Harry turned the corner and saw something that made his heart drop: Ginny was lying on the cold stone floor with a masked death eater standing above her.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" He shouted, lunging at the death eater. The killer merely laughed and began running away, flinging curses over his shoulder. Harry skillfully deflected each curse with hatred. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, and he couldn't stand to look at her, so instead he followed the death eater, swearing to avenge her. But as he was running, he noticed the castle was eerily quiet and it was as if everything was slowing down. He began to look around him as he ran, and what he saw just couldn't be true. Every ten feet or so he would see another dead loved one: Mrs. Weasley…Luna…Neville…Hermione…Ron…

"No!!!" This couldn't be happening. "NOOOO!!!"

Harry flung himself foreword and woke up. A Dream, He thought, Just a dream. Although relieved, this thought did not bring him happiness. Looking back at the night before, all he could feel was sadness and hatred toward the people that had caused all of it. He was feeling a bit more peaceful with the knowledge that Voldemort was gone, but the overwhelming grief quickly pushed that feeling away. He had lost so many people. Colin, Fred, Remus, Tonks, and countless others were all gone forever because of him. He knew it was a little harsh to blame himself for everything, but he couldn't help it; it was in his nature to take the blame.

He slowly rubbed his eyes and looked around the dormitory, giving a start when he noticed the redheaded girl sitting on the next bed over. She slowly looked up at him, realizing he was awake, and gave him a small smile. "Hey sleepyhead," she quietly spoke, as if he was a fragile little boy. "You've been asleep for a while, not that anyone blames you."

"Ginny." So overcome with relief to actually see her alive, he could only utter her name. He noticed how rough she looked, with cuts and bruises all over her, some more serious than others, and he silently cursed those who had done it to her. He slowly got out of the bed, for he was extremely sore from the night before. Walking over to Ginny, he tightly embraced her, and she returned the hug, hiding her face against his neck. They stayed in that position for a long time, so relieved to have the other in their arms. It seemed unfair that they were both breathing while so many others weren't. Harry noticed that she was shaking, and he knew that Ginny was hiding her tears from him. He himself felt the tears in his eyes. It felt good to cry; after so many months of trying to stay strong he needed to cry. He cried with Ginny until both of their noses were red and their eyes puffy. Harry pulled back to look at her. "It's going to be okay," he told her quietly, looking into her sad brown eyes.

She hastily began to wipe the tears off her face giving him a small smile and repeating, "It's going to be okay."