It was supposed to be a fairy tale ending. She was meant to get the guy, they would get married and she would be happy for the rest of her days. Their love would be renowned and praised because no two people had ever loved so ardently. Their house would be a pale blue and there would be green shutters and surrounding all of this would be a little white picket fence like that which had once stood before the Burrow. Each day he would come home from work pushing through that little white picket door and she would be waiting smiling holding their child in her arms, he would come up and kiss her and say 'I missed you love'.

He wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't supposed to leave her alone in a world that would be continually celebrating the death of a man. A man who he had died to kill. They wouldn't shed tears for that fairy tale of hers that had gone up in flames, they would not care that they would never be married, and none of them cared that she would never be happy again. All that they cared about was that the most evil wizard ever was dead. She didn't give a damn. It was beyond their comprehension that she could be so sad and dismayed now that the world was free from tyranny. But she would wish it all back in a moment to just feel his arms around her. She would let the wizarding world be destroyed for one more kiss. She would die for just a little piece of that fairy tale to which she had tied her heart. Ginny didn't know how she could survive in a world without him, even when he was risking his life looking for the Horcruxes, he was still alive. But now he was gone forever and nothing she could do would bring him back.

So as she watched the blood drip to the floor she didn't try to stop the flow, she didn't even call for help. Maybe it was fate that the knife had slipped. Destiny probably that it had hit such a major vein and that her brother, the only other person in the house, had decided to take a nap. Even though she felt the pain, as her vision clouded she thought she could make out a white picket fence, and she wished for her heart to pump faster to run her dry. Ginny slid to the ground her eyes focused in front of her where she swore that she saw a grass path leading to her house. When she closed her eyes she saw him standing there just waiting for her with that crooked smile that she loved so much on his lips.

'I missed you love.' She smiled for the first time since he had left.

'Sorry I kept you waiting.' She said back and she watched as his green eyes twinkled in the sunlight.

At her funeral they spoke of her love for life and that how that terrible accident had robbed them of her. Her family cried and her friends wept, but no one seemed to remember the Ginny without her Harry. The girl that was left heartbroken after the war, the girl who had never been able to smile, the girl whose bright blue eyes lost their sparkle, and who had forgotten to laugh. No one seemed to remember the lonely girl who had lost her fairy tale ending.

A/N: Another depressing one, I just couldn't see Ginny committing suicide though, so it was more of an accident. But just because this is angsty doesn't mean that you shouldn't review.

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Wonderwall