"Please, Ginny," Harry croaked, "I need a drink of water." He pleaded with her.
"Harry, I know, but I can't leave you, I just can't." She whispered, her voice cracking. He turned his puppy dog eyes on, the ones she couldn't resist and within moments she stood up and bustled to the kitchen. She stopped at the doorway, and looked back at him in his bed.
"Keep holding on, at least for two more minutes." She asked him, hopefully. He smiled sadly in return,
"I'll try, Gin." As soon as he was out of her sight, he grabbed a notepad from the side of his bed, and wrote neatly a few sentences on it, addressed to her, he could feel his time ticking away, and knew it was his time to go. He finished writing just as she finished filling his glass with water. And as she entered the bedroom again, Harry began to struggle for air, and Ginny dropped the glass and ran forward. She ignored the smash and grabbed his hand as he took his last breath.
"Harry, save me a bed in heaven, please," she kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Because I know that's where you'll go." A tear sprung to her eye, before she noticed a short note lying beside his bed, and she picked it up to read it.
Look after my house, Ginny; I've left it with you.
Look after my money, Ginny; I've left it with you.
Look after my children, Ginny; I've left them with you.
Look after my heart Ginny; I've left it with you.
True love never dies, Ginny, I'll leave that thought with you.
I love you, forever and always,
Harry
xxx