Hi everyone, this is my first posted Ginny/Harry story. Thanks for reading and all reviews are encouraged!

Without You

Harry watched from under the cloak as Voldemort dueled McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley all at once. His attention suddenly turned to Bellatrix, she was battling with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, all of them battling their hardest but she was their equal. His heart stopped when he saw the killing curse shot so close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch. He charged at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort…

From that moment on Harry knew life was not worth living without her, she was his everything and he needed her to be in his future. Never had someone effected Harry as Ginny did, she was a blazing force to his life that was unforeseen. He was fighting the most important battle in wizarding history for his deceased parents, for the Order of the Phoenix, for his best friends, for his home of Hogwarts, and most importantly for Ginny.

He didn't know if he even had a future, but he knew he loved her so much that he wanted her to have a future. He wanted the best possible future for Ginny, even if that meant it was a future without Harry. He wanted her to live, to raise beautiful (and fiery) children, he wanted her to grow old, he wanted her tell her great-grandchildren of her days with the infamous Boy Who Lived, he wanted her to die peacefully in her own bed with all her loved ones surrounding her, he wanted her to have everything his parents had wanted for him, and they had even died for. In that moment he knew that if it meant dying to save Ginny he would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat.

In midst of the surrounding chaos of the battle, Ginny hexed and dueled like a pro. Her family was all apart, off somewhere fighting amongst the crowd, she was completely isolated from them but she had to trust that they were still out there somewhere. Then her heart stopped…her eyes fell upon the huge figure of Hagrid, holding the limp body of her beloved Harry.

"Harry Potter is dead. We bring you proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters, my Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished…" Voldemort's voice bellowed over the silence of the grounds and castle.

"Harry…." Sobbed Hagrid. "Oh Harry….Harry…"

"NO!" screamed McGonagall

"NO! Harry! HARRY!" Ron's, Hermione's, and Ginny's voices screeched together.

"SILENCE…." Voldemort cried "It is over! Set him at my feet Hagrid, where he belongs!"

Harry's body was placed in the grass… "You see, Harry Potter is dead."

Ginny dropped to her knees at the sight of Harry's dead body. This was not how it was supposed to end, he could not be dead. Forget everyone else, she loved him, she needed him. So many thoughts raced threw her head, like that she never got a chance to tell him that she loved him, not only as her friend, but as her soul mate. She was so certain that she and Harry were destined to spend their futures together, this was not how it was gonna end. Flashbacks of their endless days by the lake, or snuggled on the couch in what used to be the common room. The pain she felt was unbearable, her faith was being destroyed before her very eyes. She could not help but to think of the memories she thought they'd have together in the future. Getting married, making love, having children, growing old…these were all supposed to be with Harry, and now she could never have of any of it.

So much in between happened after that, Harry somehow was brought back to life and the end was set into motion. Voldemort lay dead at the end of Harry's elder wand and every single person who was left fighting rejoiced. Everyone rushed towards him—the first to reach him being Ron and Hermione, their arms wrapped around him, while their shouts deafen him. Then Neville, Luna, The Weasley's, Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout surrounded him. Everyone who had been fighting was trying to get to Harry, everyone wanted to hug some piece of the Boy Who Lived. Ginny pushed her way thru all of those people to reach Harry. When she finally got to him, he grabbed her and kissed her, rejoicing that the battle was really over.