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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the basic storyline. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered, stroking his hair with tears in her eyes.
"I love you too, Ginny. What's wrong?" Harry asked, hugging her close.
Ginny hesitated. "Nothing," she finally said, looking away from him.
"Ginny…" Harry said pleadingly.
"It's nothing, Harry, really," Ginny insisted, pressing her face into his chest.
"Ginny, you were crying," Harry pointed out. "You never cry, not unless there's something really wrong."
Ginny shook her head. "I can't tell you," she whispered.
"Why not? Are you pregnant again?" he asked.
"No, I just can't tell you."
Harry pressed his lips to Ginny's hair. "Okay," he said reluctantly.
"Have you heard from the kids recently?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, they are having a blast at Hogwarts. Lily's really enjoying herself."
"She should be, she's been waiting forever to go there," Ginny laughed shakily.
"Al said he's been showing her around all week," Harry said, smiling.
"That's good," Ginny said.
That night, Harry was awakened by a horrible scream.
"Ginny!" he yelled in alarm. "Ginny, what's wrong?"
"It's…the…pain," she gasped haltingly. "Hold…me…" she whispered.
Harry wrapped her in his arms. "I can save you," he said frantically.
"No…" she said. "No…one…can…"
"Yes I can!" he insisted, yelling healing spells. He cried when he felt her go limp in his arms. "Ginny!" he wailed. Still crying, he sent a patronus to Ron and Hermione. "Ginny's dead," was the message he gave it, unable to say more. He knew they would come.
A few minutes later, Ron and Hermione Apparated into his room. Hermione took one look at Harry's distraught face and ran over to hug him.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry," she said through her tears.
Ron just stood staring at his little sister's face. "Why didn't you save her?" he demanded.
"Ron, don't!" Hermione said.
"I tried," Harry said. "I tried—there wasn't enough time to get her to St. Mungo's—there was nothing I could do—I—I tried…" he trailed off miserably.
"You obviously didn't try hard enough!" Ron shouted.
"Ron, please," Hermione said quietly. "This is hard for all of us. Please don't take this out on Harry."
"I will be mad at Harry if I bloody well want to be!" Ron yelled.
"This isn't helping things. We need to tell your family, Ron, and the kids," Hermione said.
Ron glared at her but nodded.
"I will pull the kids out of school," Harry said quietly, pulling a quill and some parchment out.
"Ron, do you want to go tell your family?" Hermione asked gently. Ron nodded again and left without looking at Harry.
The next day, Harry looked up from his bottle of firewhiskey as James, Albus, Lily, Ron, Hermione, and the remaining Weasleys walked into his house.
"Hi," he said, hiccupping.
Harry's children came to sit by him while the rest sat down on various chairs conjured from midair.
"What happened?" Molly asked, looking at Harry.
Harry glanced at the three curious students sitting around him. "She died in her sleep," he lied, looking at Molly. "I woke up and noticed that she wasn't breathing anymore. As soon as I found out, I sent a patronus to Ron and Hermione. I'm sorry I didn't send one to you, too. I wasn't thinking clearly." He hung his head, ashamed.
"It's quite understandable, dear," Molly said, hugging him.
The kids were crying softly.
"Look, mate, I'm sorry too," Ron said, his ears red. "I was in shock. You know I don't handle shock well—not that that's any excuse for how I acted toward you," he added hurriedly.
"It's fine," Harry said. "I don't blame you."
A few days later, Ginny's funeral was held. There was a lot of crying, and Harry kept drinking from a flask that he wouldn't let anyone else touch. Hermione guessed that it was more firewhiskey based on the fact that he got meaner as the day went on.
"Harry, you need to stop drinking," Hermione said quietly.
"No!" Harry snarled.
"Ginny wouldn't want this," she said.
"Well, she's not here to stop me, is she?" Harry growled.
"Harry, please?" Hermione asked.
"No. I deserve this. After my messed up childhood where almost everyone I loved died, and now I lose the love of my life, I deserve this," Harry said. Hermione shook her head and walked away.