Chapter 1- Departure

The man stood at the center of the battlefield. Stone, white corpses were scattered across the field that had once belonged to the once magnificent castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The man turned his haunted, dark, green eyes towards its ruins. The ruins that had once formed his home; the one place he always believed he could come back to, was gone. Overwhelming grief swelled up in his chest as he took in the sight of his former school. No more would it have laughing students bounding through the halls, or teachers scolding their students for doing so. He looked away in pain and turned back to the bodies that were piled at his feet. On the ground was a combination of both friends and Death Eaters. So many— so many he could name. So many he saw fall bravely from two pathetic, heartless words. Avada Kedarva. Those two words would haunt him for the rest of his gray life.

Young Harry Potter stood at the center of the battlefield flooding with grief as he looked over all he had lost. This war, which he fought so long to win, was a disaster. He failed. He fought, unyielding to death, so that others could live and he failed at his attempt to save them. He was supposed to be the wizarding world's savior, the Chosen One, The Boy-Who-Lived, but how could he be called a savior when there was no one left to call him such? Everyone was gone.

The dark haired man limped through the maze of corpses. He had many wounds and had lost so much blood, but he didn't care. His physical pain was no match for the throbbing ache in his chest. All of his tears had gone dry, and had none left to shed. The man kept walking, kept searching. The adrenaline he felt whilst fighting was wearing off. The various cuts and gashes he received were beginning to throb and sting with pain. Harry didn't know for how long he searched; his eyes looking for that long red hair in the sea of blood and bodies. It wasn't for many hours until he found her. He gave out a cry and stumbled over to her sprawled form. He just knelt there and held her close. He stared into those once beautiful, dark brown, eyes that had once held so much life and mirth; now there was only a vast emptiness in those eyes and in Harry's heart.

"Ginny…" he sobbed with both pain and longing. His heart tore open with agony. Someone had pierced a knife through his heart and cut it open, so that it stayed there, in his chest, bleeding with pain and loss. "Ginny…no…please no." He grabbed hold of her hand. A golden band lay upon her third finger, which he took off and gazed at with a blank stare. Memories rushed through his mind.

"You know, I never stopped loving you. Even after you broke up with me before you left. I always knew in my heart that we were meant to be together," Ginny said after he came back from three years of training.

"Ginny…" he said turning towards her.

"Stop. I know what you're going to say. You don't want to be with me because you don't want Voldemort using me against you. But you know what, Harry? He's going to use me anyway because you're friends with my family. Hell. You're practically another son to them. Voldemort will stop at nothing until you have nothing left. Don't let him control your life, Harry."

"You know…I wasn't going to argue with you. Being away from you all those years made me realize how much I missed you. I can't live without you, Ginny."

She looked at him with those bright brown eyes. Those eyes always seemed to take his breath away. She smiled and said, "You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. Afterall, I do recall a certain red-haired witch in my second year who sent me a very lovely valentine. Something along the lines of 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad..." Harry began to sing.

"Oh, shut up," she said and captured her lips with his own.

Painful flashbacks came and went. He tried to push out of his head, but to no avail. They kept flooding his vision.

They held their wedding at Hogwarts. Afterall, it was a place of magic and comfort. The women decorated it as if the scene everyone walked into was a fairytale. Satin ribbons were intertwined with branches of the trees, and striking flowers hung upon every limb. There was an enchantment placed upon the area that made a gentle snow fall, which disappeared before it touched any of the guests. But, Harry Potter didn't notice any of these things once his fiancé stepped into view.

She was utterly, breathtakingly, beautiful. Her flaming red hair hung down to her waist in ringlets interlaced with small flowers. Her dress was a strapless silk gown, which flared a bit at the bottom. The edges were embroidered with flowers and beads that matched exactly with the ones in her hair.

Harry hadn't paid any attention to any of the ceremony when Professor Dumbledore was speaking. In fact, he was so entranced by Ginny's goddess-like form that he would have forgotten to say his vows if Ron didn't bump him from behind to gain his attention, which earned many chuckles from the crowd.

"Just like his father," he heard someone say faintly.

"I, Ginerva Molly Weasley, take you, Harry James Potter, to be my husband, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish our union and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward in this life and in the next."

"I, Harry James Potter, take you, Ginerva Molly Weasley, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity."

"By the powers vested in me…I now pronounce Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter," Dumbledore said with a joyful smile. He turned to Harry. "You may now kiss your bride."

They didn't need to be told twice as Harry pulled his wife into his arms and gave her the kiss of eternal unity, which resulted in many of the Weaselys and others to call out wolf whistles. As soon as Harry broke the kiss he took of his shoe and flung it at his best man.

"Hey!" Ron yelled as it hit him in between the eyes.

Everyone broke out in careless laughter.

"Ginny…please…you can't leave me…" he shook, trembling.

When he realized she wouldn't wake he placed her back on the ground. He spread her hair out upon the earth and closed her lifeless eyes. He looked at her and subconsciously thought she was sleeping, but he knew she wasn't. Suddenly…anger. Tidal waves of anger and revenge rolled off of him. He felt his magic building up inside of him, like white fire burning through his veins. A part of him knew he had to control it to prevent hurting himself, but another part told him he had nothing left and he soon would be with Ginny and see all of his friends again. His loss was too great to bear. He wished to stop any of this, to stop the cause of all of his pain. The light surrounding him became suffocating. He gave out a cry of anguish and unleashed his magical buildup. There was a burst of blinding white light and then…he was gone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE!! :) …Ok so I'm planning on writing one chapter a day, since its summer.…but I guess if I come to a scene with a lot of dialogue then it might take more like a few days. Soooo…off to write! :D