It was so beautiful.

So vibrant and colourful.
She had been like that once.

It flowed from her is rivets and streams, pooling around her. Like an ocean.

Life Blood. That's what they called it.

Some life she had led. Poor innocent Ginny Weasley would never do anything to change anything. Just a pretty face to stand by; useless.

But little Ginny Weasley was not innocent. Far from it.

She had seen and felt far too much for a fourteen year old girl. Just a child.

It was funny; She always insisted she wasn't a child. She was old enough to do whatever anyone else could do, but when the time came it struck that she was too young, too immature, too weak to do anything.

Not anymore, she vowed.

No more teasing, no more surrendering herself to whatever came.

She was not a child and she would prove it.

It kept on spreading wider and wider. She wondered what her last thought would be, and if her last thought would be thinking about her last thought; then gave up.

She could feel herself getting weaker, the edges of vision blurring.

And the door opened.

She knew who it and looking up confirmed it.
She gave a weak smile, "Sorry Tom, you caught me at a bad time."

He was at her side in an instant. Wand out trying to seal the cuts before anymore of her life was lost.

She cupped her hands and brought a cupful of blood up to her eyes.

Quite beautiful.

She could feel the wounds healing slowly. 'Maybe your magic won't be enough this time.' she thought still examining the scarlet pool in her hands.

She lay back against Tom's chest and he draw her to him. She smiled up at his as the room went a little duller turning black and white.

"Why Ginerva?"

She hadn't expected his whispered words, or their soft despair.

She gazed up and him. Even in monochrome his midnight eyes were bottomless and rich like she had never seen before.

It suited him, his difference, his immortality.

He had once told her that he could not live without her and she had believed him. For the sustenance of his soul and life force was dependent upon her.

He had become part of her outside herself when he had returned, using her as a regenerator.

And she had known what she had been doing right from the beginning. Known of her betrayal to her family and friends.

But now it all came down to this.

Ginny Weasley - no longer a child but a woman sacrificing herself as Lily Potter had for her loved ones, - touched Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord's cheek gently.

"Ah, my dear Tom. I love you, but I love the world more."

A single tear rolled from Tom's eye. Ginny wished with all her heart that she wasn't doing this to him; her Tom, her love.

But she had a duty to her friends, her family, the wizarding race.

And for one glorious moment she knew that she and Tom would meet again.

In the next life or wherever she was going to go when she died. She would find Tom again.

"We will meet again."

And the world went black.