This is a small one shot about Ginny and Harry...might not be that good cause this is my first one shot so please bear with me. Oh, and don't forget to review.

The first time I saw you, it was as if a whole new part of me had opened up. You were the only one I could think about and

you were the only one who I wanted to think about. I loved your messy black hair and your green eyes, I even loved the

way you looked with your glasses, but that doesn't matter. As I look back, I remember all the times that you were good to

me. Back in my first year, you saved me from the Chamber. You were such a hero and I was so grateful for that. Then

slowly we became good friends, I wasn't Ron's little sister to you anymore. Then in your fifth year, I knew that I had to help

you save Sirius. Though it didn't end well, I was still there for you. Do you remember the time when you were sitting

outside one night at the Burrow and we were talking? You told me how much pain you felt, and then you asked me that one

question which I could never forget. You asked what the point of living was if you had nothing left. Do you remember how I

hugged you and said to live for your friends, live for those who believe in you, live so that you could kill You-Know-Who,

and live for me? That was the first time that I realized that I loved you. Love is something so strong that it can't be broken.

You looked at me and said Thank you Ginny. You were so caring and strong; even when the war came, you gave it

everything that you had. Do you remember? I was right next to you when it happened. You-Know-Who hit you with the

curse and at that moment you and dead. I was heart broken...It tore me apart. I could not live my life without you Harry

and I mean it. As he turned to shoot me with the killing curse as well, I saw Neville. I was amazing to see how much he had

changed over the years. Afterwards I faintly remember Neville saying that it was you who gave him the courage to kill You-

Know-Who. Though Neville was victorious, You-Know-Who had fired his last spell. It hit its mark, me. It doesn't feel any

different to be dead I suppose. But what does it matter? I'm with you...