"Happy " Valentine's Day!
Disclaimer : don't own Harry Potter.

The flames over the candles had flickered out. he didn't think Ginny would mind though. She'd say it was perfectly flawed.The blood was still fresh in his cloths but he knew Ginny wouldn't mind. Even when the crimson droplets stained the carpet.

He'd been hoping to give her a present for Valentines Day.

Now he had two.

"Voldemort has been defeated." A sad smile crossed his face as he remembered the feeling of life leaving Voldemort's body; even the oclumency wasn't enough to block the sudden hole in his head. But he was coping. Because he could come home and see her bright red hair sparkling in the sunlight.

Her second present was in his pocket. So small yet so grand. A red, satin case, the colour of blood. Inside it held a ring. A masterpiece of white gold, the strands of metal intricately woven together to hold a small diamond.

It was the same ring his mother had worn. Remus had given it to him before he even realised that he was going to marry Ginny. He'd taken him aside after an order meeting and silently pressed the case into his palm. When Harry had seen the sparkling depths he'd glanced up quickly enough to note that for once since Sirius had died amber eyes didn't appear tired. He could see the fatigue lurking deep in the pits of his eyes, hidden beneath a veneer of happiness but he chose to let Remus have this moment before he was brutally returned to a present filled with bloodshed and gore.

Remus had said the love was in his eyes when he looked at her and he had a hunch another red headed lady was about to bear the ring. Harry managed to smile gratefully before someone interrupted their conversation in the dark corner.

He'd wanted to propose to her in a forest while the fall leaves fell in dizzying patterns all round. However his status in the war forbid it. Of course the only forest he could think of that was remotely safe in this war torn world was the forbidden forest.

The term safe was relative.

So he was going to do it in his apartment. On Valentine's Day, the most romantic thing he could think of. Candles lit in the background, rose petals drifting serenely through the air as she entered. She would gasp at the beauty. He would present the case on bended knee. Like he was doing now.

He opened the case in the tense silence and asked her to marry him. The shock on her face was clear. As blatant as when the door had collapsed and the men masked in silver had burst in.

As tangible as when the sickly green light had struck her and frozen her expression forever.

The blood was still fresh in his cloths but he knew Ginny wouldn't mind. Even as the crimson droplets stained the carpet.

His knees were starting to hurt but still he kept them bent, waiting for her 'yes'. The one he knew was coming if only he waited.

And he would wait, he would remain frozen in his position, stay until he could hear her voice answering him and freeing him from the pain. And no one would disturb his vigil for no one knew where they were.

He would stay here until he saw the true colour of her eyes again. A beautiful chocolate, eternally dancing with mischief, not the dead brown he saw before him. Shifting painfully he grasped her pale hand; held it tight between his own and hoped it wouldn't be long before he was with her again.

But for now he would wait.