Ginny hated blood. It was warm, sticky and disgusting. She had never liked blood. When she was 5 she cut herself on a knife and since then she hated blood. And yet her hands where now covered in the disgusting red fluid. Really it wasn't just her hands. There was blood everywhere, on her clothes and face. On the ground bellow her.
Everywhere.
She was standing on her knees in a big puddle of blood. Although the blood wasn't hers.
It was Harry's.
Harry was lying in front of her. Dead. A cutting curse had sliced through his stomach. From the shoulder and down.
He was dead.
It didn't matter how many times she said it. She still couldn't believe it.
Harry couldn't be dead. He still had to kill Voldermort. He still had to full fill his fate. He couldn't be dead.
Then why where there so much blood everywhere? If he was alive, he shouldn't be bleeding like this. It wasn't normal. Then again. Since when was Harry normal.
Harry would be fine. Ginny knew this. She knew those dull eyes would once again shine emerald green.
So why wasn't he breathing?
She hugged his lifeless body closer to herself. She knew he would be fine. She knew it.
"He's dead Ginny" A small voice in her head whispered.
No! Harry wasn't dead! Harry would be fine!
"He's dead .Gone forever. And you know it."
No... No! Harry couldn't be dead...
But he was. She knew. The blood told her as much.
Dead.
Harry Potter was dead.
He would never come back.
Never.
A sorrowful scream cut through the night.
Harry Potter was dead.
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