The Worst Day of My Life

I stand here, not seeing, not feeling. All the people rush around me and I stare blankly trying to focus and see one face. That face is the only one that matters and I haven't seen it in hours. He disappeared.

" Ron, Hermione! Have you seen Harry?"

" No.. Ginny, you don't think…" Ron looks at me with concern. I think he can see the panic clearly on my face as my blood runs cold.

" Don't worry Ginny. Harry wouldn't have gone in to the forest. He knows we can do this together."

Hermione means well and she is trying to keep us calm and in control, but I can see the terror in her eyes as well. She is just as scared as Ron or myself.

" Hermione, I really think he-" my voice breaks and I don't know if can continue to speak, " might have gone out there."

Suddenly I'm in an entirely new place. I still see everyone around me, but I can no longer hear anyone. Not one single person in this crowed and chaotic castle. Then, all of the sudden I'm on the ground my head on my knees quietly trying to suppress the tears that want to come. I feel Ron sit beside me and put his arm around me.

" Come on, Ginny. Let's go find everyone else."

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he …."

And that's all I heard. The rest didn't seem important. A buzz of chatter started to build around the room everyone wondering what to do next. Me, though I slowly stood and stayed as still as a statute, trying to keep my entire life from crashing in front of everyone.

Professor McGonagall was the first one to move, and believe me I don't think I've ever seen her move with such speed. It was her rushing past Ron, Hermione and myself that brought me out of my stupor. The three of us hurried after her to get to the front steps.

It was while hearing McGonagall, Ron and Hermione's shouts of "NO" That I saw him.

Being carried in Hagrid's arms.

Completely lifeless.

It was at that moment I knew my life would never be the same. The life I thought we could have had flashed before my eyes. Little children with messy black and red hair learning to play quidditch.

I didn't even hear myself yell out, but from Charlie and Bill placing restricting hands on my shoulders and Harry's description of it several days later, it must have sounded like I was dying. Which if you think about it, really I was. My entire future was gone in that one instant.

*****This is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction. I've been an avid reader for years, but I'm doing an creative writing project for school and I'm going to submit a series of fanfiction as my project. So any one with any advice or comments would be much appreciated. Thanks read and review Please *****