Chapter 1- The Funeral

I'm back again guys! Glad you enjoyed my previous work but here's another long story for you. This story is my way of giving Ginny more of a role in Deathly Hallows as I believe she needed more spot light but that may be because I just love Ginny as she is and has always been my favourite character. I apologize for mistakes and as you know I am just a normal 13 year old who, unlike Joanna. K. Rowling, does not own anything of Harry James Potter and the world in which he saves and lives. Please Review! Hope you like this new story- Enjoy!

It was one of the darkest days in the wizarding world although everyone knew there were many more to come. For today was the day of Albus Percival Wolfrick Brain Dumbledore's funeral. Not a bird had sang that day and even the sun was in deep depression as it mourned behind the many dark, grey clouds that filled the murky sky. Everyone was quite apart from the stray sound of sobbing. Everyone had lost all hope.

As she watched everyone leave, Ginny lingered behind to stand close to the stone grave of her once beloved headmaster. No one had ever known how close Ginny Weasley had ever been to her headmaster except for her of course. Even her boyfriend, Harry Potter, had no idea of her attachment to the old, deceased man. After her first year, she had frequent meetings with Dumbledore, right up until the day he had died, which he had put together to help her cope with the stress and guilt she had ever felt about being possessed by Tom Maravolo Riddle. He had been a great comfort to her, like a grandfather in some respect. She worshiped that man and would always remain loyal, even in his death.

She slowly stepped forward towards the grave once everyone had left and she was clear from her family. She took out her wooden wand and waved it gently so that it formed a small, delicate reef of daisies in front of the plaque. Daisies had always been Dumbledore's favourite, he had told her in one of their first meetings. She backed away as she felt hot, burning tears form in her eyes. Ginny Weasley never cried, she was always a strong girl but she had lost one of her most trusted friends.

She turned around with tears streaming her face, to see them glistening emerald orbs she had always loved so much. Harry was now standing in front of her as she hastily wiped the small rivers that marked her cheek, not wanting him to see her weakness. She enveloped herself in his embrace as she held her tight to his chest, not wanting to let her go. He kissed her hair as she cried deep into his shirt.

"Promise me you'll be careful," Ginny whispered as he tightened his hold on her waist. She knew that he couldn't completely promise this as the quest he was about to begin would be the most dangerous missions he would ever have to accomplish but it would make her feel better.

"I'll try," He genuinely answered as he bent his head to kiss her hair again. Tears slowly built in his glossy, green eyes at the thought of leaving the one he loved in danger and the possibility that she may not be there when he returns as well as the possibility that he may not return at all. "Promise me you'll stay safe and not do anything reckless and stay out of trouble. And for me, please, stay clear of Malfoy if he returns," Harry whispered in her ear, they were completely alone now.

"I much as I'd love to, I can't promise that," Harry pulled away slightly to look into her eyes after hearing her reply that was full of words he didn't expect.

She looked him in the eyes as more tears leaked over the edge of her amber ones, "I'm sorry Harry but, whether you like it or not, I am going to fight in this battle even if I can't be next to you. I am going to fight alongside you and I am going to fight for you!"

The tears rolled endlessly down her pale, freckled cheeks as she saw his face change from concern to slight anger.

"Ginny, no! I can't allow you to do that! You know I have lost everyone who has ever cared for me to that wizard and I am definitely not prepared to lose you to, no matter what you say. I have to do this alone. Hermione and Ron wouldn't be coming with me if I had my way but you know what they're like! Please Ginny, just stay out of danger!" Harry pleaded as he could feel himself start to cry alongside her.

"No Harry! I'm not going to sit by and watch the world go by while you've left me! I'm going to fight! I'm going to stay loyal to you like I always have and finally do you justice! And if Malfoy does come crawling back, he isn't going know what hit him!" Ginny almost growled at the sound of the name she has always cast as a disgrace for a wizard.

Harry's eyes softened as he looked at strong women who he loved so much. "I'm sorry that I have to leave you, I wish I didn't have to," Harry said, pulling her back into his chest as his tears hit her hair.

"No you're not. I know that you just want to get rid of that abomination more than the rest of us. I'm just sorry that I can't help you," Ginny sighed as she pulled back again slightly to look deep into his clouded eyes as they both cried into each other's embrace.

Harry lifted her chin with his finger and bent down to kiss her slowly, softly on her tender rosy lips, "I love you Ginevra Molly Weasley." He said softly as he broke the short kiss and looked into her crying amber eyes.

"I love you too Harry James Potter," Ginny sighed again as he looked at her with all the love in the world.

He turned and walked away, leaving her standing in the rain in front of Dumbledore's dampening, rain splattered grave. He walked towards Ron and Hermione who looked as though they were already about to go. He looked back at her crying form as he disapperated.

That night, Ginny Weasley cried herself to sleep with thoughts of worry for the love of her life. Praying to Merlin or anyone who would listen that he would stay safe and come back alive as well as coming back for her. That night, Ginny vowed to herself, no matter how much she promised Harry, that she would fight to the death for him: always.