"Possibly," He paused to think what I was saying over. "Are you thinking about Death?"
Ginny cut in. "You mean you might be able to bring Fred back?"
"It's risky Ginny and I wanted your opinion." I said. Maybe if I worded the incantation correctly I might end the suffering the war caused.
"I think it wouldn't hurt to try."
"It never hurts to try Harry."
"I'm going down to the Great Hall to see if it would work on Fred." I walked with purpose towards the Hall. I hoped for Ginny's hopes that this would work. I didn't want to let her down.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley rushed towards me for a hug. "You look a bit peaky dear."
"Mum, Harry needs to try something, alright?" Ginny saved me; I wanted to do this immediately.
"Alright dear, but then we'll get you some food." She stepped back and I walked over to Fred and pointed the Elder Wand at him.
"Finite Incantatem" I thought that would counteract the Killing Curse.
I think Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and I were all holding our breaths until—
"Argh! I've got a killer headache! Oi, anyone got a potion for a headache?" yelled a now fully alive Fred.
"Fred!" said Mrs. Weasley, she and Ginny were both crying. Mr. Weasley was as happy as I'd ever seen him and I just walked over to where Mrs. Tonks and Teddy, my godson, were hunched over Lupin and Tonks.
"Finite Incantatem" I repeated the process on both Tonks and Lupin.
"Wotcher, Harry." I smiled. That was Tonks.
"Hello Harry." My smile broadened. There was Remus. I ran to give him a big hug as Tonks was encased by her mother and Teddy.
I repeated the process over and over again until I had brought every formerly dead person back. Then, I walked back over to Ginny. She threw her arms around me and snogged me right there. "Guess we're back together then?" She promptly replied by snogging me more. It was like we were back in her bedroom on my birthday. Her soft lips, her silky skin, and the softness of her hair: it was a blissful escape.
When we broke apart, she looked at me seriously and asked, "What about you parents?"
I had thought about them, but I couldn't bring them back. "They've been gone for 16 years, I could bring them back, but they know too much about Death. Sirius's body is trapped beyond the dais, so it'd be like forcing him to become a ghost."
"Oh," She looked crestfallen, but then she remembered, "George! We've got to get George down here."
We told Mrs. Weasley where we were going, but I'm not sure she heard me. I thought about Cedric, I wondered I could still bring him back; he'd only been gone for three years. We ran hurriedly up to the 7th floor and stopped in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
"I need to get in," I said to her.
"No password no entry," She replied, still the same as ever.
"Why?" I asked. I wondered if anyone had questioned her before. Probably, but it was worth a try, Tom Riddle was never killed before. "Riddle's dead. Who are you guarding against? Ginny and I are Gryffindors, you've seen us before."
"Oh. Well, it's because, um, uh," She looked baffled and confused, "Oh, very well go on in."
Ginny looked at me as we entered the common room through the Portrait Hole, "That was wicked, Harry. I've never seen her speechless before like that."
"What happened?" Bill asked. He looked tired, and I couldn't blame him. It had been a long and bloody battle.
"You have to come downstairs. Now! It's really important." Ginny looked at her brothers and her sister-in-law.
"Gin, you look like a kid who wants to show her parents what she got them for Christmas," Bill answered. "Alright, we're coming."
"I think I'll stay here," said George, who looked tired and sad, but in a way happy for the end of the war.
"No George," Ginny adopted a pose similar to her mother's when she was angry, "YOU have to come. NOW."
"Wow, Gin," said an incredulous George, "You looked so much like Mum, it was scary," He sighed. "I'll come, but you'd better wake Ron and Hermione.
I walked over the two sleeping on one of the couches that I had sat on so many times. It was the one where I had been sitting with Gin against my legs when she made the comment about my fake Hungarian Horntail tattoo. It was the one Ron was sitting on when I kissed Ginny after the Quidditch Cup the previous year.
"Ron, mate, get up," I nudged him, "Hermione, come on." The two were out. "Okay, we'll do it the hard way. Rictusempra."
The tickling charm had its desired effect and the sleeping duo. Fits of giggles erupted through out the room as the audience laughed at Ron and Hermione's misfortune of being at the end of a tickling charm and the pair's giggles due to the effects of the tickling charm.
"Okay, Harry. We give, not use the countercurse!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Finite Incantatem."
"Now why did you have to so rudely awaken us?" asked Ron.
"Come on! Let's go. Move or I will hex you," said an exasperated Ginny. No one doubted her threat and all moved out of the Portrait Hole towards the Great Hall.S