It had already been dour days since it happened, but Ginny was still in shock. She refused to believe what everyone else had grudgingly accepted. Hermione had been crying almost constantly, Ron was refusing to speak to anyone besides Hermione, and Mrs. Weasly was nearly as bad as Hermione. Ginny was the worst though, after all he had promised to come back to her, and the life they would have had together, it was a wound to her heart that could never be healed. She still remembered the pleading, panicked look in his eyes when he shouted for her to get clear. He had looked so sad, as he threw away all of his hopes and dreams, and all of hers.
They had been fighting together, even after a year of being steadfastly ignored, Ginny still ended up at his side. She had been fighting Snape, while Harry had been dueling Voldemort. It was a dead stalemate though, neither one could get an advantage over the other, and in the end Harry had had only one option left, the last ditch resort. He had screamed at Ginny to run away, to get clear, and she obeyed, only to watch her only love embrace Voldemort, and burn out his own magical core. When harry did that, it caused a very large magical explosion. By the time the dust cleared, all that was left of Tom Riddle and Harry Potter was a lightning bolt-shaped burn mark on the ground.
She refused to believe that he had left her, not after everything she had gone through waiting for him, it wasn't fair. She deserved to be happy now, she deserved harry. And he deserved her. Ginny hadn't eaten, spoken, or moved much since it happened, she was just laying in bed at Hogwarts, replaying every memory she had of Harry over and over in his pensieve, trying desperately to convince herself that he wasn't dead.
Hermione was very worried about her adopted family. They were all worried about her, because she was always crying, but that was healthy, at least she wasn't repressing her emotions, like Ron, or desperately trying to cling to any remnant of Harry, like Ginny. The poor girl was going to starve herself, she spent nearly every moment pouring over Harry's pensieve, reliving her memories of him, and it wasn't healthy. Ron was just being Ron, trying to play the tough guy, when inside he was really hurting. At least he was eating and, to a lesser degree, talking, if only to her.
Ginny was lying on the floor, curled into a small ball, sobbing hysterically. She was watching her first kiss with Harry, for the fifth time that day, and it had finally hit her, when she saw how his eyes lit up when their lips touched, he was never coming back to her. She would never see or hear him again, never kiss him again, never marry him, never be Mrs. Potter, never watch their children grow up. Well if he couldn't come back to her, she was going to him. She'd do anything to be with Harry, and she didn't want to live without him anyway.
Bill was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, it had been a while since he'd been here, but with the state of things, and the way his family was reacting, he needed to be close. He had been trying to talk to Ginny, he had always been her favorite brother, but every time he tried she either ignored him, or disappeared into that damn pensieve. That was why he was greatly surprised when his little sister walked down the stairs for the first time in days, looking like she was in some sort of trance. He called out to her, but she either didn't hear him, or she was ignoring him. When she made it to the portrait hole, Bill decided to follow her. Ginny led him up to the seventh floor, and then onto the astronomy tower. Bill has the faint hope that she might be here to say goodbye to Harry, or maybe just visiting one of "their spots".
Ginny climbed up to the tallest tower in the castle, never knowing that Bill was following her. She remembered the time she and Harry had spent the night up here, just lying together, watching the stars, and enjoying being together. She climbed up onto the parapet, turning to once again scan over the top of the tower, and then she stepped off.
Bill watched curiously as his sister climbed up onto the wall, wondering what on earth she was doing. Realization hit him when he saw her face as she turned, and Bill lunged forward, desperately trying to catch her before she fell. He just managed to catch the back of her robes, but it was a close thing. It was also a good thing that Ginny hadn't been eating, light as she was Bill only just managed to pull her up. When he did he pulled Ginny as far back from the wall as he could, easily resisting her feeble struggles. He sank down when he felt his back hit the wall, cradling Ginny in his arms.
"Why Ginny? Why?" sobbed Bill, having nearly lost his sister.
"I miss him so much Bill, I miss him. I don't want to try and move on; I don't want to live without him. I swear I could see him at the bottom when I looked down, he was waiting for me, and I was going to him, why did you stop me?"
"I don't want you to die Gin, no one does, think what it would do to everyone, we've already lost Harry, we don't want to lose you too."
"You'd rather I was miserable for the rest of my life? Forcing myself to live for no reason? Because I know I'll never be happy without him Bill, I'll never be able to smile again. He's waiting for me Bill, please let me go to him."
Bills heart broke for his sister. He didn't doubt her words, she meant everything she said. Bill slowly released his arms, resolving not to tell anyone about this. Ginny rose shakily, barely able to stand. She managed to get back onto the wall, then turned and smiled at her brother. Bill knew she must be telling the truth, she must be seeing Harry waiting for her, because no one else could light up Ginny's face like that, only Harry. Bill blinked back tears, and by the time he opened his eyes, she was gone.
Bill sat up in the common room all night, waiting for his family to join him, so he could tell them the news. It took until nine in the morning, when Ron and Hermione came down together.
"I have some bad news.'' said Bill...
"How could things get any worse?" asked Ron.
"Ginny killed herself last night.'' said Bill.
It took a few minutes for the news to sink in, but the result was as expected: tears. Only Ron wasn't crying, in fact, he looked happier than he had been in a week. Bill gave him a questioning look.
"She's with Harry now, which means she's happy, which means he can rest easy. You know that even in death he would still miss her."
That morning was the last time that anyone cried for Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. They were celebrated, for all they had done, and for all their happiness together. Ginny's body was buried next to Harry's empty marker, and their headstones forever proclaimed their love.
"Beloved husband, friend, and seeker"
"Beloved wife, friend, and chaser"
The fact that they never got married was never mentioned.
A/N—Let me know what you think if you want more. This chapter was short because I just wanted to get the morbidity out of the way, but any future chapters would be at my normal length, 4000-7000 words. Please Review!
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