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A/N: A few lines are courtesy of my friend, Fate's Song

GRAVEYARD

I walk to the fresh brown mounds of dirt, and the newly engraved stone markers that are wreathed with flowers and love and kneel down on the moss covered stone path.

I run a hand along the dirt, dragging my fingers to and fro. A slight breeze lifts my hair and blows through the leaves of the willow tree above, making an eerie chorus of rustles.

I shiver, a chill going down my back.

Why? I think.

Why me? I ask the sky without much anger, just weary sadness tinged with regret.

I was born into a prophecy.

I was to be a hero.

Why could I not have saved them all?

And the light in my heart, the will to live that leads us all on to live, dims and flickers like a candle about to go out. There is nothing to keep me back.

My best friends are dead. At least they were together in their death, defending each other and protecting the world with their last breaths. I do not have the same fate. I must look on; and watch in pain the people who should have rejoiced at the end of my fight grieve for their lost ones.

I must suffer the pain of staying alive… of watching the result of the war that I was the cause of… the war that my prophecy told of.

There is not much to live for now.

Many of my friends lie dead, their ashes cold under their graves.

Ginny probably hates me. I was the cause of the death of so many of her family… so many friends… It's probably better that way. She won't become a target.

And so I lay down on the cold stone path, covered with moss, and drift away…

Grayness… I'm floating about in fog.

"Harry!" cries a voice.

Floating… floating… floating in the dreamless depths of mist and fog. It's peaceful here. I see ghostly apparitions of my mom, my dad, Sirius… everyone who is lost. They grow clearer as I come closer.

But they shoo me away, saying it is too early. I am unwanted, even there.

"Harry! Wake up, you git!" cries the voice urgently, and I feel myself being shaken.

I float back into the light and reluctantly open my eyes, to see a pair of brown eyes hovering over my face, bright with tears.

"Ginny," I whisper. "My love."

Her hands go around me, and she buries her face in my chest. I smile, looking down at her.

And as I gaze down at her, I am overcome with the sense of love, the want to protect her, and gratitude for the gift of love she has given me.

I look out across the sky, and see the brilliant rays of the sun peek over the clouds. They stretch out, reaching the whole sky, and the clouds are tinged with color. Perhaps it is the beginning of another prophecy… one of happiness, not war.

It is the dawn of a new day… a new time… a new beginning.

Now that the prophecy is no longer hanging over me, I can start anew… a new life. I'll never forget this war. But perhaps it's finally time to let go.

And light and hope and love fill my heart and soul. Something in this world is worth living for. Something good.

The start of something golden.

Love. How can a single, four-lettered word describe such power? But it does. And it has the power of saving my life, when all I want is to let go.

"I love you, Ginny Weasley."

"I love you, Harry Potter."

And so the curtain closes on two of the most deserving young humans in the world, as Lily Evans and James Potter watch, smilingly, up in the sky.