Fate
Chapter 1- It's Over
The battle had ended, the war was done. It was over. A blood red sunset could be seen on the horizon and only two people were left standing in the secluded valley where it had all taken place.
She looked at him, the dying sun reflecting off of her flaming red hair. He looked at her, his emerald eyes drawn automatically to her bright brown ones.
She moved toward him, stepping over the bodies of the dead and the fallen. He met her halfway, blood running down his face, leaking from a cut just above his eyebrow. She raised her wand and healed the cut; it seemed to be a gift to her.
They stood together, the two lone survivors, this duo was all that remained of the quartet that and entered the war. They looked at each other, both teenagers, neither of them even eighteen. They stood alone in the sea of bodies that was the battlefield.
Without a word they closed the distance between each other. He held her close as tears fell down her face. Neither of them stopped to think that some of the people on the ground surrounding them could need help; they only had eyes for each other.
Her tears were for the fallen, for her brother and her best friend. The tears were for the man in front of her, who had completed his mission and defeated the Dark Lord. It really was over.
He held her tightly, burying his face in her flaming red hair, taking in the familiar scent of roses as the sky was cloaked in darkness.
"I love you."
Her voice was whispered, a choked cry in the dead of night.
"I love you too, but you shouldn't be here. I told you not to come."
He sounded angry, but the young woman didn't wince or flinch. She only held him tighter.
"I tried, but I couldn't handle the waiting and worrying, so I showed up to fight. You have no right to be angry."
He sighed.
"I'm not, it's just- you could have died. I don't know what I would have done if you'd-"
By then he'd lifted his head out of her hair to look at her and she placed a finger over his lips to silence him as his voice cracked.
"But I didn't."
Her lips met his. Neither of them was sure who had moved first, and neither of them cared. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, keeping him close. He kissed her hungrily, pulling her closer to him, his hand on the small of her back. Their passion increased as the seconds ticked by, and after a few more seconds she pulled back, resting her forehead on his shoulder. He took the time to look around.
"Ginny… where are Ron and Hermione?"
Her heart dropped. He didn't know, and she hated to be the one to have to tell him.
"They're dead Harry. Malfoy got them both."
Her voice was shaky and she bit her lip as the tears welled up in her eyes again. Harry could only stare at her trying to take it in. It was like a wave of cold had washed over him. Ron and Hermione had died.
"What happened to Malfoy?"
Harry had already decided that Malfoy would pay, oh yes; he was definitely going to pay.
"He's dead too. He was hit by a stray curse from a Death Eater… a curse that was aimed at me."
Her voice faltered as she said it and he pulled her closer, drawing her into him and holding her tightly. She could have died…and it would have been his fault. Ron and Hermione did die, and it was his fault…
Ginny buried her head in his shoulder again, crying away her fears. Before either of them could do anything else, Aurors flooded the area. Harry and Ginny released each other, and allowed the Aurors to lead them away from the site of the battle. As they walked, their hands connected and their fingers became laced together. It was over.