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Written for;
The Triwizard Tournament - no passive voice. (I don't know if I actually pulled this off or not.)
Personal Saviour
He felt lost, always questioning his every decision. Always worrying if his actions, his words, his expression were the right ones to use. He'd thought that when the war had been won, he would be alone, left in peace to live his life.
Instead, his presence was expected at every funeral. He felt pushed into making speech after speech. He lived completely in the open, allowing the press to suggest all manor of horrible things on a daily basis.
She was his only salvation. His saving grace. His Merlin given solace. She held him when he returned from yet another funeral. She made him smile after his many public speeches. She scoffed at the ridiculous accusations and insinuations printed in the daily newspaper.
Harry didn't know what he would do without her. Ginny Weasley was his personal saviour.