Disclaimer - I am simply borrowing this wonderful world of magic for a while to daydream in; all characters and ideas that can be recognized belong to J.K. Rowling.

We're going to fix things love I promise

Ginny woke with a start, her mind groggy and unfocused. Slowly, her brain began to wake up and was assaulted with a tidal wave of unwelcome memories. She rolled over onto her back, head resting against a soft, fluffy pillow as she fixed her gaze above at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to avoid spilling any tears. Dimly her brain processed the fact that she was in the hospital wing. Her gaze unfocused and silent tears spilt out the corners of her eyes, quickly drenching her cheeks.

Her eyes glazed over as she relived the gut clenching, terror filled moment when she had seen her Harry dangling lifelessly in Hagridʼs arms, his glasses askew, limp as a rag doll... Unbidden her last memories of Tonks floated to the surface, tears streaking her horror filled features as she saw Remus hit in the back by a jet of lethal green light... And just as she reached him she recalled seeing her heartbroken eyes glaze over as the spell hit her right in the chest and she was lifted into the air, her arm reaching out in a futile attempt to grab her husbands' falling form as she was propelled backwards straight into the stone wall. Her crumpled form just lying there...

Tears were flowing freely down Ginny's cheeks, yet she made no move to wipe them away. Gently, painfully, she tilted her head to the left and her gaze landed on the beaten form of her brother, George... George... She hid her face in the pillow, loosing her last bit of self-restraint as she thought of Fred. Never again would he tease her, never again could they laugh at a successful prank the twins had let her in on... Heʼd always been there when she needed him, he'd always listened to her, held her when she cried all those nights while Harry was gone... Never again would he talk to her... never again... Her mind went blank, the shock temporarily numbing her thoughts, for which she was grateful. She tried to steady her breathing, and she rolled over to the right unable to look at George for the moment, his mangled form bearing to great a resemblance to that of his twin.

Wearily she pried her eyes open once again... and gazed straight into the worried, deep green orbs of a dark haired youth. "Harry..." she murmured softly. Seeing her stir, Harry felt warmth blossoming within his chest as he was filled with an immense sense of relief that she was conscious once more. He didn't know what he would have done if she hadn't ever open those beautiful eyes again... He rose quickly from his bed and came to sit on hers, pulling her into a strong hug against his chest with as much force as he dared without hurting her petite form. He felt her arms wrap around his waist and she buried her face into the crux of his neck and cried. He cried too.

After a while she lifted her gaze and Harry looked down and saw his own joy and relief at seeing her alive mirrored in those eyes looking into his. She lifted her hand and gently wiped the tears off his cheek.

His heart leapt at the contact, and the ghost of a smile graced his lips. Then he bent his head, and gently kissed her tender lips. She kissed him back, reassuring him that she was alive and well.

Ginny broke away gently and sighed.

"Oh Harry..." she said softly, "I thought I'd lost you!"

Harry felt a pang at the lingering terror he could see in her gaze. He took her and and said, "Ginny, look, it's alright. I - "

"No it's bloody not alright!" Ginny screamed, her sorrow nurturing her anger. "You went into those woods expecting to DIE!" she continued. "You DIED Harry! I had lost you!" Her voice broke, some of the ferocity leaving her gaze.

"Y..You didn't even say goodbye.." she whispered softly.

Harry lowered his gaze. "Ginny... I couldn't.." He looked up and saw the hurt and confusion that flooded her gaze. "No, listen to me." He stilled her words with a gently finger on her lips. "I was afraid that if I saw you again - if I went to you one last time.. Well, that I wouldn't have the courage anymore to make it my last."

A single tear slid down her cheek.

"I'm sorry Ginny.." Harry sighed, looking more worn out and beaten than she'd ever seen him.

"I know." she replied. "Harry, I love you. More than anything, and I just... when I saw... life without you.. I just.."

"Shh..." Harry whispered stroking her hair as she gave in and rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you too Ginny."

A small smile graced Ginny's features, but it flickered and went out as thoughts of all those who had not survived slipped into her dreary mind.

"I just wish so many hadn't died. That there was a way we could undo the meaningless deaths... To turn back time..." Her voice drifted off as she slipped into a deep, exhausted, dreamless sleep. Harry gently laid her down and feeling as though he had just been slapped across the face, her last words echoing around his mind...

'To turn back time'...