Written for TayaCurragh's "One book, 607 pages Deathly Hallows Quote Compitition."

My quote was "I know," said (Ginny), and her voice broke. "It's going to be all right." (Ginny didn't have to be used.)

Hope you like!

This is set right after everyone realizes Harry is "dead."

DISCLAIMER: OWN NOTHING!

Harry! HARRY!

I was sprinting through the halls of Hogwarts, leaping over rubble, my heart pounding and firmly and utterly in denial. He's not dead...he can't be dead. My world is crashing down as the seconds pass and I race closer to the door, knowing what I will see, yet refusing to believe it until I see it with my own two eyes.

It seemed only yesterday when Harry had first kissed me in the common room.

When he broke up with me, saying that it was too dangerous.

When he told me he loved me.

But then I hear McGonagall scream denial to the night. And in that moment I know. Know that I will never hear his laugh, see his smile, look into his sparkling green eyes, ever again. And I trip, stumble in my own grief and sprawl to the ground, hearing more cries of shock and denial around me.

I stand.

And that's when I see him, limp as a rag doll in Hagrid's arms. My heart wrenches in two and I shriek out two words, infusing them with every bit of pain in my heart. "Harry. HARRY!"

I break and start sobbing, tears streaming down my face. "No...no," I whisper. "No..he can't be dead, he can't be."

The future I saw infront of me was dissolving like sand into the ocean, streaming away from me no matter how hard I tried to hold on.

I hear Voldemort say that Harry was trying to save himself, and that's why he's dead. I know it's a lie. He would sacrafice himself, the nobel git. I remembered the feeling on the back of my neck as I'd comforted a desprate, sobbing girl, the feeling that someone invisible was walking past.

Someone invisible...

This was all my fault. I could have stopped him. No, no, no. I've doomed the world. Harry Potter is dead and I could have saved him. I vaguely pick up on screams as I sink to my knees, anguish spilling out of me in the form of an ear-destroying wail. But my pain is masked by screams from all around as Neville is set on fire. And when he slices of Nagini's head, that's what sparks me.

I stand. Sprinting back into the Great Hall I hear Hagrid screaming that Harry is missing, most likely being trampled.

My heart breaks and I start to sob in earnest. My mother comes up next to me and briefly draws me into her arms. "He's dead...he's dead..."

"I know," said Mum, and her voice breaks. "It's going to be alright."

These words, the same ones I spoke to the girl as Harry passed, is what jerks me to begin fighting again. Sprinting away from Mum, I hear her call out, but I don't care.

I'm going to avenge Harry.

Even if it's my fault he's dead.

So...like it? Hate it? Review please?

-Winged Quill