Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until book 6.
A/N: WARNING: This is and will continue to be an extreme tear jerker. A lot of our favorite characters are dead! Please do not send anyone from the Society for the Protection of Our Beloved Ron after me (said group does exist). Anyone depressed should not read this story. It's like that. I will do a sequel to bedfellows later to make up for this. It will have a decent ending, but you might not like the turns it takes to get there. Everything thus having been said, you have been warned so please don't yell at me. (though creative criticism is appreciated along with reviews). Thanks and for those who still want to read – enjoy.
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Harry Potter knew he was dying. He could feel the life leaking out of his body. He had just vanquished Voldemort and in doing so pushed himself past magical and physical exertion.
The fact that he was dying didn't bother Harry as much as he thought. He would finally be at peace and content for once in his life. No, dying wasn't what was bothering him. What was bothering him was that he was seeing images of Ginny Weasley every time he closed his eyes.
Wasn't your life suppose to flash through your eyes when you die? If so, why in the blazes was he seeing Ginny?
The images rushed by . . .
A little girl with red hair holding her mother's hand, "Mom, can't I go . . ."
Her waking up in the Chamber of Secrets, tears pouring down her face. "Harry – oh, Harry –I tried to tell you . . . "
Ginny's face turning that distinct shade of red and muttering "hello," then she giggled at something George said about the twins being prefects.
Her wincing as Neville stepped on her feet at the Yule Ball.
Fire dancing in Ginny's eyes during his fifth-year. "Lucky you," she said coolly.
The look of pride, joy and a little fear on her face as the shiny prefect badge fell out of her letter.
Opening his eyes, he saw a blue sky then Ginny's worried face came into view. Ash covered her pink cheeks, and there was blood on her robes. She had been crying. Gingerly, she placed his head in her lap.
"Hold on Harry," her soft voice came as her eyes filled with tears and fear.
Harry closed his eyes. He didn't want his last memory of her being one of her in pain. The images dancing across his mind now focused on her playing Quidditch and laughing.
Ginny had seen him fall. Harry and Tom were battling, each tired and hurt. Dumbledore's crumbled form between them. The headmaster collapsed taking 20 Death Eaters with him and clearing the way for Harry to fight Tom.
Ginny, herself, had been fighting off Death Eaters and dementors nearby. Tears had been streaming down her face for awhile now. The precautions she had set up for her loved ones had failed. Her mother, Ron, Remus, Hermione, Colin and Dean were all gone. She hadn't seen the rest of her family for awhile. They too might be gone, she thought heavy-heartedly.
Then it happened. A brilliant light filled the clearing where Harry and Tom were. There was a massive backlash of magical power, and everyone within 500 years were knocked off their feet. A cloud of dust settled around the area. Ginny looked toward the clearing. At first, all she could do was hear them.
"I'm still standing boy!" she heard Tom laugh eerily. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Yes," came Harry's exhausted voice. "That is the best I can do Riddle."
"Then it's not enough Potter," Tom said happily. "Avada Kedavra!" There was no noise for a moment. It was as if everyone in the universe was holding his or her breath. It was during this time the dust settled. Ginny could see both Harry and Tom still standing. Tom had his wand pointed at Harry. Harry's wand was no where in sight.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom yelled again in an almost panicked voice.
"It won't work Tom," she heard Harry say, seeing a slight smile on his lips. "You're pure muggle now. There's not a single drop of magic left in you."
"YOU'RE LYING! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom said jerking his wand trying to perform a spell.
"The worst you can do with that now is give yourself a splinter," Harry said bitterly.
"You couldn't even kill me like a man Potter. Muggle or not, I can still kill you."
Looking down at the fallen headmaster, Harry stated calmly, "There are worse things than death, and you are about to find out what it is. OBLIVATE!"
A hazy looked crossed Tom's eyes, as Harry moved toward him. Harry held his wand in his hand.
"No matter what you think about when you think back on the last 17 years all you will remember is the horror you have caused on everyone," Harry stated before muttering another spell.
Suddenly it felt like Ginny's emotions were doubled and then the duplicate ripped from her. Looking around, she saw that everyone, students, Order members, aurors and Death Eaters alike were having the same thing happen to them. She could see the emotions, no powerful memories -- all of which were filled with pain and suffering for loved ones -- rush through the air and hit Tom directly in the chest.
"NO!" he screamed, clutching his head. Tom staggered around like a mad man, throwing his arms out like trying to swat the emotions away. When that didn't work, he grabbed a Godric Gryfindor's sword near Dumbledore's body and plunged it into his abdomen.
"Love was the key," Harry said softly before he collapsed.
Ginny had rushed to him. The remaining Death Eaters were either in shock or were apparating away. One of them though fired a few shots before leaving, one tearing a gash into her arm. She didn't feel it though, all she felt was her feet as they moved closer to Harry.
"Hold on Harry," she urged him as she laid his head in her lap. He looked up at her with those emerald eyes full of so many emotions, and then he closed them. Ginny could tell his breath was getting ragged.
Fishing the necklace from around her neck, Ginny pulled the small vial attached to it out. Pulling off the stopper, she tilted Harry's head up, forcing his mouth to open a little more.
"Please Harry, hang on just a little while longer," Harry heard her sob. Then suddenly something cool and tangy came pouring down his throat. Whatever it was, he didn't want it. There was no use, he was dying. He tried to spit it out. Whatever medicine she was giving him could be used on someone else.
"Please Harry," Ginny pleaded pouring more into his mouth. "Please take this."
To stop him from spitting more out, she lowered her mouth to his.
Harry felt Ginny's lips on his. It was an odd sensation that happened as they touched. The pain was numbed and in its place was a twirling sensation. His eyes were still closed and he dared not open them. He really didn't need to at all. All he could see now was a brilliant white light. For a second he wondered if Ginny's kiss had brought the gates of heaven to him. Then all went blank.
A/N: WARNING: This is and will continue to be an extreme tear jerker. A lot of our favorite characters are dead! Please do not send anyone from the Society for the Protection of Our Beloved Ron after me (said group does exist). Anyone depressed should not read this story. It's like that. I will do a sequel to bedfellows later to make up for this. It will have a decent ending, but you might not like the turns it takes to get there. Everything thus having been said, you have been warned so please don't yell at me. (though creative criticism is appreciated along with reviews). Thanks and for those who still want to read – enjoy.
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Harry Potter knew he was dying. He could feel the life leaking out of his body. He had just vanquished Voldemort and in doing so pushed himself past magical and physical exertion.
The fact that he was dying didn't bother Harry as much as he thought. He would finally be at peace and content for once in his life. No, dying wasn't what was bothering him. What was bothering him was that he was seeing images of Ginny Weasley every time he closed his eyes.
Wasn't your life suppose to flash through your eyes when you die? If so, why in the blazes was he seeing Ginny?
The images rushed by . . .
A little girl with red hair holding her mother's hand, "Mom, can't I go . . ."
Her waking up in the Chamber of Secrets, tears pouring down her face. "Harry – oh, Harry –I tried to tell you . . . "
Ginny's face turning that distinct shade of red and muttering "hello," then she giggled at something George said about the twins being prefects.
Her wincing as Neville stepped on her feet at the Yule Ball.
Fire dancing in Ginny's eyes during his fifth-year. "Lucky you," she said coolly.
The look of pride, joy and a little fear on her face as the shiny prefect badge fell out of her letter.
Opening his eyes, he saw a blue sky then Ginny's worried face came into view. Ash covered her pink cheeks, and there was blood on her robes. She had been crying. Gingerly, she placed his head in her lap.
"Hold on Harry," her soft voice came as her eyes filled with tears and fear.
Harry closed his eyes. He didn't want his last memory of her being one of her in pain. The images dancing across his mind now focused on her playing Quidditch and laughing.
Ginny had seen him fall. Harry and Tom were battling, each tired and hurt. Dumbledore's crumbled form between them. The headmaster collapsed taking 20 Death Eaters with him and clearing the way for Harry to fight Tom.
Ginny, herself, had been fighting off Death Eaters and dementors nearby. Tears had been streaming down her face for awhile now. The precautions she had set up for her loved ones had failed. Her mother, Ron, Remus, Hermione, Colin and Dean were all gone. She hadn't seen the rest of her family for awhile. They too might be gone, she thought heavy-heartedly.
Then it happened. A brilliant light filled the clearing where Harry and Tom were. There was a massive backlash of magical power, and everyone within 500 years were knocked off their feet. A cloud of dust settled around the area. Ginny looked toward the clearing. At first, all she could do was hear them.
"I'm still standing boy!" she heard Tom laugh eerily. "Is that the best you can do?"
"Yes," came Harry's exhausted voice. "That is the best I can do Riddle."
"Then it's not enough Potter," Tom said happily. "Avada Kedavra!" There was no noise for a moment. It was as if everyone in the universe was holding his or her breath. It was during this time the dust settled. Ginny could see both Harry and Tom still standing. Tom had his wand pointed at Harry. Harry's wand was no where in sight.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom yelled again in an almost panicked voice.
"It won't work Tom," she heard Harry say, seeing a slight smile on his lips. "You're pure muggle now. There's not a single drop of magic left in you."
"YOU'RE LYING! THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Tom said jerking his wand trying to perform a spell.
"The worst you can do with that now is give yourself a splinter," Harry said bitterly.
"You couldn't even kill me like a man Potter. Muggle or not, I can still kill you."
Looking down at the fallen headmaster, Harry stated calmly, "There are worse things than death, and you are about to find out what it is. OBLIVATE!"
A hazy looked crossed Tom's eyes, as Harry moved toward him. Harry held his wand in his hand.
"No matter what you think about when you think back on the last 17 years all you will remember is the horror you have caused on everyone," Harry stated before muttering another spell.
Suddenly it felt like Ginny's emotions were doubled and then the duplicate ripped from her. Looking around, she saw that everyone, students, Order members, aurors and Death Eaters alike were having the same thing happen to them. She could see the emotions, no powerful memories -- all of which were filled with pain and suffering for loved ones -- rush through the air and hit Tom directly in the chest.
"NO!" he screamed, clutching his head. Tom staggered around like a mad man, throwing his arms out like trying to swat the emotions away. When that didn't work, he grabbed a Godric Gryfindor's sword near Dumbledore's body and plunged it into his abdomen.
"Love was the key," Harry said softly before he collapsed.
Ginny had rushed to him. The remaining Death Eaters were either in shock or were apparating away. One of them though fired a few shots before leaving, one tearing a gash into her arm. She didn't feel it though, all she felt was her feet as they moved closer to Harry.
"Hold on Harry," she urged him as she laid his head in her lap. He looked up at her with those emerald eyes full of so many emotions, and then he closed them. Ginny could tell his breath was getting ragged.
Fishing the necklace from around her neck, Ginny pulled the small vial attached to it out. Pulling off the stopper, she tilted Harry's head up, forcing his mouth to open a little more.
"Please Harry, hang on just a little while longer," Harry heard her sob. Then suddenly something cool and tangy came pouring down his throat. Whatever it was, he didn't want it. There was no use, he was dying. He tried to spit it out. Whatever medicine she was giving him could be used on someone else.
"Please Harry," Ginny pleaded pouring more into his mouth. "Please take this."
To stop him from spitting more out, she lowered her mouth to his.
Harry felt Ginny's lips on his. It was an odd sensation that happened as they touched. The pain was numbed and in its place was a twirling sensation. His eyes were still closed and he dared not open them. He really didn't need to at all. All he could see now was a brilliant white light. For a second he wondered if Ginny's kiss had brought the gates of heaven to him. Then all went blank.