A/N Don't own any of them, and anyways, as I am a poor student, you wouldn't get much out of me.

I Never Wanted This

I lie in bed at night, thinking about my destiny.

Never in my life did I dream of this. Never.

I never wanted this fucking prophecy hanging over my head. I never asked to be the one who would have to face Voldemort. I never asked to be the bloody savior of the wizarding world.

Now I'm faced with fulfilling a prophecy, saving the world, and restoring peace and order once again. For what cause? So it can be fucked up again.

Grindewald beget Voldemort. Someone beget Grindewald. It goes back through the centuries, since the gift of magic was given to wizards by the gods.

When I save the world, eventually someone will come and muck it up again. We will never reach a true peace. I will never get what I want.

I will have to watch my friends and comrades fall in defense of me. I will know that their blood is on my hands. I will have to live with that grief. I will have to live with the well-wishers, the so-called mourners who will put the fallen behind them.

But I will never forget. Never will I forget those who died for me. Their names will become ingrained upon my heart, never leaving me alone. I will be forever in their debts, something I never want to have.

I will have to take the sole credit for others' work, both living and dead. No one will believe that I, the Boy Who Lived, needed help. I will point to others, but no one will see them. They will only see me.

I pull my sleeping lover closer to me. For all these years, she has helped me, promised to be there with me. She would die, if it meant my life.

Classes and the war will begin again soon. Tomorrow, in fact. This might be the only time we have together. We gave ourselves to one another tonight; a night that she hoped would carry me through the hard times.

She carries me through. If she dies, if I will never see her smile, her eyes, and her striking red hair again, I will die too.

"Harry?"

"Go back to sleep, luv. I'm just thinking."

She rolls over to look at me. She studies my face, pushing my hair out of my eyes, and tracing my scar with her finger.

"I will be there alongside you. Nothing you can say will change my mind. I love you, and it's our destiny. Your father held another redhead in his arms the night before the battle. She and he suffered the same fate. I will do the same for you."

"Ginny, you have a life to live. Don…"

"Have you learned nothing about the stubbornness of redheads?"

"Gin…"

"No. Harry, I will be beside you, whether you want it or not."

"I want it. This is what I wanted."