"I will never let you go Ginny Weasley, not in a million years."
Yet here he stood, watching the love of his life walk out the door of number 12 Grimmauld Place. How could this be happening? One minute, it's like they haven't seen each other for a year. The next, they were fighting.
"Wait . . . Ginny!" Harry called after her.
She turned around, "No Harry, I have to go," she said, "This isn't going to work out anymore, we're falling apart. Goodbye." She stepped to the door.
"Ginny, please, I love you." He said, trying to think of the best thing to say.
Facing him she said, "How can I be sure if you really do? We barely spend any time together because of your stupid, new job."
That was true, "It's not stupid Ginny. Your overreacting!"
"Don't tell me i'm overreacting! I'm not!" she shouted, her ears turning red. She turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Harry watched as she walked down the street, away from home. He closed the door, falling apart inside. She was gone, and he couldn't do anything about it. He messed up. And she was gone.
Making his way to his bedroom on the 3rd floor he thought about what had just happened. Were they really over? Just like that? This couldn't be.
He lay on his bed thinking about what to do next as he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
*
"Harry wake up." Someone was shaking him to get up. Harry grabbed his glasses off his bedside table and sat up. It was Hermione. "Honestly Harry, you're going to be late."
"Late for what?"
"What do you mean, 'late for what' Harry? You're going to be late for your own wedding!" she squealed.
"My what?"
She rolled her eyes, "For the love of God, Harry, you're killing me! Get up!"
"Where's Ginny?" he asked, noticing she wasn't laying beside him.
"She's at the burrow, getting ready, kinda like you should be doing too."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Now, get up!" she said, pulling him out of his warm bed.
Harry and Hermione disapparated from Grimmauld Place and arrived at the Burrow in a matter of seconds. People were already there putting up tents and hanging strings of flowers. There were white chairs lined up in a row with a white rug running through the middle.
"Harry, let's go!"
"Oh, right, okay."
Harry got ready in Ron's room, with Ron, while Hermione helped Ginny into her gown. Guests were already arriving, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were showing them to their seats.
When Harry and Ron were ready, they made their way to the end of the long white rug in the garden, where they would both wait (Ron was Harry's best man).
back in Ginny's room, Hermione and Fleur were almost done helping Ginny.
"You look beautiful Ginny!" said Fleur.
"Thanks you, you do too."
"Not as beautiful as you!" Ginny laughed at that thought.
"Harry is going to be stunned!" exclaimed Hermione. There was a knock on the door, in came Mrs. Weasley.
"Are you ready, baby?" Mrs. Weasley asked, motioning to Ginny.
"Yeah, I am." she sighed, admiring her dress in the mirror.
"Good, your father is waiting in the family room."
Ginny followed her mother down the stairs, Hermione and Fleur close behind, looking absolutely gorgeous in their light blue Brides Maid dresses.
Mrs. Weasley left them all and ran across the lawn to take her seat, tears filling in her eyes.
Mr. Weasley admired Ginny's gown. It was a strapless white dress with lace running down the front and onto the back.
Hermione and Fleur walked down the aisle and took their seats. Now it was Ginny's turn.
"Ready darling?" asked Mr. Weasley?
She looked up at him, "Ready."
The two of them started down the aisle. They were halfway there when there was a flash of green light and Ginny Weasley went falling to the ground.
Little Teddy Lupin screamed at the sight of her dead body. People started to break into tears, others panicked.
Harry Potter ran over, his heart beating fast, and cried over his fiances dead body.