Chapter 1 – Ginny's Dream

A/N: After some thought, I have edited the first chapter to give it more description and a little better grammar. This is my first story, so there are a lot of grammar mistakes (Which is why I am looking for a beta who is good in grammar, cause it is really not my strong point).

---Ginny's Dream---

Jets of bright light were shooting like lightning across every area of the room, causing an intense blur to form. The sharp screams of agony from the injured and dieing quickly filled the ears of everyone on the battlefield, engulfing them in the reality of the war.

I kept trying to keep an eye on everyone, looking desperately for anyone who needed help. I realized I had lost sight of my Harry; my eyes carefully scanned every inch of the field, letting my eyes pierce every crevice of the field but to no avail. We had become separated in the beginning of the battle and I had a horrible feeling deep within the pit of my stomach that something was terribly wrong. My breathing quickened, my heart began to race, my blood was rushing all over my body, and my stomach acid was creeping its way to my mouth. I started running with no clear destination; just the intense drive filled me and told me to run. After dodging multiple spells, I made it to a slightly secluded spot on a hill. I could see the entire battlefield in its horrific glory. I finally saw my Harry in the distance, far behind enemy lines. He was fighting Voldemort with all he had. His pace was fast and determined; spells shooting out of his wand with such skill – His parents would've been proud. However, Harry didn't even realize that other death eaters were behind him, ready to help Voldemort win his victory.

I started running towards Harry as fast as I could, stumbling a few times over rocks that had been lodged in the ground. However, when I looked down, I realized they weren't rocks at all; they were bodies of the fallen. The few contents of my stomach began to surface towards my mouth, but I swallowed hard and didn't slow down. I had to think of a plan to save him; somehow, someway I had to save him. His screams grew louder and more painful with every second that passed. Tears started rushing down my eyes at the sound of it. The sound rang threw my ears, deep to the center of me, and they brought intense bone-crushing pain to my body. But I fought the pain, and continued to run faster and faster towards Harry. My legs were growing tired and painful, but I didn't notice. My lungs were aching and begging for an end to this sudden rampage. Then, without a warning, a huge light exploded and the force of it knocked me off my feet. I felt the heat on my face and I was sure it was badly burned. My head had hit the ground hard and began to pound with extreme force; but all I could hear was Harry's screams. At first they sounded brave and courageous, as if his will would not break. But then they grew more and more desperate for help, before they finally seemed to beg for his death. I tried to get up, but I could see nothing but darkness, so I just kept stumbling towards his voice. When I was merely a few feet away, I saw the sight.

His face was covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt, and blood as he lay on the dense dirt floor. His chest was rising and falling as if it was an intense labor to breathe. His arms were flexed and his hands were in a fist of pain. However much that pained me to see him like that, it was no preparation or comparison to his face. The expression on his face was what killed me; it was full of pain and a loss of hope. His whole life, he had survived for something. His whole life, he had tried to fulfill his destiny! He was the one who had lost so many people! He was enraged and realized he may not be able to save the world.

"HARRY!" Ginny's desperate shriek called. She ran to him but was stopped by a death eater who grabbed her arm. She was jerked around but before a spell could leave her lips the death eater had slapped her down and pushed her aside. Her wand fell and was broken in two.

She stumbled to her feet, the taste of blood reaching her tongue and running down her lip. She reached Harry and put her body over him to protect him. Her breathing was heavy and her throat began to burn.

"You will not hurt him!" she shouted as loudly as she could. Tears were streaming down her face, stinging the wounds on her cheek.

Without warning, a jet of green light hit her body and caused it to shake wildly. Her screams of pain filled the cold night air, and she knew her existence was over.

----Dream Ends----

Ginny woke up with sweat running down her face. Her breathing was heavy and she looked to her side to see an empty spot next to her in bed. She pushed the covers back and carefully stood up. The quickness of her movements caused her to be a bit dizzy. She stabilized herself and kept walking towards her modest bathroom. She looked in the mirror to see her face was a disaster.

"Ugh" she said. There were dark circles under her eyes from her constant lack of sleep. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. Her skin was no longer the beautiful porcelain color; it was not blotchy and uneven. She turned the faucet to release the water and she cupped her hands underneath and splashed the water across her face.

Ginny then turned and walked to her desk next to her window. She slowly sat down at the chair with her body facing the window. Somewhere her Harry was out battling evil. He had told her she was not to come because he was scared the dark side would use her to get to him. The echoes from that day continued to ring through her mind like a movie with no stop button.

---Flashback---

"Ginny, you have to stay here. I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you. They will use you to get to me and I cant let that happen." Said Harry.

"I don't care!" she screamed back.

"I DO!" he yelled. It was one of the first times he ever raised his voice to her. His chest was rapidly moving and each breath felt like a chore.

"Harry – Please," she began to beg, "Let me go with you. I can't stay here and wonder. It would drive me insane. Please Harry, let us fight this together. Please." Her brown eyes were full of tears by this time and she looked up at Harry anxiously.

Harry sat next to her and took a deep breath; he knew this was not going to be easy.

"Ginny, I love you. I cannot let them take you and hurt you. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. Please Ginny, listen to me."

She stared at him with eyes that screamed of terror and her body slowly began to shrink back and she realized she was not going to win.

Harry's heart began to sink from looking at her. He could hear their hearts breaking simultaneously.

"Gin, please" he began, "Stay here. Stay safe." Harry reached his arm around her and held her. She knew she had lost.

He kissed her forehead gently and her body sank into him. Her hands tightly gripped his as her body began to shake and the tears began to freely roll down her cheeks.

Harry held her like that for a few moments before he got up. Ginny stood also and they stared into each other's eyes. Their foreheads touched for a brief second and a small kiss full of love and fear was shared. Then he walked out the door and that was the last time she had seen him.

--End of Flashback—

The thought of the last time she saw Harry nearly killed her. She missed him so much that her body ached at the thought of him.

Ginny reached into a drawer of her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. Ginny began to write.

Dear Harry,

I miss you terribly. I hope you are okay. All I can think about is you. I am so worried for you Harry.

Harry, I am writing to tell you that even though you told me not to come with you, I am coming. I can no longer sit here and wait until the war is over. I have to be with you.

I know you are afraid something will happen to me, but sitting here and wondering if you are ok is torture. If anything were to happen to you, I would die too. You are such a huge part of me and if you die, I die too. I don't want to live without you, Harry. Asking me to stay here and wonder is like asking me not to breathe. I love you more than words could ever explain and I am slowly dieing here without you.

Please, Please, Harry, let me come with you.

All my love,

Ginny

She slowly began to roll the parchment and slowly tied it with a ribbon. She walked over toward a cage that was hanging in a corner and a light brown owl moved on its perch toward her. She cooed and slowly stoked the owl before tying the letter to its leg.

"Take this to Harry, please." Said Ginny to the owl. The owl quietly squeaked in return and then flew out the window into the horizon.