**Characters are not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I am simply borrowing them but the ideas are purely mine. And if you like this story, thank MsAnonymous_Heart for the fast upload and also go check out her stories: Changing the Future & Obsessive Lily Disorder. Great Stories, both of them. Enjoy, ES <3**

 3. Let It Go

 The Burrow hadn’t changed much in the years since Ginny had been a child. She didn’t live there anymore and it was quieter than it had ever been with only George really living there but it would always be home. It was where she’d grown up, where she’d learned how to fly her first broom without her parents or her brothers knowing, even where she’d burnt her first meal. It was still filled with love and even acceptance though things were currently a little tight between Ginny and the others.

 They just didn’t know how to let something go much to her annoyance.

 Ginny apparated right outside the apparition wards; she righted her cloak and brushed back a lock of hair as she made her way to the house. As she drew near, she could hear yelling. She snorted; it seemed there’d be a full house today. Well, it was Sunday, Ginny thought sadly. Sunday was the day for the Weasleys’ family meals. She’d be hoping it would only be Ron and her parents; so much for that.

Blimey, mum was such a liar; Ginny thought as she stopped in front of the door and closed her eyes, exhaling loudly to try and relax. Mentally preparing herself for the craziness that was about to go down in the Burrow.

“GINNY!” Her eyes shot open as someone yelled her name. She looked up to see her mum heading towards her as she stepped through the front door. “Dear, why are you just standing there?” Molly asked curiously.

“I tripped and just righted myself,” Ginny lied as she followed her mum into the house.

A large table was laid out in the living room and as soon as Ginny entered, her dad looked up and smiled at her.

“Lunch is ready!” Molly yelled and suddenly, everyone was there.

Bill and Fleur, who was holding the four-month-old Victoire, smiled at her as they took their seats. Charlie winked as he followed suit and Percy looked over and smiled. George was already seated; the seat beside him was empty but Ron came around the table and… Ginny’s eyes narrowed dangerously when she saw Hermione Granger, her ex-best friend sit quietly next to Ron; she didn’t look up at Ginny

Figures the two-timing, lying witch hadn’t told Ron yet; Ginny thought angrily.

Everyone muttered a quick hi as she sat down between George and her dad, in a spot where she couldn’t see her treacherous ex-best friend. Ginny didn’t say a word to her and neither did Hermione.

Ginny’s blood boiled just having her in the same room, though. She was still bitter towards the other girl for all the wrongs she had committed towards her. Ginny sat there, pouring some gravy on her mashed potatoes, imagining half a dozen ways she could jinx Hermione into another dimension before someone would stop her. They would immediately; she knew it and all of them would be shocked. None of them had a clue what Hermione had done and it was times like this, Ginny questioned her decision on keeping her family in the dark about the reasons behind her and the Boy-Who-Lied’s break up.

Halfway through the meal, Hermione excused herself to have dinner with her parents. She said a quick goodbye to Ron and everyone else, left and apparated when she got out of the wards.

Everyone continued to eat and honestly, Ginny could breathe better now that she was gone.

They all chatted while they ate; Arthur pulled Bill and Charlie into a conversation about some new product he discovered at his work while Molly talked to Fleur about Victoire’s clothing. Ron was eating quietly and George watched Ginny as she stared angrily at her food.

“What’s wrong, Gin?” He asked

She looked up from her food and smiled sweetly at him, “contemplating ways to accomplish what I want.”

George smiled slightly, “that’s my girl.”

“You know it,” Ginny grinned as she took a sip of her juice.

They ate the rest of the meal in silence for a while and let the conversations around them take over. Ginny took a breath and relaxed, figuring it was safe to say that she was okay and after it was finished, she could definitely run back home but just as she was thinking about how fast she’d have to run, her mum looked over at her.

“Ginny, why don’t you call Harry to come over for dinner tomorrow?”

The entire table went silent as they looked between the two women. Ginny bit her tongue to keep from lashing at the older woman. Her mother knew better than to bring up Harry to her but did she ever listen? No, she never did.

What the hell was wrong with the woman? She growled inwardly then cleared her throat and deliberately ignored her mother. She turned to George and began asking him about the new shipment of items that would be coming in tomorrow at WWW.

“Don’t ignore me, Ginevra!” Molly flushed angrily.

“We’re not going to talk about Harry, Mum.” Ginny stated as she brushed her vivid, flaming hair behind her shoulders. They were definitely not going to talk about Harry.

Never.

“Be reasonable, Ginny. You love him. We love him.” Molly tried.

“We’re not talking about Harry and my past relationship.” Ginny said through clenched teeth.

“Yes, we are. You’re going to tell us right now why you ended things.” Molly pushed.

Everyone looked back and forth between the two furious redheaded woman.

“No, Mum. What happened between the two of us is between us. I’m not going to tell you.” Ginny stood angrily.

It was time to go. Forget waiting until the meal was finished; she needed to get away right now.

“Harry loves you! He does. He wants you back.” Ron jumped in.

“Don’t, Ron.” She turned furiously on him. “Not you,” she said. He had no idea what he was talking about. One thing she knew for a fact, knew more than her own name, was that Harry Potter did not love her. He was a liar but Ron didn’t know that.

“But Ginny –” Molly started.

“No buts. Things are over.” She slammed her hands on the table, staring into her mother’s eyes. “They are over!  Nothing and no one will ever change that.” She started to walk away from the table.

“You act like he cheated on you or something,” Ron mumbled.

Ginny froze and looked back at Ron. She was seething inside; she was more than mad, she was livid. They had no idea what Harry had done to her; how much he had hurt her. Why wouldn’t they just let it go? Why wouldn’t they just let her live with her decision? She thought angrily.

She turned back to the table and realized that they were all watching her.

“You don’t understand anything that happened! You don’t know anything or how very wrong things were. You act like you want to know but honestly, none of you really do. The crazy part is… that you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you the truth. You’d think I was lying; that I was the one at fault. That’s what you assume now. Now that I haven’t even told you what really happened!” She looked into all of their eyes then she continued.

“Hypothetically speaking, what would you said if I told you that Harry did cheat on me? Would you believe me? Would you tell me that I’m a bloody liar and that I’m just looking for attention because my life is so blasted perfect that I need to cause trouble? Nobody would believe me. Nobody! So, leave it alone. Let it go because whatever happened between the two of us is between us and if I wanted to tell you, I would have!”

Nobody moved or said a thing as they watched her with wide eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. She knew they wouldn’t be able to handle a hypothetical example yet they wanted to hear the truth, know the entire truth. Hah, they couldn’t handle it. Merlin was that muggle right when they said, “You can’t handle the truth.”

She bit her lip then to keep herself from breaking into tears. She turned suddenly, grabbed her cloak and ran out the door.

No one said a single thing as she disappeared from the house; not that she expected them to. She was the baby, the only girl. But it was okay, she didn’t need them. She didn’t need them to understand or know the truth. That’s why she had kept it from them and she was once again glad that she had.

And then when she was out of the apparition wards, she apparated away from their stunned silence.

She didn’t need them; hell, she didn’t need anyone.