Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
A/N: This is just a really short little ficlet that I felt like writing, I hope you like it.
At Death's Door
Everything was going in a blur for Ginny. One moment, Ginny was being kidnapped by Voldemort and the next moment Harry was taking the killing curse for her. He didn't die though. It was reflected off him and killed Voldemort instead. However, albeit the curse didn't kill him, it left him very close to death. Madam Pomphrey said he could die any minute and there was nothing anyone could do.
Ginny sat there in a chair next to Harry's unconscious form. She closed her eyes and thought about all the times she had spent with Harry, unfortunately though, in her six years at Hogwarts she spent little time with him. She thought about him saving her from Tom, spending Christmas with him at 12, Grimmauld Place, watching from afar as he played chess with Ron, and going to the Department of Mysteries with him.
Ginny looked around at all the teary eyes in the room; her mother was sobbing uncontrollably into her father's shoulder, Ron was staring out the window, expressionless, Hermione was staring at Harry as if saying a silent prayer, and all her brothers were showing several degrees of sadness as Harry lay dying in front of their very eyes.
Ginny still had one big regret and as she stared at Harry she thought of how if she only had one more chance she'd change everything. He died saving her and she could never forget that.
She then decided that it was time to do what she should have done years ago. She took Harry's unresponsive hand into hers. She then told him what she had felt for many years, "I love you, Harry Potter."
All of a sudden Harry squeezed her hand. He opened his eyes and looked at Ginny, "I love you too." He then closed his eyes as he went through death's door into an endless sleep.
('till next time, Bebe)