It all happened in a blur. She was thrown to the ground out of harms way. She heard explosions around her, but did not dare look up. There were yells, squeals, moans, and curses ringing in her ears. Finally, when the noises had ceased, she lifted her head slightly and moved her curtain of red hair out of her face. There was a solitary figure standing among several quiescent bodies lying on the ground. The man standing was holding a wand in front of himself, pointing it at a man whom she hadn't seen before now, and whom she noticed had a maniac gleam in his gray eyes.

"Yeh gonna kill me, Harry?" he asked, half laughing.The young manwith the wandblinked at this question. He then raised the wand, and with a hard swish said "Avada Kedavra".

She shut her eyes with such force that tears formed there. She saw a flash of green light through her throbbing eyelids. She then heard something crash to the ground beside her, and opened her bleary eyes. Lying on the ground beside her, clearly dead, was the man that had had the maniac gleam in his eyes. Harry Potter stared at the body for a moment before coming over to her.

"Are you alright, Ginny?" he asked quietly. She nodded for words couldn't make their way out of her mouth. He took to exaimining her body, making sure she was reallyokay. It turned out she had a broken arm, not that she noticed the pain too much, she was in too much a state of shock. He quickly summoned bandages and a sling.

"You killed him."

Her voice sounded unfarmiliar to her, it was high pitched, almost a whimper.

"Yeah, I did. I had to Ginny, I had to."

His brilliant green eyes were bloodshot, he hadn't slept in days. He looked old and weary, though he was only in his early twenties. Funny how fighting in a war can quicken your aging.

"They'll be after you... the Ministry, I mean."

"I know."

He kissed her on the forehead. That was the most affection he had shown her for years now.

Almost instantly a dozen or so loud POP's filled the air, and someone pulled Harry away from her. Harry did notprotest, nor did he go along with it.

"Rufus, there must be a mistake. Certainly Harry wouldn't..." She knew that voice, it was a voice that she had grown up with, a voice in which she found comfort: her father's. She turned to him, his balding red hed visible through the setting sun.

"I did."

She turned her head so fast that she felt a crink form there. Harry was looking at the Minister of Magic, determination in his face. His voice had been shaky, but still, bravery lingered there. Arthur Weasley gaped at him.

"See there, Arthur! He must be sent to Azkaban!"

They were about to dissaparate with him when she found her voice.

"Wait! He was saving me! That man was trying to kill me, he was one of the last reamaining Death Eaters!"

Tears were now staining her face. Rufus Scrimgeour looked at one of his fellows and shook his head.

"Vincent McGregor? Ha. I think not! He is an Auror, you silly girl! Besides, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been destroyed, and we have disposed of all of his followers!" yelled the Minister.

"They continued following him last time as well!" she reminded him. "Or have you been hit with a Memory Charm and have forgotten?"

He shook his head again and made a motion signifying that it was time to depart.

"Harry, No!"

She tried to run after the man she loved, to free him from the men chaining him up with their wands, but her father held her back.

"There's nothing you can do... nothing..."