Sunday, January 8th ~ Late Afternoon
Ginny's stomach was in knots. It had been all day. She had no problem seeing Harry, or even spending time alone with him, but it was what she needed to talk to him about that had her stomach doing flip flops. Her instincts told her to run; forget having made plans with him, forget that getting past this may be what will keep her from running from Severus, forget about being a responsible adult. Growing up is highly overrated.
A bigger part of her knew that it was do or die time. That although rehashing the past with Harry was not on her 'Things I Must Do Before I Die' list...at least not again, the alternative wasn't looking too good either. She would eventually run out of places to run off to and there were only so many apologies people were going to accept from her.
After Apparating to Glen Hollow, she inhaled deeply before knocking on the front door.