1. You Sung That On Our Wedding Day

'He was walking through a dark corridor. At the end was a tall, dark door. Just a little farther...His hand closed on the knob and he opened the door. Yet, a second later, he wished he'd been warned. It was a gigantic circular room, and, standing in the middle was a tall, bony, hooded figure with a white snakelike face and red slits where eyes should be.

"Voldemort," Harry whispered.

But Lord Voldemort was holding something. A woman. Seeing comprehension dawn on his enemie's face, Voldemort pulled the woman's hood back with a scaly finger; A bundle of dark, fiery ginger hair fell from the hood and showed the unconcious face of Ginny Weasley. Lying in the Dark, Lord Voldemort's arms. Harry's heart stopped. He couldn't speak.

"No. Let her go," he breathed.

Voldemort gave a cold, high-pitched shriek.

"LET HER GO!" Harry roared in fear.

"Twenty-one years makes an imprint, dear Harry. Lord Voldemort does not forget. Lord Voldemort does not forgive. Lord Voldemort wants twenty-one years of repayment. I want my revenge," Voldemort stated in whispers of Parseltounge.

"I-I'll do anything. Anything. Just let her go."

Voldemort did not reply. He lay Ginny on the floor and took his wand from inside his robes. He pointed it at Ginny.

Harry wasn't quick enough.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry watched in horror as Ginny's eyelids flickered open for a moment, then became still.

"Bow to death, Harry. Bow to death like your father," Voldemort sneered as he pointed hsi wand now at Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Nooooo..."

Harry then found himself being shaken. A faraway, distant voice was saying, "Harry! Harry, wake up!"
Harry Potter's eyes flashed open at the familiar voice. He blinked a few times and found a woman with waist-length gigner hair and handsome brown eyes leaning over him.

"G-Ginny?" Harry muttered. His wife nodded.

"It's alright. You just had a nightmare," she whispered as she got up from his side on the couch.
I'm going to get your medicine and a wet washcloth.
You're sweating like mad," she said as she walked across the small flat's livingroom. Harry looked down to find himself coaxed in icy sweat and his wounds more pronounced than ever.

Just a month ago, there had been a battle in Diagon Alley with the remaining members of the Order of the Pheonix and the last remaining eight Death Eaters. The result landed Harry in St. Mungo's
House For Magical Maladies and Injuries for that entire month; Ron Weasley had suffered a broken leg and a cracked skull, but had been recently released; Draco Malfoy took three Cruciactus Cursed for the Order; two Death Eaters were killed; Hermione Weasley was hit with an unknown curse and was being tested at St. Mungo's for complications about the curse interferring with her being five months pregnant with Ron's baby. Harry had a broken leg, quite a few deep gashes on his arms and legs, and his face was bruised badly, as well as himself catching a few Cruciactus Curses that Bellatrix Lestrange had fired upon him, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Potter, who was fine physically.

Harry was now twenty-six years old. He had proposed to Ginny a week after destroying Voldemort four years before. It was only just a second before that he realized he had just had a nightmare about the night he had destroyed Voldemort, but with various and obvious mistakes. Thsi nightmare had haunted him every night since he had come back to his house from the hospital three days ago. Because of his injuries and many unknown sustained curses, he was not able to move or go back to his work as an Auror at the Minestry of Magic for a while. Both he and Ginny were Aurors and members of the Order.

Harry's chances of living right now were 50/50,
because of the extremity of the curse he sustained. But, he made sure that he was home with the people he loved in case he did die soon.
He was very sick.

Ginny was soon back with a wet wash cloth and two flasks of some purple potion. Harry, who had been lying on the couch, took his potion quickly. Ginny stroked his arm sadly for a moment. She then kissed his forehead gently and raised his head. She carefully slid herself under hsi head and then lay it in her lap. She then began to dab at his face and arms with the cool, wet cloth. Then, ever so softly, Ginny begann to softly sing.

She hardly ever did so, but when she did, Harry loved it. 'If I died, right here, right now,' he thought, 'it wouldn't be so bad.'

"Wash away the thoughts and sounds
That keep my mind away from you
No more love and no more pride
And thoughts are all I have to do."

"Oooh, remember when it rained?
I felt the ground and looked up high
and called your name.
Remember when it rained?
In the darkness I remain..."

"Tears of hope run down my skin,
Tears for you that will not dry
They magnify the one within,
And let the out side slowly die..."

"Oooh, remember when it rained?
I felt the ground and looked up high
and called your name.
Remember when it rained?
In the water I remain..."

"Running down...
Remember when it rained?"

Ginny quit and lay the rag down. "You sung that on our wedding day," Harry whispered weakly. Ginny smiled reminescently and gently kissed his nose.

She sat back up and Harry noticed a tear role down her cheek. He weakly lifted his arm and wiped it away with his thumb. "Don't cry, Gin, please," he whispered. Ginny caught his hand in midair and took it in her own. "Harry, just please promise me that you'll get through this. I wouldn't be able to live if I lost you. I love you so much," she whispered in a choked voice.

"Don't talk like that, Ginny. I don't want to hear you worrying over something that's not happened yet and may not happen for a long while." Ginny looked away. "What do you want then?" She had not asked it in anger, but in fear. She would do absolutely anyhting to make him as happy as he could be if the case was that this was hsi last day to enjoy earth's light and happiness.

Harry did not have to think about this question. With enormous difficulty, he leaned up to level his face with his wife's. He placed his hand on teh back of her head and then leaned her toward him. He pulled her into a deep kiss and ran his hands down the back of her back, where he left them. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled himself from the kiss, rather drained of energy. he curled fis fingers around hers and leaned back onto her lap. He looked deep into her eyes and held every moment. "Sing to me, Gin," he said softly. At his request, Ginny cleared her throat.

Hey, guys! Did you like it? I've had it in my notebook for about a year and I finally had the time to post it. The second and third chapters are already written, so don't worry: I'm not abandoning anything! I'll do my best to post them soon. Please review and be honest! I really want to know what you think!
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