Chapter One
Moments to Remember
Harry's wand dropped from his hand and clattered down onto the table. He could barely stand the sight of Voldermorts body which lay before him. The Great Hall was silent except for the sound of the Dark Lord's followers disappearing cowardly.
"Harry," Ginny whispered; terrified of his frozen state.
Harry did not react to the sound of her voice. He simply stood still, tears glistening on his bruised cheeks. Hermione touched Ginny's arm gently and she stepped away.
Harry stood for only a second longer before he started to run. He jumped down off the table and didn't stop. Voices shouted after him but all he could hear were the screams of his friends as they were killed or injured in the Battle.
It was like the battle was stuck on repeat and he couldn't get it out of his head.
Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Lavender, Collin. They were all dead. And how many others had lost their lives because of him? Dumbledore, Snape, Hedwig, Sirius, his own parents. The lists were endless.
Harry only stopped running when he made it outside, far away from anyone else. He was surrounded by rubble and the ground was littered with dead bodies. Mainly Voldermort's followers.
It wasn't long before Harry sank to the ground, tears dripping down his face. At least 100 of Voldermort's followers escaped alive; probably even more.
"Harry," Ginny said calmly as she approached Harry slowly.
When reaching the point, of where he was sitting, Ginny lowered herself to her knees and hugged Harry tightly. His arms lifted around her waist, encircling her. Ginny changed her position so she could lay her head on his shoulder.
"At least we're still alive," Ginny muttered weakly. "And it's over now. We're safe now."
Harry shook his head. "Not forever, and, right now, I wish I was dead."
"Don't say that," Ginny murmured, holding Harry closer than before.
Harry sighed and kissed the top of Ginny's head. A small smile appeared on her face, at the knowledge Harry still cared about her.
"You're the reason I didn't give up," Harry said quietly.
"Really?"
Harry nodded his head. "I saw the image of your body. You were so still… so lifeless, yet your eyes were filled with fear. I was determined to make sure I never had to see that."
Ginny turned to face Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer, their lips meeting in the middle. The kiss was magical; their lips moved in perfect harmony. Harry pulled away, and lay back on the grass, Ginny rested her head on his chest.
"I miss him," Ginny muttered.
Harry didn't have to ask to know who she was talking about. Fred. Harry had never known his parents, so the loss was not nearly as bad. But Ginny had been with her brothers her entire life, and now there was a hole. Harry couldn't even begin to imagine how George must be feeling.
"I'm sorry Ginny," Harry whispered. "It's my fault."
"You have to stop blaming yourself, the boy who lived."
Harry chuckled lightly. "Is that my new name?"
Ginny nodded, giggling, and pecked Harry's lips. He smiled at her as she sat, looking down, her hair like a waterfall of fire. They would've been content to sit there all day but Ginny knew that her family needed her; especially her mother. She stayed for a few more minutes, lying in the grass with Harry, before standing up.
"I should get back," she muttered.
Harry nodded sadly, but Ginny held out her hand. Harry took it, intertwining his fingers with hers. They walked back to the castle in silence. As they approached the main doors, a voice called out, "Help me."
Harry looked around, trying to find the person of whom the voice belonged to, but all he could see were dead bodies.
"Harry," Ginny urged. "Come on."
"Didn't you hear that?" Harry asked her.
"Hear what?"
Harry shook his head. "It doesn't matter."
Harry continued to walk to the castle, but he couldn't forget the voice asking for help. It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't think why. There was something about it that sent a shiver down Harry's spine and he knew in that instant, that even thought the battle may be over, the war had only just begun.