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The dawn breaks, but I feel no sunlight or warmth on my face. The frigid cold of the morning nips my nose and it is as though the tears of grief and victory freeze on my face. I scan the ground, my green eyes blank. You almost can't see any grass, there are so many bodies. What was worse, I wondered, the bodies of the people I loved, hated, and knew littering the ground, or the fact that I am not one of them. I have to survive in this brave new world. I hate it. I would've rather died. I hate the dawn.
A cough sounds in the distance, and it could be my imagination, but it sounds very close, almost in my head. I turn quickly, my hair whipping around my face in the morning breeze. Stepping quietly over to the sound, my lips turn to a quiet frown. White blonde hair, stained with blood. It is almost poetic. Draco Malfoy, the boy I once loved, the boy who took everything from me, and here he is, at my mercy. I kneel, taking his head in my hands. His pained grey eyes stare at me, glassy.
"Ginny." He rasps, and although he could save himself with his silence, I do not stop him from speaking. "I'm sorry." He whispers, and my face grows cold. "Don't lie, Draco. You don't care, you never did." He shakes his head, wincing at the wound in his neck. "I love you." I lay his head gently on the grass and stand, calling for someone, anyone to save him. The sunlight finally kisses my face, it's rays gently warming my skin and giving me a reason to smile. Maybe this dawn wasn't so bad.
Minutes passed by like hours, the voices of the fallen and those who would heal them slowing to a dull moan in my ears. I couldn't breathe or think. Just hours ago, I flicked my wand with a brave grimace on my face, but now, my knees prepared to buckle beneath me and I wanted to vomit. Why did Ronald's blank eyes stare up at me from the ground, and not his enemy? It was a victory, yes, but a phyrric pointless one, for what was the point of being free if the people around you had perished. Someone comes up behind me and places their arm on my shoulder. I want to look, but I might faint if I move, my feet are rooted to the ground.
"Ginny..." I hear Harry's voice. He sounds as bad as I am, worse. He should feel worse. Fucking bastard. I turn my head to look at him, and his face swims before me. The sound of his voice calling my name in concern makes my stomach flop and my head spin. I'm fainting. Coward. Before I faint, I lean foreward and retch on his shoes. I go black in silent victory.