I sighed as I sunk down into a seat. The clock slowly ticking away the night. My feet ached from all the walking I had done. I took my shoes of. Letting them warm in front of the dieing fire. I closed my eyes and let my surroundings sooth my anxious state. I missed Harry. I was worried that he was hurt.
Or worse.
But I just couldn't think about that. It wasn't a possibility. I hated Him, Ron and Hermione for leaving me behind. I was a Weasley girl. I could take care of myself. I was able enough to have gone with them.
The sound and light generated by softly dieing flames was an amazing antidote to my unsettled feelings.
Hogwarts was in ruins since it was put under the control of Snape.
And Voldemort.
Even thinking about the name made my stomach clench in disgust, and my heart beat faster in loath.
But my brain screamed out in fright.
'Ginny,' I sat bolt upright, and spun round.
My mouth dropped open. Those, enchanting emerald eyes, that scruffy raven hair that I had had the pleasure of running my fingers through. The soft mouth curved into and inviting smile.
Harry.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I ran at him. Embracing him in a hug. I felt his arms wrap round my waist. I pulled back and looked at his eyes. Drinking in all the emotions that were displayed in front of me. Looking into his eyes was like looking into his diary. His soul was in front of me. Letting me share his grief and suffering. He had chose me and me alone to help him. Even if he hadn't let me help search for the horcuxes.
I pulled his head closer to me. Gently pressing his lips to mine. I thread my hands through his hair. Loving the way it slipped through my fingers. I had craved the feel of him. His absence for so long a big dent in my heart. I deepened the kiss. Harry letting me lead. Moving his lips in time with mine. I wanted more. But he felt empty somehow. Like he wasn't all there. I looked up at him. A single tear slid down my cheek as I realised what the matter was.
My eyes opened. I was still curled in a seat in the common room. I had dreamt it. Harry wasn't really here. One day he would return to me. One day this war would be over. Harry would be able to relax and lead an almost normal life. He would go back to being Harry. Just Harry. But of course, one thing will change.
He wont be everyone's Harry.
He will be My Harry.