OOC: Hello and welcome to my fan fic. It's a sad sad day when a legend dies, and this story is about a red head coping with the loss of her hero...enjoy the story!

It was almost unbelievable, as we all stood in the rain, black umbrellas up, trying not to cry. Many of us were more upset than others.
I was the one stood behind the railings, outside the rather large group. I stood behind the bars, not wanting to be with anyone more than myself.
Tears rushed down my cheeks and they combined with the rain. I did not have an umbrella to keep me dry.
Why was it his final goodbye?

They lowered his casket into the muddy whole, the priest saying the final prayers. The tears flowed more easily now. I believe it was my fault, I knew it was my fault.

I whispered my final goodbye to him, and an anguished moan escaped me...

I turned to leave the side of the bars but I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. Behind me stood Professor Dumbledore, my professor for just one more year...

"Hello," he said gently, the twinkle in his eyes all but gone
"Hello Professor...," I said quietly
"Ginny...it wasn't your fault," said Dumbledore gently
"But it was Professor...," I whispered as memories came back to me.

I remembered the great times we had together... all gone. I closed my eyes and every moment I ever spent with him seemed to enter my mind. Every laugh... every smile... every tear... every kiss. Oh, I'd give anything to bring him back and relive it all. But that was impossible. He was gone... for good. Gone for good. Those words echoed through my mind. Was it really possible that he could actually be... gone? Well, he was. And there was nothing that anyone could do about it now.

I felt Professor Dumbledore lift his hand from my shoulder.

"Ginny, no one should have to bear the pain that you carry with you now. Thinking that it was your fault, which it wasn't, will only increase the pain. Why don't you come inside? You don't want to catch a cold here in the rain."

"I'll be in soon then, Professor. I'd... I'd just like a minute or two alone."

"I understand..." He nodded and went back inside. There was no one left out side except Hermione and my brother, now, along with me. They were by the gravesite and I watched from through the bars in a nearby gateway. The setting was perfect for the mood of the day... sorrowful. Hermione and Ron finally went inside and I walked up to the grave. My eyes were sore from crying so much. I dropped to my knees as I read the gravestone.

"Here lies... Harry Potter. R.I.P." I read this and lowered my head. I felt myself about to cry again, holding onto the stone.

"Why?" I whispered. "It's my fault... all my fault..." I began crying again. "Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry!"

"Gin?" A voice said. A voice I recognized. "You know it wasn't your fault." He said. I turned around to face him.

"It was, Ron. It was. And if I were Harry I'd never want to forgive me. It was my fault."

"No." He said, shaking his head. "Nobody could help what happened."

"YOU WEREN'T THERE! Y-You don't understand!"

"I'm trying!"

"Forget it!" I snapped. "It was my fault and that's all you need to know!"

"Ginny, Harry was my best friend. I want to know what happened. How it happened. The whole story... can you at least give me that? He was my best friend, for pity's sake!" He said. I'd never seen my brother so serious and... Upset. Not even when he realized that his pet rat was the man who murdered Harry's parents. Even then it was only disgust... this was sadness.

"It's a long story."

"We've got time now, haven't we?" He said, persisting that I tell him. I really didn't want to. I knew he'd tell Hermione and they'd both realize it was my fault and then where was I left? Alone. Again. Always alone... I'd be stuck without Harry and without friends as well. What good did that do me? But Ron wouldn't give up. "Please, Gin! I need to know!"

"RON STOP!" I said, sobbing. "Not now! If you want to know I'll tell you but don't you DARE make me tell you now. Now, when he's just recently put into his grave. Are you trying to kill me of guilt and sadness?"

"Alright. I'm sorry. But... soon? I need to know, Gin. I need to know how he died... why he died." I nodded and we both went inside. I kept looking back on his grave. They buried him just a bit outside Hogwarts grounds, being the Dursley's didn't care at all that he was dead and his godfather, Sirius, still didn't have a proper home.

Once inside, things weren't much better. I think it was worse because I couldn't see the grave anymore. It made it feel like he was really gone. I was inside, warm, while he was outside in the freezing cold rain, yards under the ground.

That night I couldn't sleep.
The burrow was deathly quiet and I felt so alone. This was where we'd stayed together, the one night before he died, the few nights before he died...
Looking at the ring on the side of my bed made me think. That was the last thing he'd ever given me, just before he died...The whole incident played in my mind.

"Ginny there's something I want to ask you," whispered Harry looking nervously at the floor
I hoped, I prayed that this was what I'd been waiting for.
Harry went down on one knee, we were n the back garden of my home.
"Ginny...Will you...Marry me?" he whispered
"Oh Harry...," I whispered as I hugged him tightly " I want nothing more,"
But the moment I said that someone jumped out and dragged both myself and Harry away.

I didn't want to remember any more. It was too brutal. I couldn't take it. I couldn't take the fact that Harry was dead. He was dead and it was my fault.

I shook my head as if to get all thoughts of Harry out of my brain for the moment. It didn't work of course. I found it nearly impossible to sleep. My night was restless and I got out of bed the next morning having only slept a little more than an hour.