A/N. Just a short oneshot that thrust itself upon me late at night. My take in what was going through Ginny's head during the final moments of the Battle of Hogwarts. Please read and review! NG.

Armageddon

"No!"

"No! Harry!

"You look up from the lifeless form of your brother, jerked out of your thoughts by screams that could only come from two people. Screams that could only mean one thing.

Suddenly the whole hall is brought back to life, people running outside to see what is going on. You are rooted to the spot, unable to move, but the crows pushes you to the front, somehow knowing you need to be there more than they do.

The scream that comes out of you mouth sounds unhuman, and you feel the blood leave your face as your body goes numb. You are vaguely aware of someone, you think it might be Charlie, holding you upright. You think someone - is it Neville - is talking, but you can't hear a word of what they're saying. All you are a aware of is his limp, lifeless body at Hagrid's feet, and you can't tear your eyes away. Because he is your world and without him the world would end.

Then Neville is on fire, then the whole world is ablaze with a jumble of spells accompanied by a cacophony of noise. The whole world is on fire, and this makes sense to you because he is gone, and this is armageddon, and you won't let it occur without a fight.

So you fight. You fight because even though you would much rather die and be with him, you know he must be avenged first. That's why you doge that bright green flash darting towards you. And watching your mother duel with the worst Death Eater to ever live you know that if you were to die, after Fred and him, it would kill you whole family too.

Then Bellatrix is dead and You-Know- oh hang it, if he could say it you can - Voldemort is facing your mother and you know if she dies it would be worse than if you did, and your wand is ready when all of a sudden a shield appears out of nowhere.

The sudden movement of the cloak, and you see him, alive, with pure determination etched into every line on his face. And you watch, not able to breath as they duel, first with words, and then there is a twitch of two - no three - wands, a flash of red and green, and Voldemort is a crumpled heap on the floor.

The world erupts again, this time with joy and celebration and you watch as he is surrounded. And you wait while they congratulate him, thank him, hug him. Because they need to before they can move in. He is their hero.

But he is your world, and without him the world would end, so as soon as the crowd leaves, once he has talked to his best friends, you fling yourself at him, and as he holds you close, you think maybe this wasn't Armageddon after all, but rather a Genesis, a beginning.