Dear Readers. All the Harry Potter characters are not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling. I am just borrowing them for a while.

NOTE: There is some minor swearing.


YOU-KNOW-WHO VANQUISHED FOR EVER!

Yesterday Harry Potter, formally know as the boy who lived, vanquished he who must not be named in an epic battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The boy who lived is currently in Saint Mungo's under supervision due to a coma………

My eyes drifted over the inky black words of the Daily Prophet. I was in the same position I had been in since they had allowed visitors into Harry's room some few hours ago. I was sitting in the only available hospital chair with my feet propped near Harry's legs on the bed. I had been up for hours on end, and could barely keep my eyes open. So with a last fleeting look at Harry, I closed my eyes, my hand still held his as I fell into an shallow and uneasy sleep.….

"…and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman and child who have tried to conceal you from me. One hour"

I knew I had to find him - he would give himself up I just knew it. But concerns for Harry were pushed into the back of my head as I entered the great hall and saw the bodies of all whom had died over the previous few hours in which we had battled for our freedom. I saw my family huddled around a body. With a sense of dread I stepped over the bodies of school friends, enemies and death eaters. As I got closer, a wave of relief washed over me, I couldn't see Ron, Harry and Hermione amongst the dead. As I stepped over the last body that separated me from my family my mother turned around.

"Ginny..." she choked, tears streaming down her face, which was red from crying. She moved aside to show the body which everyone was grieving over. It was…Fred.

I didn't know how long I stood there and cried with the rest of my family, all my worries seemed to slip through my head. I couldn't grasp the concept; my brother, the comedian, the one I always looked up to was gone, gone from the world, gone from me…It was when Hermione came over and hugged me, that I realised the time for weeping and mourning was for later, the war wasn't over yet. I had to do what I could. So, with a last fleeting look at Fred, I pulled away from Hermione

"I must do what I can to help; this war is not over yet, Hermione" She nodded, agreeing

"I should go and comfort Ron, and then we must devise a new plan with Harry..." she looked around "Hey, where is Harry?"

I look around the hall, to, but could not spot him.

"I don't know……you don't think he'd hand himself over, do you?"

Ron, eyes wet and red, came over, and joined our conversation.

"You guys seen Harry?" My brother's face clearly displayed worry for his best friend.

"RON, HERMIONE, GINNY" we all turned to see Neville running through the doors of the Great Hall.

As he grew nearer Ron asked anxiously "Neville, have you seen Harry?"

Neville stopped a few paces from them looking puzzled "What are you talking about? I just saw him……had the weirdest conversation……"a look of realisation distorted his features.

"What? What did he tell you? What has he done?" I almost yelled. Ron and Hermione nodded behind me.

"He told me to kill the snake, you know Voldemort's snake?" we all nodded " He told me the snake had to die and that you guys knew this…I asked him where he was going ALONE but he said it was part of the plan……You don't think he would give himself up do you?

"That's exactly what he WOULD DO!" Ron was almost in hysterics over the possibility of loosing his best mate.

The noise attracted the awareness of Mum "What's all the yelling about?" but before we could answer the cold voice of Voldemort pierced through the grieving atmosphere of the Hall

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.

To me the remainder of Voldemort's speech was fuzzy his first words, 'Harry Potter is dead' kept playing over and over in her head'Harry Potter is dead', 'Harry Potter is dead'………" So I let myself be pushed and pulled along with the crowed.

McGonagall spoke as we drew closer to the door "I will go out first, this could be a trap" and without another word she pushed the door open……

It was quiet for a while. ' NO!' came the terrible scream from McGonagall, it wasn't a scream of physical pain, but a scream of loss and grief, a scream that told us all that hope really was gone - that truly the boy who lived was dead.

Without further hesitation, everyone was scrambled through the Great Doors to see if Harry Potter actually had left the Earth. I found myself next to Ron and Hermione as we darted through the doors and out into the chilly night.

I was not prepared for the sorrow that washed over me as I saw Harry's prone body carried gently by Hagrid's arms. I couldn't stop myself from screaming insults at Voldemort along with Hermione and Ron.

'No!'

'No!'

Harry! HARRY!'

I thought as if my heart had broken, that life wasn't worth living anymore. Out of nowhere anger rushed through my body. How dear that bot of crap take MY Harry away from me.

"You bastard" I roared, others screamed insults along with me.

There was a BANG and then Voldemort's cold, heartless voice rang through the air "SILENCE. It is over! set him down at my feet, where he belongs!' Ron shuffled as if wanting to charge at Voldemort himself.

As Voldemort raved on I saw movement by his feet. Nagini! Remembering what Neville said I galloped forward, wand out ready to attack.

I was instantly banded with ropes, but I still managed to stay standing.

"Well, well what do we have here?" Voldemort asked his Death Eaters, smirking coldly

"That's the Weasley girl. The one who went out with Potter" Bellatrix replied, grinning happily.

"Well, let me demonstrate to her and all the others what happens to those who support Harry Potter and defy me…… Crucio" he said silkily

With my eyes closed, I waited for the pain that did not come. I heard gasps and a scream; I opened my eyes and saw Harry lying by my feet, screaming in agony. I tried to move to him but the ropes kept me firmly in place. All I could do was watch as my lover took the curse that was meant for me. It finally stopped, leaving him panting on the ground, tired and worn out.

"I thought I had already finished you off" Voldemort said in disbelief.

"Well I guess you were wrong. I am stronger than you think, you two faced bastard." Harry yelled bravely. He was punished with another round to the Cruciatus curse again.

I was helpless; we were all helpless all we could do was watch. This was his battle.

"Bow down to me potter"

"NEVER" bellowed Harry

"Than you shall die"

Voldemort's whisper of the killing curse was barley audible over Harry's cry: "EXPELLIARMUS".

There was a bright light, a loud bang and a scream. Before I knew it, my ropes had been broken. After the dust cleared, I could see Voldemort's body lying on the ground beside Harry.

As I watched in horror, Harry stood and started to stagger towards me. Only then did I realise that his scar was bleeding and his eyes were unfocused. He gave me one week smile and reached his hand to touch my face. It brushed slightly against my cheek before he collapsed in to my lap.

"HARRY" I yelled, but I got no response.

I woke with a start my hand was still grasping his tightly. He would make it through this. I knew he would.


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