Summary: After the battle for Hogwarts Ginny is left the only one standing. Everybody she ever loved is dead. To escape the pain she runs into the Forbidden Forest wishing for a place where she could be happy. After running for hours she stumbles and stays on the forest floor hoping to die. but who would find her... the White Wizard.

With the support of a wizard, a man, a dwarf and a elf, Ginny will need to learn to live her life again. But how do you do that when they just dumped you in the middle of another war.

AN: You all might recognize this story from the writer MGO. MGO stopped writing because of the bullying. I have requested to adopt this story and finish it with a better ending. The story will be longer, I plan on writing detailed chapters till Legolas and Ginny reach Valinor. Hopefully the story will be more detailed and without so many mistakes.

AN2: MGO stopped writing because of the bullying. She was enjoying writing stories greatly but readers who cannot except that things might be non-canon made it impossible for her to continu. She is a good friend and it's a shame. Therefor I will not accept flaming, bullying or any form of negativity beyond the norm. Anyone, needlessly being a bully will be reported immediately

That said... enjoy the story!

1. The world crumbles

She stumbled around, her wild dark brown eyes jumping from dead body to dead body. She whimpered when she recognized her best friend amongst the dead. Hermione's wild curls clung to her bloodied face, her dead eyes staring into nothing. Her breathing stopped and painful spasms ran through her body as she looked down at Hermione's mangled body.

Two steps further she found a tuff of red hair and a wail escaped her. She fell to her knees next to her youngest brother. He was dead as well. His shirt had been torn and the large deep cuts exposed more than she ever wished to see. The cuts had long stopped bleeding, dried blood covered the ground around his body.

Tears fell from her onto her brother's face. It didn't make things better but she couldn't help it. The tears just kept coming but they didn't release the pain. After crying for what felt like a lifetime she looked around. To her horror she noticed more red hair around her, the twins, her father.

She felt sick, her stomach was heaving but there was nothing that could come out. The scene around her made her feel like she was living her worst nightmare. Dead and tortured people everywhere she could see. She started to recognize even more faces.

Suddenly the need to run from this bloody scene became overwhelming, she had to find her mother, Bill maybe, or if all failed, Luna, at least somebody to hold onto as her world collapsed. She needed somebody to tell her it was a nightmare, to wake her up.

She knew Harry was dead. As she stumbled towards the forest she remembered his last moments, he died together with Voldemort. In a big blast of magical power they both found death, freeing the world from the Dark Lord. Somehow she had known it would end like that, deep in her heart she had somehow expected that Harry wouldn't return to her but she never expected it would hurt so much to loose him completely.

In de midst of the Hogwarts grounds she let out a feral scream to release some of that pain.

As she tried to run from the dead behind her another set of red haired dead bodies appeared close at the edge of the forest.

"No!" she gasped and ran towards the unmoving body of her mother. "No!" she wailed loudly.

Next to her mother lay Fleur and besides the part Veela, Bill. "No, oh Merlin no. Please!" she whimpered. She crawled over to Bill, shaking his shoulder. She never noticed the large gash across his stomach. "Bill, please wake up, please Bill, don't leave me alone. Please, please, please. You can't be dead."

Her body shook violently against the pain as it ripped through her body. Her family dead, the man she loved dead, her best friend also dead. She was alone, alone with her pain. It felt like her body was being ripped apart but still able to breath and live.

"No!" she screamed loudly. The pain and anger released an unintended blow of magic around her, pulsating until it left her exhausted.

"Ginny?" a soft voice said behind her. She looked up to see McGonagall looking at her with compassion, maybe even pity. Even the strict teacher had her eyes red with tears. Her grey hair loose around her face was cover in blood as well but at least her eyes showed signs that she really was alive. The pity on her face and the hurt in her eyes made all the deaths so final, so definite. Pain ripped through her again, she wanted her family back. She skidded backward as McGonagall tried to step closer.

"It's over, Ginny." McGonagall said softly, "No one is going to hurt you again."

She shook her head, completely dazed by the pain, McGonagall's words never really reached her. She felt trapped by her loss and pain, trapped by the darkness that was surrounding her. She wanted to get away from it all, she wanted, no need to be released from the pain.

The need to get away from the pain grew but Death wasn't there to give her that sweet release. It was hurting too much, ripping her to pieces. She scrambled to her feet, tried to utter an apology and she ran away. Into the forbidden forest.

She ran, it felt like hours but she ran, tear streaking down her face. Her breath hitched constantly and her body ached from all the wounds it had sustained during that final battle but she ran, away from the pain.

With every step she wished she could get away from it all, away from the world that had fallen into pieces around her, away from the cold and pain. She wished she could be in a happy place again. A place where she had people left that cared about her, a place that could comfort her. However, just away from this painful place was enough for now. All she could think about was that she wanted to escape and in her mind the only true escape was death. She would be back with her family than.

She ran until she couldn't run any further. There was a stabbing pain in her stomach, the cuts and bruises on her body really hurt a lot and she was tired, so damn tired. An up sticking root of one of the abnormally large trees made her stumble. She was too tired to even stop her fall. With a groan she hit the forest floor and stayed there.

She didn't want to get up, there was no reason to get up, every reason for doing something had been taken away from her. Nobody would be waiting for her return, nobody would care if she stayed on the forest floor or not. There was nobody left to worry about her injuries, nobody left to love her and care about her. She just wanted to stay there and die. That way at least she could be with her family and with Harry.

Somewhere in time, long after she fell, exhaustion took her. Never noticing that somebody was watching her.