hey guys im back. this one is a little different for the harry ginny reunion theme
disclaimer: I wished I owned it.
Ginny POV
Everything inside her froze. She couldn't breathe. They marched closer celebrating confident their side had one. Then I saw why. In Hagrid's arms was the boy who would never die. The one I among others had been fighting for. Now what had he done? Gone and sacrificed himself. What would happen to Hermione? What would happen to Ron? Oh God what would happen to any of us? Now I wanted to punch Harry. How could he be so stupid? I saw Ron wrap his arms around Hermione but I had no one.
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Luna, Hermione, and I fought as one and it was a good thing too otherwise we would be dead. We were the perfect match for Bellatrix. The woman who killed Sirius. The one who had tortured Neville's parents. The killing curse flew past me less than an inch away. My mother stepped in front of us to take over. I tried to protest but something else caught my eye. The flutter of an invisibility cloak being taken off. For a moment me heart stopped beating. Was he really there standing in front me breathing?
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I stormed up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were on the couch leaning against one another but I paid them no attention. I stomped up to the boys dormitories and barged in. Harry's face was bruised and covered in dirt and his hands were draped and bloodied. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and he had a sandwich halfway to his mouth which was agape. When I had barged in there I had been to yell at him a beat him up about giving himself up but now that he was here… I couldn't.
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Harry POV
Kreacher brought me a sandwich and I sat down on my bed. Peace at last. I heard someone run up the stairs and before I could grab my wand in came Ginny Weasley. An angry looking Ginny Weasley. I was debating whether or not I should have grabbed my wand. I waited for the hex but it never came. Instead I felt a pair of arms encircle me and I looked down. Ginny had buried her head in my chest but I could still see the tears that had sprung from her eyes. "Ginny?" I asked uncertainly.
"I thought you were dead," she mumbled. I pulled her closer and she lay next to me on the bed. I stroked her hair and Ginny burrowed closer next to me. I drew the hangings around us and we were enfolded in darkness.
"Does this mean you'll take me back?"
"Of course you prat."
ok so I was getting bored with all the cliché Ginny yelling at "HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
in the future I might make it longer... maybe
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