Prologue

Lord Voldemort had just called a truce in the battle. His intimidating voice had penetrated everyone's mind, making sure everyone recieved his message: his armies would withdraw for one hour, allowing the defenders of Hogwarts time to recover the dead. If Harry Potter did not surrender to him by that time, the onslaught would continue.

Ginny Weasley was standing in the Great Hall, weeping over her dead brother, Remus and Tonks while her father tried to comfort her. "Why Fred" she thought through her grief. "Why Professor Lupin, why Tonks? What did they ever do to deserve this?" Fred had been her favorite brother. Sure, he teased her, but all big brothers tease their little sisters. Remus was one of the kindest men she had ever met. He was courageous, selfless, and a great teacher. Tonks had been one of her closest friends, one of the few she confided her secrets with, one of the few who understood her feelings for Harry.

"Harry!" The alarm bells went off in Ginny's head. What if he turned himself in? If he died, all her hopes and dreams that she had had since the age of five would be gone. Ginny had wanted to marry the Boy who Lived since she first heard his tragic story which her mother had read to her before bed oh so many times.

Ginny thought back to her many memories of Harry. She thought of the first time she had seen him at the train station when she demanded that her mother let her go to Hogwarts so she could meet Harry. She recalled the morning when she had first met Harry at the Burrow and had been too scared to even talk to him. She thought about how Harry had saved her in the Chamber of Secrets, the moment when she fell in love with Harry the person, not Harry, the Boy who Lived. Ginny remembered her third year when she had the opportunity to go to the Yule Ball with Harry but couldn't, to the summer after that when Hermione said she should date other boys to try and attract Harry's attention, to their first kiss after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup and the many moments they had spent together that year. She remembered how he had broken up with her to keep her safe and the kiss they had shared in her room on his birthday last summer.

Ginny came out of her thoughts to see Ron and Hermione enter the hall, closely followed by Harry. She tried to get to him, but before she could, he was gone. He had seen the dead bodies and left the hall. She tried to run after him, to go to him and beg him not to turn himself over to Voldemort, but she was grabbed by her Mother.

"Go with Neville and Oliver sweetheart," Molly said. "Help them bring in the dead".

Ginny resignedly set off after the two boys.

45 Minutes later:

Ginny was returning to the castle, the search and the truce nearly over. They had found the bodies of many friends. She had broke down when they found the body of Collin Creevey and vomited when she saw the mangled body of Lavender Brown. Suddenly, she heard a pitiful whimper a few meters away. She rushed towards the sound and found the grievously wounded body of a little girl who, although only 13 or 14, had stayed behind to join in the battle.

"It's alright. It's okay. We are going to get you inside.*" Ginny spoke softly to the girl in her most calming voice.

"But I want to go home, I don't want to fight anymore*" the girl said in a feeble whisper.

Ginny tried to put on a brave face but inside her heart was breaking for the girl. "I know. It's going to be all right*" she choked out, trying her best not to cry.

Ginny grabbed the girl's hand as a gesture of support. She wasn't a healer but she could tell that the girl's injuries were serious. It was doubtful she would survive the night.

Ginny was about to pick the girl up and carry her inside when she felt something that took he breath away. She thought she could feel Harry. Her Harry. She looked in that direction but nothing was there. Thinking he could be under the cloak, on his way to the forest, she rushed over but as she did the feeling past. If Harry had been there, he was gone now. Her eyes filled with tears again and she hoped she was going crazy and Harry hadn't been there at all. Dejectedly, Ginny returned to the girl, picked her up, and carried her towards the castle. The girl died in Ginny's arms before she reached the Great Hall, and Ginny burst into tears again.

Several Hours Later

Ginny was frantic. She had been searching for Harry for ages, and the battle had not resumed. That could only mean one thing: Harry had turned himself over to the Dark Lord.

Suddenly, a shout went up from the doors. "They're coming back," the voice yelled.

Ginny rushed to the entrance to the Great Hall and saw that the Death Eaters were indeed returning. They were crossing the bridge and entering the courtyard. Suddenly she saw something that took her breath away: her beloved Harry was being carried in Hagrid's arms, and he was most certainly dead.

No!" Ginny screamed, again bursting into tears. She felt as though she had been ripped apart. Everything that had been worth living for was now gone.

Ginny couldn't stop looking at Harry's dead body. He looked handsome even covered in dirt. She remembered his beautiful green eyes, and wished with all her heart that she could see them sparkle one more time.

Ginny sobbed silently. Voldemort has cast a silencing charm on the defenders. He forced Hagrid to place Harry's dead body at his feet. Then, he started to speak. Ginny couldn't concentrate on the words, she was so consumed in her grief she barely noticed Neville approach the Dark Lord. All of a sudden, Neville was placed under a full body bind and the sorting hat was ablaze on his head. Ginny forgot her grief for a second and watched in fascination. All of a sudden, Neville threw off the curse, the Silencing Charm was broken, and battle began again.

Ginny followed the crowd into the Great Hall. "If I can't be with Harry in this life, I have to join him in the next," she thought. " I'll just bring as many Death Eaters as I can with me".

Ginny spotted Bellatrix a few metres away. Her eyes blazing, she stepped towards Voldemort's evil Lieutenant, and along with Hermione and Luna, engaged her in a battle.

Bellatrix was good. The battle had been going on for a few moments, and none of her three opponents had managed to even come close to penetrating her defences. All of a sudden, she fired a Killing Curse which missed Ginny by inches.

Damn! I can't even die to be with Harry," Ginny thought.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!**" Molly shouted. She pushed her daughter and her friends away and engaged Bellatrix herself.

Ginny watched in fascination as her mother dueled the despicable witch. All of a sudden Bellatrix toppled and Voldemort was alone. He let out a cry of rage that shook the hall. All of a sudden, a massive shield charm enveloped the hall. Ginny looked to see who had cast it but everyone looked just as surprised as she did.

All of a sudden, Harry appeared. He had cast off the invisibility cloak and walked up to Voldemort. Ginny watched as Harry and the Dark Lord engaged in a war of words. She heard Harry explain to Voldemort that he had made his last mistake and that Harry was the master of the elder wand, whatever that was. Then, she saw the Dark Lord cast one final killing curse, saw Harry respond with his signature expelliarmus, saw Voldemort's wand fly from his hand into Harry's and witnessed the Dark Lord topple to the ground, finally dead.

As Ginny slowly processed her thoughts, she became more and more furious. She was sitting in the Great Hall, her head in her mother's shoulder. "Holy hell," she thought. "that prat ditched me last summer. He wouldn't let me fight, he ignored me outside earlier, I'm sure that was him. He went away to die just when I thought I had him back. How could he!" She decided then and there that if The Boy Who Lived ever wanted Ginny Weasley back, he had some serious explaining to do.

Suddenly, Ginny noticed Harry sitting with Luna. Enraged that he hadn't sought her out, she was about to go over to him, to demand an explanation, to yell at him for leaving her one more time, when he disappeared again.

"Damn," she yelled again, as her frustration boiled over.

*Quoted from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pages 568 and 569

(Bloomsbury Publishing UK edition).

**Quoted from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Page 602

(Bloomsbury Publishing UK edition).

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