us?"
"Er… Not right now Mrs. Weasly. I really have to talk to Ginny…"
His voice started to fade as Ginny led him upstairs.
"So," Ginny said as she sat down on her bed. "What's so important that you have to talk to me in private?"
Harry was resting on the wall, and seemed uncomfortable to be there. "Well… It's kind of a long story… I just have to go somewhere…"
"What?" Ginny asked, confused. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No… You don't understand, Ginny. I don't know when I'll be back…"
"What do you want to tell me?" Ginny now looked slightly anxious.
"Ginny," Harry said uncomfortably. "I think… I think we should break it off…"
Ginny just stared at him, trying hard not to cry. "But… but… wherever you go, I'll go with you…"
"No Ginny," Harry now had his own tears streaming down his face. "I have to go alone."
"Are we ever going to be together again?" Ginny asked in a small voice.
When Harry didn't answer, Ginny broke down and started to really cry.
"Ginny… please don't cry…" Harry was at a loss for words.
He scooped Ginny up in his arms, and wiped her tears away. "If I never see you again… Ginny, if I never see you again, I want you to know… I want you to know that I love you. I'll always love you…"