She Remembers
Ginny still remembers the day she saw the boy.
He stood out from the crowd of Diagon Alley, not with his looks, although they didn't hinder him, it was his unconscious way of surveying the crowd, scanning for potential danger, his nearly catlike stance, ready to move at a moments notice, the way his hand hovered above his pocket where the tip of a wooden rod was barely visible, but accessible.
What stood out was the way he looked at the people around him; his startlingly green eyes seemed to sparkle as the crowds surged to look at the newest installation of the Nimbus broomsticks.
She remembers the proud look as he watched the people, who seemed to dwindle in size as they were automatically compared to this amazing teenager standing among them.
She remembers the look on his face when the screaming began; signalling that a Death Eater raid had began.
She remembers the mixture of anger and a terrible sorrow; his long black hair seemed to form a halo around his head; he started wading through the panicked masses, terrified families subconsciously making way for the boy with a steely glint in his eyes.
She remembers standing there, as if hypnotised by the boy, watching as he used his wand with terrifyingly skill, bringing down black coats quickly, cleanly.
In spite of his efficient duelling skills, numbers soon began to take their toll on him, after all, there were only so many curses he was able to dodge or shield.
She remembers watching him dive out of the way of an avada kedavra only to be hit by a red jet of light.
She remembers seeing him falling, as if in slow motion, before hitting the ground with a painful bounce.
She remembers the ear splitting 'crack' as she was dual apparated to the Burrow by Ron.
She remembers the last thing she ever saw of the green-eyed boy, getting up, and facing the terrifying figure that had to be Lord Voldemort.
She remembers suddenly seeing his face, and what she saw scared her more than anything else.
He was laughing, tears of joy streamed down his face as he screamed defiance at his opponents.
She remembers wands locking as Voldemort cast an avada kedavra at him, which struck his disarming spell.
She remembers his face lighting up as he saw the bond between their wands, his eyes almost glowing as he broke the connection, a halo of light shot out of the centre of where their bond had been.
She remembers the dark figure that was Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, You Know Who, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, crumpling to the floor silently, as did the Boy-Who-Killed, as the light encompassed him.
Ginny still remembers the look on his face as he fell, he looked asleep, and he seemed to be saying something. She hadn't tried to figure out what, those words were his to keep, all she had hoped was that wherever he went, she would get to meet him.
She still does.