A/N: Oh hey! So this is sort of a Drabble for now, though I'm seriously considering evolving it into a story. I just like the idea. This was also for a challenge!
Prologue
Screams still echoed through his brain. All of them remembered it-but it was just he who had to live with the guilt, the depression and the dreams... Oh, the dreams. Nightmares, really. They kept him awake at night and refused to let him free. He didn't want to be free. Never again would life be the same. The feel of her soft, warm hands against his... her fiery red hair that he could never cease to stare at. Her voice... Ginny's voice... calling out to him.
'Harry!' Somehow, the redhead managed to slide from her father's grasp, leaping over by his side. He was breathing. The Dark Lord had noticed her presence by now, and she knew he had no reason to preserve her life. But she didn't care about that. All that mattered was that he was breathing-Harry was still alive.
'Who do we have here?' a sharp, raspy voice was that of only one possible man. Voldemort. 'The blood traitor Weasley...'
Harry wanted to do something. He had to save her, just to reach for his wand and...
'I see no use for you anymore...'
Ginny kept her eyes firmly shut, hands cupping Harry's chin. 'I love you...'
A flash of green light. It was over. She was gone. She'd screamed, the last thing she'd ever do. And still, he couldn't move from the spot as members of the Order and students hurriesd about, screaming cries of surprise and trying desperately to shake the life back into the girl. There was no use. She was gone. She was dead.
Ginny Weasley was dead, and he never even got to say how much he loved her.