I got this idea from a song (as usual). It might not be the most original thing out there (I know there are a lot of H/G after the battle) but I hope you enjoy. Please read/review, constructive criticism and favorite lines/parts are appreciated.

Ginny felt as if everyone were dead as she raced down the corridors in Hogwarts, scanning the faces for Harry. She supposed he must be talking to someone or in the Great Hall: the war finished, with still so much to do.

It was impossible to describe how she'd felt when she saw his body laying on the ground outside the Forbidden Forest, looking cold with empty eyes and no soul. She'd wanted to rip out her hair and throw herself at Voldemort – that's my Harry, give him back – but she'd known deep inside her heart that he was gone; what made him Harry was far away.

When his body had disappeared, she barely noticed. When she saw him walk about and shout out all of Voldemort's insecurities and secrets, she'd gaped.

And he was alive.

Here. And she needed to find him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of brown, red and black: Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Ginny turned on the spot and sprinted towards them.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried.

"Blimey, where's Mum?" Ron croaked.

Harry just stared.

"C'mon," Ron muttered to Hermione, tugging at her hand. "Let's go find my family, see how everyone… see how they're all doing."

Harry gazed at her wordlessly for a few seconds, and Ginny stood perfectly still. She knew she mustn't move, or the spell of silence would be broken. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?" he said quietly, taking her hand.

They walked in silence for quite some time. The grounds were nearly deserted: all the bodies of the fallen had been moved inside the Great Hall, where everyone remained.

Harry and Ginny sat on the bank of the Black Lake, staring into the murky waters. Ginny recalled the hours spent around the grounds with Harry last year, and she knew he was remembering them, too.

"I'm glad it's over," he said abruptly. "Does that make me a coward?"

"No. If it does, I guess we're all cowards."

"I feel so guilty," he murmured, taking her hand and drawing invisible portraits on her smooth skin. "How many people… how many people have died? I don't think I can count that high, Gin, and it's my fault."

"If there's anybody's fault it's not, it's yours, Harry," she said sharply. "You saved us, Harry. Think of all the people who died: Fred, Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Sirius, your parents, Dumbledore. They did it all for this, Harry, the greater good. Don't think for one second that it's your bloody fault, you idiot. It's not."

He fell silent for a moment, his green eyes gazing out at the horizon of the coming dawn. "I wonder what my parents would say if they were still alive." Teardrops pricked in Harry's eyes, and he blinked, fixing his gaze back on Ginny.

By now, tears were rolling down her own face, and she gave a watery half-laugh. "Harry, I think they'd be proud, but honestly, I don't think they'd be that surprised."

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The song that gave me the idea is at this link (take out the spaces): www . youtube . com / watch?v=epHN4uSHox0&feature=channel