Who Is That Hagrid's Carrying?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters:)

A/N: Just a little something I came up with;) I started BAWLING in the movie when I saw Ginny flip out when she thought Harry was dead in Hagrid's arms. It got me thinking...just what was she thinking during that? Well...this is what I think;) Review!

I pushed my way through the crowd that had begun to form at the front of the school. I saw Voldemort's procession coming towards us, but why were we all gathered to see that? That was really bad, right? Why were we so near the one who wanted to kill us all?

Then, I noticed Hagrid.

"Dad, who is Hagrid carrying?" I whispered to my father, who was just inches away.

I recieved no answer.

"Ron?" I tried. But he was frozen.

"Who is that? Who is that that Hagrid's carrying?" I asked to no one in particular. I felt the knot in my stomach tightened as the procession came closer.

That's when I saw the glasses.

"NO!"

The word that tore from my lips surprised even me, but not enough that I backed down. How could he? HARRY!

"Ginny, no!" My father said, trying to restrain me.

"Harry, no!" I yelled again, the hot tears spilling from my eyes.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort announced, and - whilst everyone on our side cried - the Deatheaters laughed. They laughed. How could you laugh at that? Oh, my poor Harry! No!

My line of vision was blurred by tears, and my hearing was focusing in and out as I tried to restrain the grief within me. I heard Voldemort ask for people to join him, and Draco Malfoy left us. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but Harry. The Boy Who Lived. The Boy I Loved.

I focused in halfway through a very nice speech given by Neville.

"Tonks, Lupin. They didn't die for nothing. Not even Harry. He died for us. He didn't die in vain. But you will!"

And then - surprisingly - Neville pulled the Sword of Gryffendor from the hat he'd been holding, and he pointed in at Voldemort.

In the same moment, Harry sprang from Hagrid's arms, and pointed his wand at Voldemort.

I could focus on nothing else but Harry. He wasn't dead! He was alive! I could see the tears still on Hagrid's face, but I could also see the undistinguished joy. For a moment, everything seemed like it was going to be okay. Harry was alive. He was alive. He wasn't dead. Not dead...

He looked at me for a moment, and I saw the love printed all over his face. I knew that one day, somehow, we'd be together forever.

I hope it was okay and that you enjoyed! I never really saw anything strictly from Ginny's point of view, so I hope I captured her character well enough:) Review!

~PeachyKeen13