DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

AN: I got the inspiration for this from my one-shot "Lies". This is going to take place in a Voldemort Wins!AU. Some things will not follow "Lies", and others will. I hope this turns out well. You'll find some lines from "Lies" in this.

Ginny squats behind the pillar, taking a moment to examine her hands. They are cracked and bleeding, her nails caked with dried blood and dirt. They are broken.

Broken, just like her.

She wishes she could wash off the blood and dirt. As if that could take away all the pain, all the heartbreak. Her heart is too broken to be repaired.

Maybe this is how life will be like from now on. Days spent hiding in abandoned buildings, crouching until her knees burnt. Days without water, under the brilliant gleam of the sun.

Ginny can never understand how the sun can still shine, how it can give everyone that false sense of hope, only to let it be taken away as the night comes. Most nights are moonless; the fog almost always covers up the stars, the moon. The only light to be seen is the bright glow of the Dark Marks that dot the sky every day. Every night.

"Stop," she says, shaking her head. Her voice is hoarse. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the musty smell of dust. She pulls her gaze away from the sun. "It's going to be okay."

Lies.

They are her only saviours in this dark world.

But they only make her more broken.

Broken.

She hates that word. Hates that it describes her so perfectly.

"Stop!" she says again, pulling on her hair. She glances down at the limp red strands, matted with dust and blood. Another reminder of how broken she is.

She stands up, legs trembling. The world spins around, a flash of color in the darkness that seeps over her eyes.

"Harry!" she cries out, a strangled sob escaping her lips.

"Stay safe, Ginny," Harry whispers, stealing another kiss. "Please." His green eyes—Merlin, how she loves those eyes—are fixed on her, intense. They are filled with a deep longing.

"I wish… I wish you didn't have to do this." Ginny pulls him closer. "I wish we could run away and pretend this never happened."

"It'll be alright, Gin." Harry wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her one last time.

They break apart, eyes fixed on each other.

"Good luck, Harry," Ginny says, holding back the tears that brim her eyes.

"Stay safe, Gin."

Ginny fires a curse as she runs, taking down the Death Eater behind her. Screams follow her wherever she goes, piercing the air in a relentless wave. Flashes of light decorate the sky; it is a picture that should be beautiful, but Ginny knows all too well what they mean.

"Ginny!" a voice calls.

"Hermione!" Ginny yells back, running towards the courtyard. Bile rises in her throat at the sight of blood pooling around her feet, bodies littered like old candy wrappers.

"Ginny…" Hermione bites her lip, eyes watery with tears. She leans on Ron, who has an arm around her waist.

"What is it?" Ginny demands. She shakes Ron by the shoulders.

"Harry…" Hermione breaks off with a sob.

Ginny stares at them, frozen. "What happened to Harry?" When she gets no answer, she asks again, her voice more pleading. "What. Happened. To. Harry?"

Hermione buries her head in Ron's shoulder as she starts to cry. Ron puts a trembling hand on Ginny's shoulder. "Gin…"

"Please, Ron," Ginny says, tears escaping her eyes. "Tell me that my Harry is safe."

"Ginny, Harry's—" Ron is cut off by a loud, mocking laugh.

They whirl around to see a robed figure striding towards the steps. When he lifts his head, Ginny's heart stops.

Voldemort.

"Harry Potter…" A macabre smile takes to Voldemort's lips. "The Boy-Who-Lived..." His red eyes gleam with triumph. "... is now the Boy-Who-Died."

"NO!" Ginny screams, throwing herself forward. "NO!"

Voldemort curls his lip in distaste as he looks at her. "Ginny Weasley, is it? Just another blood traitor."

"No…" Ginny falls to her knees. "No."

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort yells. He waves his wand, levitating a body in front of them. The head rolls back limply, and Ginny catches a flash of green. There is no mistaking the unruly black hair.

"Harry!" she sobs, burying her face in her robes. "NO!"

Voldemort kicks Harry, laughing. The Death Eaters behind him jeer at the crowd.

"Harry Potter is dead!"

The following seconds are only a blur of tears and screams.

Ginny feels arms wrap around her waist and pull her up into a hug. "We have to go," she hears someone whisper.

"No! Let me stay!" Ginny kicks and screams as they Apparate with a pop.

"Harry!"

Ginny blinks dazedly. She reaches up with a hand to touch her cheek, only to find that it is soaked.

"Harry," she whispers.

She wipes her eyes and gets up, pulling out her wand. She leans on the pillar for support for just a moment, then pushes herself off.

"Ginny?" she hears a voice call. Footsteps approach.

Time to put the mask back on.

Time to pretend that she isn't broken.

AN: Well? Tell me what you think! Please review!