"Harry, you can't go! We've barely been able to spend time with each other since I got back from school. We've.."

"I know, Gin. I know. But I have to go, part of the job, you know? And I'll be back before you know it. I wish I didn't have to go, I'd much rather be here with you in my arms." Harry replied, taking a crying Ginny into his arms and holding her tight. "But, they need me, and I won't let them, or you, down. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything Harry."

"Don't leave me..."

"Oh, Harry. I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her as he allowed the tears he had been holding back to flow, rolling off his face into the vivid-red hair of his girlfriend.

TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER

"I don't love you!" Ginny seethed between clenched teeth, "And I never will."

"I don't care if you love me or not. Either way, you're still mine."

"As soon as Harry returns, the truth will come out, and I will no longer be under your control."

Derik laughed as he led Ginny by the arm down Diagon Alley, towards a bridal shop near Gringott's. " If Potter hasn't come back to you by now, he's never going to. It's been two and a half years Ginny!! He's 6 feet under, whether you like it or not. And soon enough, you'll be my wife, so even if he is alive, he'll be too late to save his precious Ginny."

Ginny hastily wiped the tears falling down her cheeks with her free hand as Derik led her down the crowded street. "I'll never agree to marry you! When the priest asks me if I want to, I'm going to scream to the world that I don't love you and that I refuse to marry you!!"

"You do remember the little conversation we had when I asked you out, don't you dear?? The same applies to the wedding, refuse, and, well, you know." Derik said with a sneer as her pushed Ginny through the doorway of the shop. Ginny slightly hung her head in defeat as a witch cam up to her to get the measurements for her wedding dress.

Ginny ordered an ivory dress that was extremely simple, and nothing at all like the dress she had dreamed of. That dress was meant for Harry. Derik doesn't deserve to see me in that dress. After choosing a dress for Derik's sister, who was to be the only bridesmaid in the wedding- Derik didn't want any of Ginny's friends or sister-in-laws to mess with the wedding- they left the shop, heading back up Diagon Alley towards the Leaky Cauldron, which was extremely busy for a Sunday afternoon. The entire time they were in Diagon Alley, Derik kept his hand wrapped firmly around her arm. "I just remembered I have to go visit somebody. I'll see you at dinner." She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and disapperated.

Fog swirled around her as the wind blew leaves through the misty air. She silently glided through the cemetery towards a double headstone in the back corner. Laying a bouquet of white lilies at the base 

of the stone, the girl collapsed onto the plush grass, sobbing. The wind whipped the girl's vivid-red hair around her porcelain skinned, freckled face. "Hi mum... Hi dad..."