The battle was rough on everyone. Fred had already died and Ginny thought that if anyone else of her family were to die she might not be able to handle it. Now as she comforted a small girl, she felt something pass her. Looking up slightly she didn't see anyone near them, but then again, Harry did have that invisibility cloak. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that he might be there but then the girl turned and coughed again. "It hurts." She sobbed.

"Don't worry." She rubbed the poor girls back, "The pain will fade soon."

The girl turned to lay on her back and rested her head on Ginny's knees. "Really?" She looked so hopeful.

"Yes." Ginny lied to her. She couldn't tell a dying girl that what was to come was not relief, but the end. "My name is Ginny Weasley. What's yours?"

"Sally Burns." The name was ironic, considering that the burns which covered her body were soon to be the cause of her death. Then she looked at Ginny, with wisdom older than her age, "Tell my parents I love them."

Ginny watched as the light faded out of her eyes, her body going limp. Stifling the tears that were soon to overcome her she gently lay the girl's body down behind a statue. "I'll tell them."

"The battle is over!" A shrill voice ran through the corridor, and could not be mistaken for anyone's other than Voldemort's, "Harry Potter is dead."

Ginny froze, "No." She whispered. It couldn't be true. He was too young. Only seventeen, how was he supposed to become an Auror if he was dead? How would she survive without him.

"You're hero has fallen, while trying to escape. Trying to leave you all to clean up his mess." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't kill Harry, Harry would never have tried to have escaped, he would never leave them alone.

She ran down the corridor towards the courtyard. She passed Ron and Hermione who were also running and Hermione grabbed her hand. "Ginny! What are you going out of the Room of Requirement?"

"Oh come off it Hermione! Let's just make sure Harry's alive before we get into this!"

"Right, right!" They continued running until they reached a throng of people all standing in a line. Figures were strolling out of the forest, dark cloaks on, wands held in front of them, "Death Eaters."

A taller figure strolled out in back of them, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Surrender now and there will be no punishment for those of wizard decent!"

"Voldemort." Ginny breathed. She had never seen him this close before, even at the Ministry of Magic.

There were a few defiant screams, some nasty words shouted before Voldemort silenced them all, "You have no hope. Your great hero is dead." he waved behind him and Hagrid stepped out of the forest, "Harry Potter is dead."

Ginny gasped; in Hagrid's arms was a small dirty form. Messy black hair and muggle clothing, his glasses were crooked but his scar stood out vivid as ever.

"No!"

"No!"

Ginny tried to push from between Hermione and Ron, "Harry! HARRY!"

The worst scream of all came from Professor McGonagall; "NO!" it was a hoarse strangled scream. Hermione's and Ron's had been horrible, and Ginny herself felt as though she'd never feel again, but McGonagall's was so unsuspected that it broke her heart all over again.

Harry had touched so many hearts; he was so kind, so loyal and innocent. He didn't deserve to die. He should be alive. Right at that moment he and Ginny should have been sitting in their common room, cuddling on the couch. But no, that would only happen in a perfect world. And the world was anything but perfect.

Ginny wanted to cry, she couldn't help it, the boy, no the man, she loved was now dead. They would never talk again, she would never feel those green eyes pierce her again, feel the love in his gaze. All those stolen kisses, all those late night dates sneaking out of the common room, they were all gone. Gone because Harry was dead. Because Harry was dead, and never again would he love her, the way he once did.

"Face it." Voldemort's voice was back to a normal tone but Ginny had a feeling that people all over could hear him, "The battle is over; you've lost."

There were shouts and Voldemort raised his wand, "SILENCE!" At once people stopped talking, stopped moving. No one could move. He had put a spell on them.

Ginny couldn't believe that this vile man could have killed Harry and the force of his death hit her again, "LIAR!" She broke free finally and screamed at him, "YOU WILL NEVER CONTROLL US!"

"I said SILENCE!" He raised his wand again and once again a silence came over the group.

"You can do nothing. I have won." He gazed out at the people, Hagrid sobbing in the background clutching Harry to his chest. "Face your defeat."

"DUMBLEDOR'S ARMY!" Neville had broken free of the spell and he ran forward. He had gone no more than five steps when he fell like a rock. He struggled but couldn't get free of whatever spell had been placed on him.

Voldemort strode forward slowly, his bare feet moving silently across the grassy plane. "You cannot win." He pulled out the sorting hat from behind him and placed it on Neville's head, "There will be no more sorting at Hogwarts. Only Slytherin shall prevail!"

The hat burst into flames, engulfing his head he squirmed, trying to get out when suddenly his arms were free. Ginny watched in awe as he jumped up and pulled the hat off his head, also pulling a silver sword out of the flames. Voldemort stood there in shock, giving Neville the time he needed to run forward and slice the head off of his snake. "THAT ONE WAS FOR HARRY!"

Ginny gave a laugh in triumph and she ran towards Bellatrix Lestrange, Hermione and Luna behind her. Ginny had thought the three of them might have been able to take her but they had obviously underestimated Bellatrix's strength. For every spell they shot, she had three already fired. The killing spell had just narrowly missed her when her mother pushed the girls aside. "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!"

The girls were ready to run in and help when they realized she didn't need it. Ginny's mother was doing fabulous, her wand whirling; shooting spells at a mile a minute. "What're you're kids going to do when poor mummy's dead!" Bellatrix laughed, "Gone just like Freddie!"

This seemed to push Molly over the limit and a jet up green light shot out the tip of her wand, flying under the outstretched arm of the wild eyed woman. She died like her cousin, the ghost of her last laugh etched on her face. But instead of tumbling into oblivion she crumpled to the floor, defeated.

There was a loud blast and a voice screamed out, "PROTEGO!" but it wasn't just any voice. Ginny would know that voice anywhere. It was the voice she had dreamt of so many times. The voice she had thought she would never hear again. The voice of Harry Potter.

She had never been so happy in her life. Harry, her Harry was alive; he was alive and about to battle the most powerful wizard in history. She almost laughed at the irony, the boy she loved was alive, only to put himself in another life threatening situation.

The two were circling each other, holding their wands out in front of themselves and Harry was saying something, "...Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because he never had it won from him!"

Voldemort hissed back, "But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

Harry laughed humorlessly, "...Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard...The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance...The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."

Ginny stopped listening, too happy to see Harry alive. To see his green eyes once again, even if they were fixed on Voldemort full of malice. She tuned back in to hear Voldemort screech, "You dare?"

"Yes, I dare!" Harry screamed back, holding his wand more confidently. Voldemort was breaking, they could all see it, could all feel it. His power was slipping and Harry's was strengthening. From what she had heard Harry was the true master of the elder wand. The wand that Voldemort had supposedly dug up (along with Dumbledore) to find, and was holding in his hand.

More screaming passed and then the sun was rising, light coming over the horizon, "AVADA KEDAVERA!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

There was a blinding flash of light and then Harry was catching Voldemort's wand with the trained hand of a seeker. The crowd was silent as they watched Voldemort's lifeless body tumble to the ground. The uproar was so loud that Ginny almost reached up to cover her ears. Then there were people hugging her, Hermione and Ron, both of who were crying (though Ron would deny it later) they practically squeezed all the air out of her.

"We should go find Harry." Then Hermione dragged Ron away and they ran into the crowd.

Ginny saw George walking aimlessly through the crowd of people and walked over to him. "George." He looked up at her and she hugged him, "I'm so glad you're okay."

He said nothing, just stood there while she hugged him.

"George?" Silence. "George you answer me right now or I swear to god I'll-"

"You'll what Ginny? Kill me?" He laughed humorlessly, "I'd be all too happy if you did."

She smacked him so hard across the face that a couple people turned to look, "Don't you ever EVER say that." Her voice was shaky but soft.

"I don't know what to do Gin- Fred's gone." His voice cracked at the last words, "What do I do? Where do I go?"

"George, you can't think like that." She turned his face so he was looking at her, "Think of what Fred would say."

"What's that?" Her brother looked so lost that she almost cried right then and there. But no, she had to keep strong for him.

"He'd tell you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get your arse to the great hall to celebrate Voldemort's death with your family."

"Hey no cursing." He looked shocked at what he had said.

Ginny smiled, his familiar words finally spilling the tears over her cheeks, "That's the George I know."

"Hey now, no crying." He wiped the tears from her eyes, "That's my job."

They hugged a moment before George took her hand and walked with her up to the Great Hall. They met their family at the Gryffindor table and Ginny shared hugs with all her brother's before going to sit next to her mom. "I'm so glad it's finally over."

"Me to dear me too."

They sat there, her head on her shoulder and listened to people rejoice. Until her mother said, "Where is Harry dear, he was looking awfully thin, I hope he ate something."

Ginny wanted to roll her eyes at her mother but that was a good question, where was Harry. "Mum, I'm going to go to the loo."

"Be careful Ginny; take one of your brothers with you." Ignoring her mom she walked out of the great hall only to run into Hermione, "Have you seen Harry?"

"No sorry." She hugged Ginny, "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me too." She hugged her back, "You should go with my family until you can get back to your parents."

"Of course, good idea." She looked distracted. "Is Ron there too?"

"Yes. Now go." She watched Hermione go with a small smile.

Wandering down the corridor, thinking of where Harry could have possibly gone she saw something that brought her to a stop. The girl, Sally Burns, that Ginny had held while she died, was lying on the floor, her family surrounding her. Suddenly she remembered what Sally had said to her and walked up to the family.

"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Burns?" They all looked up, the smallest boy looked confused.

"Hello? Did we know you?"

"Err no…"

"Did you know our daughter?" They looked so distraught.

"Not exactly." She shuffled, "I-I found her when-when she was dying. I-I stayed with her the whole time. Tried to comfort her."

Her mother started to cry harder, "Oh god!"

"She-wanted me to tell you guys that she loved you."

"Oh god." Her mother had fallen to her knees.

"I couldn't leave her- and that was the last thing she said. She just wanted me to tell you she loved you." At the distraught look of the girl's parents she added, "She wasn't in pain, not at the end, I swear."

The oldest brother of about nine walked forward, "You just left her! Behind a statue!"

"I didn't want her to get – stepped on, or moved."

The parents were hugging each other on the ground and the smallest boy, about three ran over and hugged her legs, "Thank you miss. I'm glad Sally was with someone so nice."