Be strong, For I love you

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That honor belongs to J. K. Rowling.

AN: THis is my first HP fic. I was a little bored so I just sat down and wrote it. Who knows how many people are actually going to read this but if you do... write a review please!

what if the potter family had known about the prophecy? two loves. one power. one life. lily. harry. ginny. goodbye. i. love. you.three words. many actions. which will be taken?

Days. Weeks. Months. How much time had past, Ginny was unable to tell. All she could feel was her heart shattering and the pieces ripping her body apart. There was a knock on the door before it opened. Was it Harry?

"Harry asked me to give this to you.", Hermione said. She could find nothing else to say though. She was usually good with words and feelings but in this case, there were too many emotions. Too much bull shit.

"Goodbye Ginny. I hope to see you when we get back." Ginny pulled Hermione into an embrace. "If you come back.", she whispered into her bushy-haired friends ear. Hermione smiled softly, turned and was gone. For how long was the only variable.

Ginny carefully opened the letter. When it was fully opened, a small green pendant dropped out. She put the necklace aside and started to read.

My Darling. My Harry,

Time is not important in this case.

Death, as Dumbledore says, is a part of life. Life on the other hand seems to be the only part that matters.

A one man band is nothing to be proud of, keep your friends by your side when possible. If I was only there with you I would be honored and joyful to take part in that support group. If only we had more time.

Live your life, make me. Make us proud. Show the world that you are more than what they see, more than the one who hurts or the one who overcame. Show them that you are your own self, not the boy who lived.

I want you to do this so that I will know that you are my son and that, tragic story or not, you will become what you want to be.

This is my wish for you and it will be one of my last thoughts. Ignore the possibilities of danger. Ignore fate.

Fight for what you believe in, not what others want you to fight for. I believe you will do this out of love for me. For your mother.

Always remember, whatever you do, whenever you do it, I will always, forever and ever, dead or alive, love you.

Your Mum,

Lily Potter ♥

Ginny finished reading and blinked away tears. At the bottom, in a messy scrawl that she knew well, were the words

Follow her advice. If I don't come back. Never forget me, but don't linger. I love you. Harry.

When Harry Potter looked around, the area was a complete mess. However, one body stuck out. Running over, Harry picked up the body of a girl with long, red, hair. Around her neck was a thin, silver chain with a green pendant. In her pocket there were two pieces of paper. One was a letter from Lily Potter. The other had no signature. All it said was:

Live life to the fullest. I died fighting for what I believed to be right. I chose this. Don't blame yourself.

I. Love. You.