Disclaimer: Doubtless, JK Rowling definitely wouldn't adopt this penname of mine, or write angst-y one shots all day long.

A/N: This story was inspired by well… the devil's day. (You know… 06/06/06?) Yeah, the day everyone said the Earth would blow up and be cursed.

Last Tuesday

Last Tuesday the world was supposed to end.

"Harry! Harry! Oh, Harry… you're back! We've waited so long…so long… you're finally back… for good!"

"Not yet Gin… not yet… I've still got to…"

"Oh Harry… are you alright? Are you hurt… at all?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine… just… tired is all…"

"Shh… sshh… it's okay, I understand…c'mon, we've had your beds fixed ever since you left…"

"Listen Ginny… That… that last part of his soul – it isn't going to finish off itself…"

"I know, Harry, I know… sshh… you… you just rest now…"

Looking back, maybe she should have listened to him better… anything that could have helped… but she'd been so scared. Who was this worldly boy who'd fallen limp into her arms…sodifferent from the one she'd bid farewell to last summer?

He'd seen so much… grown up… so much… she'd feared that he'd grown and left her behind.

She must have been just as tired and scared as he was. It's not easy being the one who waits at home… wishing on stars that aren't there…

"Be careful, Harry!"

"I'll try Gin, you know I will…"

"Promise me…promise me you'll come back safe today …For me."

"…Ginny – you know we - we've been over since last –"

"…Harry… just…promise me you won't be a stupid, daft… heroic prick and go get… please…"

"…I won't Ginny… I promise"

"…You – you go get him Harry. You go get him."

She really should have known. Doomsayers had been predicting it... proclaiming it since… well, forever. Voldemort was too powerful to be defeated, they said… Either Harry would die… or they both would. Some said the universe would just explode rather than let the impossible take place.

Really, that might have been more preferable.

"HARRY! No… Harry! … No! … No…no…"

"Ginny…"

"… No…Sshh Harry… sshh…"

"I got him, Ginny… just - just like you told me to. I got him…"

"I know… we're – we're so proud of you Harry…"

"You – d' you think my parents... they'll be proud of me when I see them…?"

"Don't – don't say that Harry! Don't say that…just…don't say it…you mustn't talk like that… you'll be fine, of course you will… you know we couldn't go on if…if something happened… not that it will…we love too much…oh Harry it doesn't hurt much does it?... Just…stay with me until…Harry…"

"Hey Gin…"

"…Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Thanks… thanks what Harry? Why - …HARRY! Open your eyes! Wake UP damn it! Wake up! You – you PROMISED! You promised, you bastard... you still have the rest of your OWN BLOODY LIFE to live MISTER... you BASTARD…you bastard…"

"Slapping him won't work, Ginny."

"What do you know? What do you know Hermione? What do YOU know! Go… just go - run to Ron now… the love of your life isn't he… and – and live happily ever after…"

"Ron – Ron… oh Ginny… he's… gone…"

"…No he can't be…no…NO! …"

"I know Ginny…I know…"

She never did shed a tear... but then again, denial is a long river to travel down…

Last Tuesday the world was supposed to end.

…And how she wishes it had.

A/N: Not my first story (since I've had another account) but…