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'Cause she is tomorrow, and I am today…

The ground beneath Harry was frozen solid. Even with three blankets, all the sweaters he owned, gloves, and a scarf, he was freezing. The empty mug beside him had once been filled with piping hot tea, brought to him by Hermione before she went to bed, though he had drained it in four large gulps. It had helped for a time, but the cold surrounding him had won.

With shaking fingers, he pulled a familiar bit of worn parchment from between the blankets. Tapping Hermione's wand against it, he whispered the familiar words: "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

An ink Hogwarts blossomed before his eyes, spreading rapidly through the map. Harry opened the pages up and found himself looking at the Great Hall. Staring at it, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something there they needed. After Ron's departure, Harry had tried to focus more and more on the Horcruxes, and though Hermione maintained her stance that Voldemort simply couldn't have hid something there, Harry's gut kept telling him to look.

Jerking from his thoughts, he lifted his eyes a few floors to find the Gryffindor common room, and then further up to the dormitories.

Ginny was in her bed, probably sound asleep. Harry quickly counted his blessings, happy that she was safe and out of harm's way. His stomach turned guiltily as he remembered the night Ron left, how he had heard that Ginny was trying to keep Dumbledore's Army alive and was giving Snape hell. At the same time the guilt struck, so did pride, a feeling so deep that it moved him close to tears. She was such a fighter, so strong.

He missed her so much. He wished that he hadn't been forced to cut their relationship short, though there had been no choice. She understood that, he knew, but it didn't heal his feelings of bitterness that things worked out this way. He wished with all of his heart that things were different, and that he was in the castle with her, studying and laughing with Ron and Hermione, with no war or Horcruxes to bother them.

Luck never seemed to be on his side unless he was about to die.

He watched Ginny for a long while, continuing to think about her, about how when his hunt for the Horcruxes was over and there was no longer a war to worry about, they could be together. If he survived, he thought with a shudder, or if she would have him. Harry didn't think that he wanted to be with anyone else, and thought that Ginny was it for him. Though he hadn't realized it until it was too late, he loved her.

Sighing, Harry folded the map and tapped it again with Hermione's wand, this time muttering, "Mischief managed." A small scuffling sound brought Harry's attention back to the tent, but it was only Hermione. She was wrapped in a heavy blanket and looked at Harry through the slit in the opening of the tent. Her face was dry, though her eyes were red and puffy. She looked as though she hadn't slept at all.

"Harry," she asked, "Are you cold?"

Facing forward again, Harry swallowed and blinked, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he went in, not when his thoughts were full of Ginny and Horcruxes, or he felt so miserable deep down.

"No. Go on back to sleep, Hermione."

I always loved that small paragraph in Deathly Hallows, when Jo talks about Harry staring at Ginny's name on the map. :3 Made me wonder if he ever had considered the future or thought he would live or die. I'm thinking that there's a bit more juice to here than I wrote, though.

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Lori.