Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Warning: NO SUICIDE REFRENCES SAVE THE VERY, VERY END. It's about a suicide mission, which in milatry terms, means that the estimatedsurvival rate is slim to none.

A/N: Please review, this is one of my faves so far.

Dedication: The Brave African American Soldiers who underwent a suicide mission during the Civil War. They were like, the 54th regiment. May you rest in peace.

-NiCoLe-

"It's suicide," a raven-haired teenager stated gloomily as he looked out to the horizon from his spot on top of the hill.

A girl with long, flowing dirty-blonde hair came up behind him, "It's only suicide if you don't have faith."

"Faith is useless," the teenaged man replied. He just looked ahead, never once glancing at the girl who was now next to him.

"You've just given up," the girl stated. It wasn't an accusation, she didn't hate him for it. She was just stating a fact.

"I'll never give up," the teen stated defiantly. His emerald eyes glowed with a determination no one would ever be able to rival. He was the last of the heroes.

"No, you won't, you want revenge," the girl agreed. She smiled at the look in her boyfriend's eyes. She hadn't seen anything in them for so long.

"I want JUSTICE!" the teen bellowed. He was tired of being told he was arrogant and blood-thirsty. He just wanted it to be over.

"Justice is gone, it's too late for justice," the girl replied. She turned her eyes away from his face and turned to look at the horizon. A pain swelled up with in her as if just saying those words was suicide.

Harry Potter looked at his girlfriend. Luna was always so beautiful, so innocent. But she wasn't niave. He knew that, "Then I just want to end this, I'm so tired Lu, so tired."

"She needs to do this Harry. She needs to prove herself. Let her go," Luna replied, smiling a small, sad smile. Ginny was leading the 'suicide mission' into enemy camps. They all thought her nuts, but only Luna understood.

Harry turned to look at Luna. Finally their eyes met. "She's like a little sister to me, don't you realize that?" he asked, fear and pain evident in his voice.

"She'll come back," Luna replied firmly. Although she knew that was a lie. Ginny wouldn't come back. It was a suicide mission after all. Ginny woudl be dead in the morning. But then again, so would Voldemort. It was such a smart plan. Use Ginny and her group as decoys while attacking Voldemort from the shadows. It had been Ginny's idea. Always the smart one, the bright one. The one who was willing to risk her life to save others.

"No she won't," Harry replied.His eyes went back to the sunset. Ginny was probably just finishing getting ready. He turned on his heel and walked to where she would be departing. They were all going out to show their support for the few brave people who were giving their lives for the better good.

"I'll come back," she whispered in Harry's ear. He just nodded, trying against all odds not to cry.

She died that night, and Harry was victorious that morning. He walked through the bloodied battlefield and stopped when he saw a silver being hoovering over the body of Mr. Weasley. Silver tears were falling off said hoovering body. The ghost turned to Harry, "Hey Har."

"Gin?" Harry asked, the crimson hair was visible anywhere.

"Yeah," the ghost replied. They hugged each other.

"You died?" Harry asked.

"It was a suicide mission, Harry," Ginny replied. She looked down at her father's body, "It doesn't matter, though, joining this war was suicide."

"We won," Harry tried to comfort her.

"Yeah, for now," Ginny replied. Then she turned around and began to float away.

Too bad ghosts can't commit suicide.