Disclaimer: any of the characters that you recognize as the work of J.K. Rowling, I
don't own. but I think that you will be able to recognize my characters.
Oh, and by the way, if it doesn't already say what point of view it is, it is automatically Harry's point of view. Just thought that I'd let you know.
Harry had gone to sleep that night happy, which hadn't been a common occurrence sense Harry had fled from the Burrow during Bill and Fleur's wedding so long ago.
Harry was feeling anxious about the following day. He had planned everything, but he still had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. What if she said no? What would I say then? I feel so incomplete without Ginny, what if my better half didn't want me like I wanted them? It was a little past midnight before Harry had fallen into a light sleep.
Harry was walking down the dark path. It looks so familiar, Harry thought. Ahead of him, he saw a girl with flaming red hair. Ginny. Harry began sprinting towards her, when he realized where he was. The Chamber of Secrets. When Harry reached Ginny, he bent down to see if she was alive. She was white as a sheet, and not moving.
"Hello, Harry," said an unknown voice.
Harry looked up to see Lord Voldemort standing over them, smiling.
"Tom? What are you doing here?" asked a bewildered Harry.
"Seeing you, of course," Tom replied.
"But-But-How?" Harry was so confused and nervous that he couldn't even string together a sentence. But what brought Harry back to reality was the fact that Ginny lay below him in an unconscious state.
"What'd you do to her?" asked Harry, who was getting nervous.
"Why, she was bait for you, of course," replied Voldemort.
"Bait?"
"Yes, but now that she has served her purpose, what to do with her?"
"Don't hurt her!"
"Don't hurt her? Why, I wasn't going to hurt her, I was going to kill her!"
"NOOOO!!!!!" screamed Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Ginny!"
Harry awoke, covered in a cold sweat. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew it was just a dream, more like a nightmare, and that Lord Voldemort was now truly dead, but it was still frightening. He had to fix things, now.
Harry jumped out of bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He bolted out the door, ran down the many flights of stairs, not stopping until he reached Ginny's room.
He pulled her door open with extreme force. Ginny woke with a start from the noise.
"Harry?"asked a startled Ginny. What's he doing here? she thought.
"Ginny, I can't take it any more. I am heartbroken and incomplete without you by my side. Will you please take me back?" asked Harry.
"What?" Ginny was confused. Oh My Gosh. He's asking to take me back!!!
"Yes or No?"
"Harry James Potter, I have waited for you to say that sense I ran out of the Great Hall," Ginny said with excitement.
She jumped out of her bed and into Harry's waiting arms. They just stood there, in each others arms, for a while, enjoying each other's presence.
"Harry?" asked Ginny, breaking the silence.
"What is it, Ginny?" Harry responded, slightly worried.
"What made you want me back?" questioned Ginny.
"Well…er…" The question made Harry uncomfortable. It's not like he didn't want to tell her, because he did, but he didn't know the right words to phrase it in. "Well," he continued, "I had a…er…nightmare… that Voldemort had… k-k-killed you. And, well, the thought of it...well…made me scared. I couldn't stand being away from you, Ginny. I needed you back in my arms. When I kissed you in the common room, I…well…felt complete. And when you were away, it felt like half of me was missing."
"Oh, Harry." Ginny felt touched, that Harry felt that way for her. "I'm so sorry that I yelled at you like I did. I was just happy that you were back, and alive. But I was also sad that you had left me. I over-reacted, and I didn't think about the consequences of my actions, that I would be pushing you away."
"Ginny Weasley, I promise you, that I will never leave you willingly ever," said Harry.
Instead of responding with words, Ginny kissed Harry. She tried to put all of her feelings for Harry, how sorry she was, how much she loved him, and how happy that she was to be with him again, into that kiss.
They stayed in each others arm kissing, for, what seemed like to Harry, several hours.
When they broke apart, all they could do was smile at each other.
"You know, my last thought before Voldemort hit me with the killing curse was of you, Ginny." said Harry.
After Harry said that, Ginny had tears in her deep brown eyes.
"What is it, Ginny?" asked Harry, who was concerned.
"Nothing, I'm just so touched."
"I love you, Ginny."
"And I love you, too."
They stayed with each other until about 3 o'clock, just standing in a comfortable silence.
"I think you need to go to bed, Ginny," said Harry as Ginny yawned.
"Maybe you're right. I'll see you in the morning. Good night," said Ginny, crawling under the covers.
Harry kissed her on the forehead, saying "Goodnight, Ginny."
The minute that Ginny's head hit the pillow, she fell into a deep and pleasant slumber.
Harry awoke the next morning extremely overjoyed. Until, that is, he remembered what day it was.
That day, was when a majority of the fallen heroes funerals. The thought of having to burry Fred, Remus, Tonks, and many others, for good sent chills down Harry's spine.
Harry heard Ron shifting in his bed next door. Being careful not to wake him, Harry stood up, grabbed a clean pair of clothes, and tip-toed down the few flights of stairs that lead to the bathroom.
When he was ready, Harry went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Once in there, Harry saw a mournful-looking Mrs. Weasley, a Mr. Weasley who was desperately trying to comfort his wife, Bill and Fleur, who had arrived that morning, and a solemn Percy. Charlie had yet to arrive from Romania, and George, Ron and Ginny were upstairs, either still sleeping or getting ready. But Harry doubted that George would be entering the kitchen any time soon.
The breakfast on the table was simple, for Mrs. Weasley was in no state able to cook, so Fleur had done it, but only half-heartedly. Everyone was dressed in black robes, proper attire for a funeral. The memorials for the funerals were to be held at Hogwarts, and afterwards, the families would take their loved ones to their chosen sight of burial for a small, family service.
The portkey that was chosen to take them to Hogwarts had taken the shape of an old trunk, for it would have to be big enough for all of the Weasleys, Harry, and Fleur. Hermione would be meeting them at Hogwarts, because she was currently in Darwin, Australia, reversing the memory charm on her parents. She had sent an owl earlier in the week telling them that she had located her parents, and preparing to see them.
Harry had just sat down and was grabbing a piece of buttered toast when Ginny shuffled in, looking clearly distraught, thought her eyes lit up a little at the sight of Harry. She walked with more purpose in her step over to where Harry was seated.
She kissed him softly on the cheek as she sat down on the seat next to him. She managed up a small smile, just for him, but it quickly disappeared when she stole a glance at her mum. Ginny looked down at her lap as Harry squeezed her hand in a comforting way. Her eyes wandered up to meet Harry's. The way he looked at her with his beautiful, green, eyes always had a calming effect on her.
"Come, now. Where's Ron and George? We need to be leaving, or we'll miss our portkey!" said Mr. Weasley, a very false look on his face.
"RON! GEORGE! GET YOUR BUTTS DOWN HERE!" Ginny yelled at the stairs.
After a few moments, the sounds of feet clambering down stairs were heard from a few stories up.
"I'm here," said a startled Ron, entering the kitchen in the typical attire for the day, black robes.
"Where's George, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, while trying to hide her tears.
"He said that he needed to grab some things, and that he would be down in a second," replied Ron.
Just as Ron finished speaking, George appeared in the doorway, looking even more depressed than Mrs. Weasley. He wasn't speaking, thought. Not even crying.
"Hurry up, hurry up. We best be leaving now," said Mr. Weasley, ushering them towards the door, with Ron swiping pieces of food as he passed.
They had all put their hands on the old trunk just as it glowed blue. Harry felt the familiar hook behind his naval as they spiraled towards Hogwarts.
After a solid five minutes of spinning, everyone tumbled to the ground near the lake.
The surrounding area looked very similar to how it was at the time of Dumbledore's funeral. There was the podium, a few seats behind it, and a couple hundred chairs were arranged in front of it. About half of the seats were already filled with wizards mourning their losses.
Harry was about to take a row of empty seats in the back, when Minister Kingsley stopped him.
"No, Harry. You will be sitting behind the podium. As for the others, they will be sitting up front," said Kingsley, directing them towards the front of the garden.
"Er-great," responded Harry, slightly confused.
Harry walked up to the front, trying his best to ignore the stares from the other witches and wizards.
After a few moments of uncomfortable stares from the occupants of the seats, Kingsley stood up to speak.
"Welcome, all. Today we are to honor and pay our respects for the fallen heroes of the Second Wizard War."
Kingsley spoke a beautiful speech of love, respect, bravery and honor. But Harry was only half paying attention. His mind was just elsewhere. But he was jarred back to earth when Kingsley addressed Harry.
"Come up, Harry."
Harry stood up to speak.
"Hello. I-er-I want to tell you of a man, probably one of the bravest men that I knew. He was a spy for Dumbledore, though many thought otherwise. He completely loathed me, as I did him. But, recently, I learned that he had the greatest of motives. He did it out of caring. He did it of love for, yes, my mother. He cared for me, way more than he let show. He assisted me on my journeys over the previous year, greater than probably possible. He died, not in vain, but out of bravery, to the hand of Voldemort." Harry paused, letting his words connect with his audience. He was studding the looks on their faces. He could tell that they were trying to figure out who was the mystery man that Harry was addressing. "That man, was Severus Snape."
All who knew Severus gasped, out of sheer shock.
"He was a great man, and I think you deserve to know who he really was. He was not the evil man that most of you thought you knew, he was the great man that only Dumbledore had the honor of knowing," Harry paused. His eyes wandered the crowd, stopping on Ginny. She was wide-eyed in shock, mouth gaping. Harry couldn't help smile at her.
"Thank you, Minister Kingsley," said Harry, sitting down. As he left, the crowd burst into applause. But none louder than the Weasleys and Hermione, who had joined them just before Harry got up to speak.
A few more people stood up to speak, but in Harry's and many other peoples opinions, his was by far the most inspirational speech.
Kingsley dismissed everyone to go and retrieve the caskets bearing their loved ones.
Harry immediately sought out the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley brought him into one of her hugs, telling him, "That was beautiful, Harry. Truly beautiful."
Harry talked with a few, ok, many people, before him and the Weasleys decided to take Fred back to the Burrow.
They made their way to the portkey distributer. Their portkey took the shape of a wooden box, containing nothing.
They spun back to the Burrow. When they arrived, they agreed on burring Fred the next day on top of the hill.
Harry made his way to his 'room.' He wanted to be away from everyone for a few hours.
Harry lied down on his bed, and drifted into a light sleep.
A/N: Hey! I did it! This story is 2,076 words long! Way longer than my other three chapters. I don't guarantee that I will post another chapter before I leave on my trip, but I'll be writing on my trip. So hopefully I'll have a few new chapters to post when I get back to the US. Please Rate & Review!
P.S. And sorry for the kindof sudden ending. I just couldn't think of much more for this chapter. But fear not, I allready have ideas for the next few chapters!
