Ok heres the next part its not much but ill be writing more tonight!!
Harry walked over to the Dursley's wearing a frown on his face.Looking back at his friends he saw Ginny with tears in her eyes. Then he looked down at his own feet and began to regret the many things that he had done in the past 72 hours.
'I miss her already Dumbledore. Merlin, I love that girl.' Harry had thought that to himself. He stopped walking as that last thought ran through his head. Did he really love her? 'I can't love her. That would kill her.'
"Boy, Aunt Marge will be here in 10 minutes. And if you even try to start any funny buisness...I'll have your head." Harry Looked up at his uncle and said very quitely.
"You know, this year is the year that I become of age. Come July it doesn't really matter. However I will not be here long, I'll keep my place, that is if you keep yours." he looked back down at his feet and then walked to the car. The Dursley's all looked at each other strangely and followed. Harry looked down into his hand. Still clutching the fake Horcrux he sat waiting for Marge to insult him.
"Excuse me Harry..." came a voice that he recognized.
Harry looked up from the Horcrux that he was holding. He looked out the window where the sun was shinging so brightly that he had to cover his eyes with hsi hand. Then he finally matched the face to the familiar voice.
"G-Ginny,w-what are you-" he began to stutter. looked at her. Her eyes were tear staained and red. Her hair was falling into her face, that was something he had not seen since before the night after the Qudditch game. He could see her pain, he could feel it but he did not know what to say.
"I wanted to give you this. It's an invite to the wedding, which your in it by the way." she said very weakly. See you soon and...be safe, I couldn't bare it if you were hurt." and with that she walked away. Harry looked down into his hand thinking of all the pain she must be in.
"Not half as much pain I'm in' he thought scornfully
"Potter...I belive you are in my seat." said Marge. Harry moved over and began to menatlly cry...he missed her already. "Why haven't you any brusies boy?" she asked
'And so it begins' he said to himself.