Disclaimer: I am definitely not Simon John –- I mean J.K. -– so therefore, I don't own Harry Potter. But damn, you know I wish I did.

Summery: Who is this girl? Could she be…? No, impossible. - Harry met a girl with the exact appearance of his dead girlfriend and his heart is stolen at one glance. But he will soon learn that there's more that meets the eye.

A/N: So everyone should know about now (especially those in Aussie!!) about Daniel Radcliffe's search (or mistaken search) for a mystery girl. Apparently, he locked eyes with a girl and wanted to get to know her better…

Anyways, I got this stroke of inspiration from there and here it goes…

Enjoy :-)

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Stolen Hearts

Prologue

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Dead.

No, she couldn't be dead. No, this isn't the way it's supposed to be. No, they were meant to live. She couldn't be dead. Never.

Tears filled his eyes and spilled before he had a chance to stop them. Not that he wanted to or anything. If he didn't weep now, he would feel so wretched later and people may think that he was callous. But he didn't care what anyone thought of him – she was gone and only she mattered to him.

His hand caressed her face. Her skin was still warm from the beating of life that used to occur within her. She still looked as if life still lived inside her if it wasn't for the lack of heartbeat and the emptiness in her eyes. God, her eyes… still so beautiful even though they had lost their sparkle.

He wanted to kiss her, to feel the tender touch of her lips against his again but what was the point in kissing a dead girl? What good would come from it? This wasn't a fairytale where she would awaken and they could live happily forever after. No, this was real. Too real for his liking.

His heart lurched with the thought of how real the situation was. She wasn't the only one to die tonight and he thought he had protected them. He had died for them, to protect them just like his mother had – then why did she die too? She was supposed to live. They all were but they didn't. He had no one to blame but himself. His intention didn't work after all.

His fingers brushed against her flaming red hair, darker now that it was tainted with blood. He avoided these parts for fear of her blood on his hands was overwhelming. He ran his fingers down her milk white arms, looking even paler than usual under her freckles.

People started to murmur… well, they had been murmuring for a while but the sound barely reached his ears. He was so captivated by the sight before him; he didn't listen to the constant sounds of people talking, the shocked gasp from fellow classmates and the incoherent cries of her mother. But it was something else that pulled him away from his thoughts.

"Harry," a voice told him gently. "C'mon, Harry. You can't stay here."

"No" was his response. He didn't want to leave her side, even more than he didn't want to leave his Headmaster's side that same fateful night. It was like deja vous, only this time, her hand wouldn't be the one to take him away from the sight.

"c'mon, Harry" the voice told him again. A hand that he recognised wrapped itself around his hand, pulling him gently to his feet – but it wasn't the warm hand he was hoping to lead him away from the view. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her empty shell.

She just lay there. Innocent in all of this. Her red hair fanned around her head like a halo. Her eyes slightly bulging with the shock and realisation of what was happening to her. One arm laying limply at her side, whilst the other rested across her stomach, wand in hand.

He didn't want to leave her, but more hands were forcing him to turn. He couldn't understand what the voices were telling them and he spoke in a monotone, in a voice that he didn't recognised. His throat was raw and dry, whilst his eyes were moist and his hands trembled without him realising it.

She was his love. His everything. Everything he ever wanted. All the he ever wanted. All he would ever need. And now she was dead.

No, she couldn't be dead. They were supposed to live and be together. Oh who was he kidding?

She was gone.

A/N: So thus the prologue has been made.

I gotta admit: this is probably my first proper Harry/Ginny story. I normally like the split them up or focus on something else in a story. So as I'm new to all this, be easy on me.

So what do you think?

Love reviews, enjoy constructive criticism that I can laugh at and not care about, dislike horrible flames.

Warning, chapters will not be long at all, but a respectable length. Perhaps I can update faster like that.

Lots of Love,
Creative Touch