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Author's Note- Please review! This was m first fanfiction and I would like to hear where I could improve! Also, there will be more chapters later, in a couple of days perhaps. Also, thank you so much to and krc101 for being my first reviews! I really appreciate it!
The Story of Harry and Ginny
Chapter One- After the War
Ginny sat with her head against her mum's shoulder. It had been a late night of repairing Hogwarts, and she was tired, tired of pain, fear, and sadness. She longed for the sounds of laughter and chatter that used to fill the Great Hall, but instead hearing only heartbroken sobs and the scuffle of repairs. She couldn't think anymore. No, she didn't want to think anymore. She was tired of the flashbacks, the sight of Fred falling down, dead; the sight of her friends battling with everything they had, but never quite having enough; and the sight of Harry at Voldemort's feet. She couldn't deal with it, she needed a distraction, someone to talk to. She at first thought of Hermione, but she hadn't seen her since she disappeared with Ron over an hour ago. Ginny wasn't so sure if she wanted to go see what they were up to. Besides, Ginny didn't really want to talk to Hermione. Ginny wanted to talk to Harry, she wanted to see him alive, hear his voice, and ruffle his hair. She stood up, whispered to her mum that she was going for a walk, and slipped out of the Great Hall.
Harry stretched out on his bed. He thought of all the happy times he had here, all the memories of fun filled days and jokes, but knew they would never outshine all the bad. Harry's heart swelled with pain again, and he rolled over. Harry was not sure if he could ever feel happy again. The battle flashed back into his mind, the jets of light, the screams of terror, the cries of the fallen. He couldn't take it. All of those people died for him. Because of him, Fred would never tell another joke, and Teddy would never know his parents. Because of him, so many lives were ended before they ever really even started. Harry let out another howl of misery, and rolled over again. He was so tired, so drained, he almost felt numb. Like everything was happening to someone else, and he was only watching. He wished this was the case. He wished he was lying in the meadows at the Burrow, holding hands with Ginny and watching the stars. But Harry couldn't face Ginny. He couldn't face the pain in her eyes, the scars of the battle in her face. He couldn't bear the thought the he had caused her pain. Harry put these thoughts aside, and with a heavy heart, tried to fall back asleep.
Ginny wandered the castle, wondering where Harry had gotten to. She felt sure he had hidden himself, probably feeling guilty over something that was out of his control. She knew that Harry always blamed himself, but she hoped he wasn't being too hard on himself. She hoped that he realized that he had saved them all. If Harry had not come to Hogwarts and finish off Voldemort, then they would still be at his hands. They would still be suffering, watching and waiting in fear. Ginny closed her eyes and re-focused. She knew Harry would be somewhere quiet and isolated. It suddenly came to her. She snapped her eyes open and hurried along the crumbling hallways, until she came to the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady swung open without question, but had a worried look in her eyes. Ginny wondered what she would find inside. She silently walked up the stairs, and slipped inside Harry's dormitory. She saw his silhouette, sprawled across one of the beds. She crept over to him, and saw him sleeping peacefully. She studied his face, no longer lined with the worries of the battle in his sleep. She imagined those sea green eyes, and their lips meeting in a kiss. She had missed him so much over the last year, she couldn't stand it. Before she even thought about it, she stroked his face. Harry's eyes fluttered open, then widened at the sight of her. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. Ginny realized he was crying when she felt his body shaking. She tried to comfort him, but soon ending up in tears as well. They lay back down on the bed, and clung to each other as if their lives depended on it. They fell asleep this way, hand in hand, pressed together in the warmth of an embrace.