The Thin Line between Love and Hate
Prologue
The world span around her, blinding light flashed and then she hit the ground, hard. She lay where she was, regaining her breath before opening her eyes and looked around. It was almost pitch black, but by now she was used to this level of light. Her right hand brushed against a smooth object and her fingers instinctively curled around it. Her wand.
Frowning slightly, she rolled on her side and pushed herself up into a kneeling position. The memories of the last few hours flooded back to her and she fell forwards and retched. Nothing came out; she hadn't eaten for days. She lay back down again, pressing her face to the cold floor, dry sobs wracking her thin body.
Why did he have to do it? Why did he have to have that 'save the world' compulsion? Why couldn't he have just let her die? She remembered the last moments of his life, how he had turned back, tried to save her, letting the others going ahead. He had slipped an arm around her waist and dragged her down a side corridor, slipped the ring over her finger, told her what had to be done and said that her loved her. 'It's up to you now Ginny, be brave. Help us all.' A tear had slipped down her cheek as she whispered his name 'Harry,' before he had faded before her eyes and she had been hurtled back in time to save the person who had destroyed her life.
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