A Harry Ginny One Shot.
He did it. He just beat You-Know-Who. Before everyone. When there was no hope left… Look at everyone going over to congratulate him. He looks … Exhausted. Wiped out. Proud of himself. So … Shocked.
Hermione and Ron first, of course. Always. They look so happy too. They helped loads I bet. And Mum. George is still too shocked to moved, I think. I can't quite realize either, that Fred's really gone forever.
I turn away and wipe away a tear. A tear full of Fred and worry and hope and Tonks and Lupin … Will Harry still want me? Has he got someone else now ? I didn't talk to him earlier and now …
How selfish am I??? Fred … is gone, Mum… must be in a terrible state. And Percy's back ! Should I celebrate?
A small laugh escapes my mouth and I'm too late to bite it back. I feel like a center of attention, a weirdo who's laughing while so many are crying. The wounded are being healed and the dead are being watched over. I hurry to get out of this room, this room that feels like a cemetery.
Apart from Harry. He's happy. He can live now, I suppose. With whoever he wants.
That again! My guilt starts up on me again, when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. Hoping it is and praying it isn't who it probably is, I spin around.
Hope wins again. Staring at me though scratched glasses, the Harry Potter looks down at me. Boy is he dirty ! And he's got blood all over him … But never mind. He's still my Harry Potter. I smile at him. I throw my arms around him. And kiss him. Not caring that my mum is watching. It's a long kiss, deep and passionate. I can tell he's missed me too.
I got my Harry Potter back.