Ginny Weasley sits there every night.
Waiting, watching, wondering.
Sitting of the window seat in the girls' dormitory she looks out the window, for some reason all she can think about-again-is Harry. Every now and again, he's all she can think about. She worries if he's safe, or even-her body turns cold every time she thinks this-if he's dead. She wonders where he, Ron, and Hermione are.
She wonders if they've found whatever it is that they are looking for. She hopes he'll come to her soon. Sometimes, when it's late at night, Ginny can almost feel him watching her, or at least she hopes so. Ginny wants very badly for it all to be over, for things to be somewhat normal again, so that she and Harry can live a peaceful life without Voldemort.
But Ginny also knows that they might not ever get to have that future; that Voldemort could take Harry away from her before they ever get a chance. In the back of her mind Ginny gets an erie feeling that something has to happen to Harry in order to kill Voldemort. The thought that he may die, as well as her brother and would-be sister and other people she knows and loves, could die, brings tears to Ginny's eyes each time she thinks about it.
Somehow, somehow he'll come back to me.
It ended with death, the death of many she loved. Remus, Tonks, and even Fred. She knew George would be broken without him. But somehow, they'd go on. But then, like a beacon of hope shining through the despair, there he was. Her mum had him in a death hug. Over her mum's shoulder he saw her. Gently, he removed himself from Mrs. Weasley's arms. And as Ginny ran into his arms, and he held her so tightly she didn't want him to ever let go, he pressed his lips into her hair and all Ginny thought was
he came back to me
I don't own Harry Potter, and I cannot wait for part two of the Deathly Hallows! any ways, review :)