Authors Note: Formerly A Second Time Around

Even if you have already read this story, please read it again. Several changes have been made.

I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does

Note: My starting point is a paragraph from Deathly Hallows: 'one shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing, all of them determined to touch The Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last!'

Harry finally was able to get some peace and quiet alone. After he had the Elder Wand replaced in Dumbledore's tomb, Harry then went in search for Ginny. He so badly wanted to be back together with her; with any luck maybe it would happen.

Harry looked and looked for some time until her spotted Ginny, he ran across the grounds to catch up to her.

"Ginny, wait a sec." Harry called after her. But Ginny just kept on walking away as though she had not seen or heard Harry.

Not paying any attention to other people around Harry picked up speed in his run to get to Ginny he ran straight into Ron.

"Harry what's the hurry? And that hurt a little."

"Sorry, Ron. I just …"

"You just what?"

"Well, I spotted Ginny and wanted to talk to her but she didn't seem to see or hear me even though I am sure that she did."

"Sorry mate I don't know what to tell you".

Harry and Ron walked around a bit in silence, Harry looking out for Ginny. They bumped into Hermione, who hugged both Ron and Harry as if she hadn't seen them in forever and that they might disappear into thin air.

"Harry, you okay?" asked Hermione.

"Sure, why?" Harry solemnly replied.

"You don't seem so sure of that Harry. What's wrong?"

"Ginny seems to be ignoring Harry." Ron answered.

"Why?"

"Don't know."

The three of them walked on in silence. They went in search of Ron's parents. Sure enough once they found Ron's parents Molly was in a bit of a panic.

"Where have the three of you been? Where's Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked them.

"Hermione and I went looking for Harry. I don't know where Ginny is, haven't seen her since we were fighting…"

"Find her! We will be leaving soon." Mrs. Weasley told them.

After two hours of looking for Ginny, Harry stopped walking and was nearly knocked over by Ron and Hermione who did not notice that Harry had stopped.

"Harry what's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing. I was just…."

"You were just what?"

"I was just thinking that maybe the two of you should continue to look for Ginny without me. She seems to be mad at me about something."

"Harry come on. I don't think that she is mad at you. It probably doesn't have anything to do with you." Hermione said trying to be encouraging and hoping that she was right. She hated seeing Harry so glum.

While Ron, Hermione and Harry, despite what he had said earlier, were running around trying to find Ginny, she had already found her parents. "Mum, dad I want to go home."

Harry went with the Weasley's to their house.

At the Weasley's Harry was trying to give Ginny room to deal with the loss of Fred. It was hard, all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and comfort her. After two weeks Harry couldn't take it any longer. He had to go find Ginny and try to talk to her.

Every time he would try to talk to her she would walk away. If they were the last in a room she would leave so quickly is was as though she was running away form Harry. This was killing Harry so much. Seeing her day in and day out and having her ignore him was almost too much to bear. Harry knew that she was grieving the loss of Fred. He really wished that Ginny would talk to him and let him comfort her during this time of loss. Several weeks went by and not much had changed. Ginny rarely left her room and she didn't even eat with the family at meal times.

Molly asked Harry to get Ginny for dinner. Harry reluctantly left the kitchen, went up the stairs to Ginny's room and knocked on her door.

"Go away." Ginny's response was to the knock on her bedroom door. Harry wasn't hurt by her response. He knew Ginny had no idea that is was Harry knocking, at least not at the moment.

"Your mum wanted me to let you know dinner is ready and to come down to eat."

There was only silence after Harry spoke. He couldn't figure out why she wouldn't talk to him when she knew it was Harry, or even not respond to what he had said.

Harry returned to the kitchen and sat down next to Ron. Harry barely ate a thing before excusing himself from the table. He went up to the room he was sharing with Ron and stretched out on the bed he was using while staying at the Weasley's. Harry was trying to think of a way that Ginny would let him near her. He came up with nothing. He then tried to think of why she was mad at him. 'Okay maybe Hermione is right, that it has nothing to with me.' Harry thought to himself. But if that was the case, then why was Ginny pushing him away?

Harry tried to stop thinking about Ginny. It hurt too much. It not only pained him that she was in pain but that she wouldn't acknowledge he existed.

"Hey Harry, you all right mate? You like you're in severe pain." Ron asked the moment he saw the expression on Harry's face.

"I'm fine Ron."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Then why don't I believe you?"

Harry just shrugged his shoulders. Ron let it go and knew that Harry would tell him when he wanted to, if he wanted to. Ron had a feeling that it had to do with Ginny. Ron quickly, but quietly left the room and had an owl deliver a letter to Hermione.

Hermione brought her parents home and reversed the memory modification charm. They were not happy at all when they got the whole story. They were very relieved that Hermione and her closest friends survived.

After a month home with her parents Hermione wondered if Hogwarts would ever be there again. She really hoped so. Hermione didn't know if she would go back, but to have the option would be nice. Hermione really wanted to send a letter to Ron and Harry to find how every one was doing. She just couldn't do it; she couldn't even imagine what the Weasley's were going through, she didn't even know what to say for that matter.

As much as Hermione missed her friends and wanted to see them she just couldn't ask her parents if she could go for visit. Not after her parents finally calmed down from everything that Hermione had done and what had happened.

"Hermione..."

"Yes, mum."

"A letter just arrived for you by owl."

Hermione jumped off her bed ran out of her room and into the living room where her mom was. She opened the envelope and pulled out the letter to read.

Hermione,

I need your help. I am worried about Harry and my sister to be honest. All Harry does is mope around all day. Ginny doesn't talk to him at all, according to Harry she doesn't even seem to notice that he is alive. Hell Ginny hardly ever leaves her room these days. I don't know what to do. Can you help? Even if you can't you should visit.

Ron

After reading Ron's letter Hermione ran to her room to get a piece of parchment and her quill to write back.

Ron,

I don't know what or if I can do anything to help. I will see if I can come for a visit. Miss you all.

Hermione

Hermione sent the letter with Ron's owl Pig.

"Mum, dad I was wondering if I could visit the Weasley's?"

"When and for how long are you thinking of?" Asked her mother.

"I would really like to go visit soon. I don't know for how long, a week maybe."

"I don't know. A week?"

"Sweetie it's only a week." Her father said

"Please…" Hermione pleaded.

"Well, okay you can go." Her mother relented.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Hermione rushed out of the living room and into her room to grab some clothes. She really wanted to hurry and pack so she could leave before her parents changed their minds. Hermione didn't want to chance it so she didn't take the time to send a letter letting Ron know that she was on her way. As she left her room she grabbed her suitcase, walked over hugged and kissed her parents and told them she would see them in a week and then left for the Weasley's.

Dinner at the Weasley's was not the same chattering atmosphere it was quiet instead. Not much had changed over the past several weeks. Harry was still moping around; Ginny still was staying in her room practically all the time. As the silence went on they all jumped when they heard a knock on the back door.

'Who could that be?' Molly wondered to her self as she got up and went to see who it could be at the door.

"Hermione what a pleasant surprise. We've just sat down to eat dinner, there is plenty if you are hungry."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I am hungry thank you" Hermione replied.

Hermione walked in, put her suitcase in the living room. Once back in the kitchen Hermione took a seat across for Ron, between George and Harry. Ron was thrilled that Hermione was able to visit; sure he would of liked to have known that she was coming. If he had known he might have brushed his hair instead of looking like he just climbed out of bed. Since the battle started he hadn't had the chance to spend any time with her. He kept thinking about the first time that they had kissed, and really wanted to do that again. Then he remembered that she was here because he had written her about help with Harry and Ginny.

"So, Hermione how have you and your parents been these days?" Asked Mrs. Weasley

"Good.'

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence. After every one had their fill they began to clear out of the kitchen. Harry, Ron and Hermione went up to Ron and Harry's room to talk.

"Since when is so quiet while eating?"

"Since we got home after the battle." Ron replied sadly.

"Oh, Ron I am so sorry. I didn't mean…."

"It's okay, I know." Ron said cutting Hermione off.

Hermione turned to Harry "So, Ginny still isn't talking to you?"

"Nope" was all Harry could say without his voice cracking.

"I'm sorry Harry."

"Why are you sorry. It's not your fault Hermione."

"I know that it's not my fault Harry. I'm sorry that you are hurting."

"Is it really that obvious?"

"Kind of." Replied Ron before Hermione could say anything.

Harry rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. He had thought that he had it hidden better than that. He could understand Ron picking up on it, but Hermione had only been there a few hours. Hermione at that point turned to Ron.

"Ron, do you have any idea why Ginny has been acting how she is?"

"Not one clue. That's partly why I asked you to visit."

To Ron's surprise Hermione wasn't the least bit mad at him.

"Well, I guess I could try to talk to Ginny tomorrow." Hermione offered.

Harry sat up quickly on his bed looked at Hermione, "You would do that?"

"Sure Harry, what are friends for if not to do what they can to help. Just remember that I said I would try, I can't promise you anything other than to try."

"Thanks Hermione. I really appreciate it, even if you can't find out anything I am grateful that you are willing to try."

"Not a problem Harry. Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow sometime. Good night."

"Good night." Harry and Ron said at the same time as Hermione left the room.

Hermione was staying in Percy's old room since he was not there at the time. Once in the room she welcomed the feel of the mattress against her body. She was so tired. Hermione was really hoping that she would be able to find out something from Ginny so she could let Harry know if only on the sly. She hated to have to break a confidence, especially with Ginny but Harry was convinced that it had something to do with him and no matter what she found out she would tell Harry. At least he would know either way.

Ron, not much after Hermione leaving, fell asleep and began snoring. Usually the snoring would really annoy Harry but it didn't really bother him, as he really wasn't paying much attention. Harry lay on his back in bed staring at the ceiling for several hours. Though his eyelids were heavy he couldn't seem to close them and go to sleep. Harry started thinking about the first time that he had kissed Ginny. As the memories came flooding in and as clear as it had been when it actually happened, Harry drifted off to sleep with Ginny on his mind.

The next morning when Harry woke up he was more depressed than he had been all this time. Dreaming about Ginny all night seemed so real, and now knowing that it was only a dream. He looked at the clock and realized he had over slept. Harry jumped out off bed and went to take a quick shower before he went down to breakfast. Harry walked right into Ginny.

"Sorry. Ginny wait…can't we talk?"

Ginny just kept on walking back to her room as though nothing had happened. Harry felt as though his heart was shattering into a million pieces.

Later that afternoon Hermione found Ron and Harry out side where they used to play small games of Quidditch. As Harry looked up he saw Hermione walking towards them and felt as though his lungs were ceasing to work. But Harry managed to get out, "so, how'd it go?"

"Sorry, Harry I don't know what to tell you. If it helps she won't even talk to me."

"This really sucks. I just wish that I knew what it was that I did." Harry said sulkily.

"Harry, stop beating yourself up. I don't see how you could have done anything. The three of us were gone for how long? How could it be that you did something?" Said Ron trying to cheer up Harry.

"Harry, you know Ron is right. Just give it a little more time okay?"

"I'll try, but I don't know how much longer I can go on like this?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other wondering what that was all about and what exactly did Harry mean by it as he went in side. Neither one of the two were going to question Harry about it, obviously if he wanted to explain or talk about it he would…or at least Hermione hoped so.

The week that Hermione was at the burrow went pretty quickly. Hermione was getting her things together to head back home when there was a knock on her door.

"Hermione, can I come n?" asked Ron.

"Sure" replied Hermione.

"Packing huh?"

"Yep."

"Can't you stay longer?"

"My parents only agreed to let me visit for a week. I don't want to push it with them Ron."

"I get it, I do. I wish Ginny would have talked to you."

"Me too. She'll come around though. Just give it some more time."

"I hope she comes around. How much time does she need though?"

Hermione hit Ron on the arm, hard enough that he could feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. Hermione then turned around and gave Ron a hug. They embraced for a while, as Hermione was pulling away Ron was paying a lot of attention. He bent his head down and his lips met Hermione's.

"Oh GOD! Ron, Hermione quit it would you!" Exclaimed a grumpy Harry.

Ron and Hermione jumped apart. Ron left the room quickly; Hermione went back to packing.

"Already time for you to go?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, a week already went by."

"It doesn't seem like it has been a week. It seems more like you just got here."

"I know. I wish I had asked for a longer visit."

Hermione gave Harry a hug, "You'll write me won't you Harry?"

Harry just gave Hermione a look of you know I won't.

"Just once in a while is all I ask. I'm not asking for daily or weekly…. just once in a while."

"Okay, I'll write once in a while."

Harry was only able to take a few more weeks of the silent treatment from Ginny. He knew he had to get away, he couldn't stay at the burrow the pain was too intense. That night as Harry drifted off to sleep he decided to leave the burrow and soon, in the next few days. The only place he could think to go was number 12 Grimmauld Place. He never thought that he would ever go back there, it reminded him too much of Sirius. But where else could he go, he didn't own anything except number 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry was going to let everyone know after breakfast that he was leaving for a while at least.

Harry woke up later than he had intended to. He still planned on telling everyone what he was going to do. He pulls himself out of bed, put his glasses on, got dressed and went down to breakfast. He decided to tell everyone when he got down to the kitchen to just get it over with instead of dragging out the inevitable…. at least that is what Harry thought at the time.

As Harry was about to drop his news about leaving, an owl he recognized flew in through an open window delivering letters. Harry knew that the owl belonged to McGonagall; in his first year the owl had delivered a Nimbus 2000 broom. Mrs. Weasley removed the letters from the owl and handed Ron and Harry their letter. She held on to Ginny's.