Harry lay on the cold ground, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Voldemort's dead body lay ten feet away from him. Harry was dying. He and Voldemort had fired Killing Curses at each other, at the same time.

The two spells met, and created an even more powerful version of the Avada Kedavra. The force of it shook the ground and killed everything in the area.

Suddenly, Harry heard footsteps rushing toward him. "There he is!" said a voice. "Come on, careful now," said another, and he felt himself being gently lifted from the ground. There was a flash of light and he found himself in St.Mungo's.

As he was being lowered onto a bed he heard another voice. It was Ginny's. "Oh my God! Harry!" He felt her hand running through his hair, and a tear landing on his face. He tried to open his eyes, to touch her hand and let her know he was okay.

"Ginny…"he whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny cried and she rested her head on his chest. "Ginny…I love you. No matter what happens to me, remember that, won't you? I love you more than anything in the world, and I always will. But if I don't make it—"

"Harry don't talk like that! You will make it! You have to! I love you too, Harry. We-we'll have a family, and-and go places together, and be happier than ever when you get out of here…How do you like that? Harry? Harry?"

Harry's breathing had stopped; he was dead. "Harry!" she said softly. "I'm sorry Miss, but you'll need to leave." said a healer behind her.

"But—but—" Ginny said. "I'm sorry. Here, I'll take you for a cup of tea." the healer told her. Ginny bent forward and kissed Harry's cold lips, and brushing back the dark fringe that covered his scar.

She felt herself being led away from the bed. As Harry's limp form disappeared behind the doorway, Ginny whispered to herself, "He didn't even get to hear me say I love him…"