I remember watching Harry Potter's best friends flank his side moments before they walked onto the large, dark field before the battle. My heart surged with an unsteadily beat, I could hear the blood chug-a-lug-chug-lug in my ears, and I felt the icy numbness of adrenaline course through my veins.

Harry walked as if the world was resting upon his back, even with faithful loyal friends surrounding him. I remembered our conversation from months before as my feet too hit the soft, dewy grass.

I laughed to myself at this memory wondering why now, on the brink of war I decided to remind myself. We tried to date for a short while, but realized that friendship was all we had to offer one another.

But I still cared deeply for him, as I had since I saw him standing in my kitchen when I was eleven. I saw flashes of our memories running through my mind… our first kiss under the mistletoe, lounging by the lake, staying up late writing foot after foot of parchment together… well, along with Ron and Hermione.

Actually, come to think of it, I couldn't hold any substance of a memory in our relationship that the 'golden trio' wasn't right by his side.

I could hear his voice in my head, "I guess that's it then? I really thought we were going to make a great couple…"

I laughed lightly, "You know Harry… I thought we would too, but I'm glad things are the way they are now, everyone is happy."

Happy... I guess everyone is happy, considering. I shook the memory off and stared at the back of Ron's head, good lord was it huge. Literally, I couldn't see around him his body was so long and burly. Muscles stretching his t-shirt sleeves to their limit, I had to admit Ron must have looked intimidating, even for Death Eaters who hid behind their masks.

His shoulders were square and his head was down as if he were a predator, stalking the prey in front of him. I noticed in the teeniest of passing Hermione and Harry exchange a long and meaningful look before facing forward like Ron.

The cool autumn wind whipped through my hair, I could smell the wet leaves and damp earth, I could taste the salty lake that sits just over the levy. I could feel the vibrations from the shuffling of feet, big and small on the ground beneath me. My head buzzed noisily and stomach flattened to my spine.

I felt a pricking in my eyes and hot tears run down my face. The roll of nausea crept up my back like right before you get a muggle vaccine, and I'm pretty sure my heart had stopped beating.

Ron reached his free hand back to me wordlessly and I grabbed onto it like a lifeline. My brother gave me a strength I didn't know I had inside of myself.

A cackling laugh brought my attention back to reality. I could easily see the form of Bellatrix Lestrange advancing with joy to the field from the very outer edge. She was singing a lullaby my mother used to sing to me before I went to sleep.

Now almost seventeen, was I ready to die for the greater good, with an old nursery rhyme running through my head?

I gripped Ron's hand tighter as I could faintly hear Harry rally the troops,

"Witches, Wizards, and Creatures of the World- the time is now! It is time to stand against this one evil, to rid the world of blood hate, and cruelty. This is OUR chance for retribution, to do something REAL and TRUE and HONORABLE. I know that no matter what happens today, no one will have died in vain, no one will ever be forgotten. We are the FUTURE, we are making today a more extraordinary tomorrow! Prepare yourselves TO MAKE HISTORY!"

Although I consider a pep-talk before a game a bit corny, Harry's last minute speech was all I needed to focus. I heard my twin brothers sound a battle cry. I grinned, YES, I was ready.

Die, mother fuckers.

I ran through the crowd with my wand flourishing ahead of me. I could hear screams and shouts. I could see blood and bodies tossed aside, disheveled and broken. My head was full of angry hornets, I screamed out hexes and grunted protection spells to the fallen.

I ran past Luna Lovegood who was standing still in the midst of the battle. She was gazing at the body of Neville Longbottom, tears streaked her pale face and enlarged features.

"Come on Luna!"

She didn't move from her spot, only fell to the ground with her hands over her face, rocking back and forth as she grabbed his hand and wailed on.

"Luna, he is gone… Luna, they'll kill you!"

I tried to grab her arm to thrust her into standing position but she wouldn't let me.

"No, Ginny! I can't go on, I want to die… Oh God I just want to die here, with him. I cannot leave him here. I can't do it."

She buried her head into Neville's chest and sobbed painfully.

I was at a complete loss for words. I had no idea… I began to plead with her, beg her, but she wouldn't move. Seconds later I was hit by a red flame in my left arm, knocking me to the ground next to Luna.

I felt her move to my side, I heard her call my name, but I couldn't see anything. Just as my vision had begun to come back, I watched the green lightning bolt hit Luna's chest. I stared horrified as she sunk into the mud next to her beloved.

My heart was definitely not beating anymore. It was impossible.

I turned quickly to see who had murdered Luna and watched as Rudolphus Lestrange advanced toward me. He had a slight limp in his right leg, causing him to hunch over and run lopsided.

My breath was ragged and I saw the heat from my lungs became dense in the air. I barely scrambled to my feet before he hunchback had reached me. He shot a spell my way and I deflected it.

He shot two more, one after another as I shot my killing curse at him. I felt the blow of a thousand hot knives slicing through my skin, the weight of them unbearable. I didn't have time to notice Rudolphus fall to the wet grass and remain there.

I mustered all my strength to continue. I faintly heard a screech of bloody murder from not too far away from me. Bellatrix had witnessed the downfall of her husband as I sent the killing curse hurtling in his direction.

She was walking in my direction, craze in her eyes, blood on her face and teeth and hate in her entire posture. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of red hair, and I turned to see who it was. I ducked to avoid the Killing Curse and heard a familiar grunt of pain.

Turning back again to see a white and gold spell light up my skin and illuminate the space around me. My body was ablaze again, like hot oil was running down my sides. I looked down to realize the oil I felt, was actually blood. In my immediate shock, I hadn't realized the damage that was done to my own body.

I tried to take a step and collapsed, just as two hands reached me. After a flash of silver, I couldn't see, my mind had gone black. My world had gone black. I could barely hear him…

"Ginny, its gonna be OK, I'll protect you."