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A/N: I'm back with another chapter! Yep! I've been writing a lot quicker than before, since I'm in a very action-mode part, so the chapters are being written a lot faster.

"Avada Kedrava!"

"Stupefy!"

Three wands met, and three jets of two red lights and one green light came from two different sides of the graveyard. And they met in a burst of gold light, which started the Priori Incantetem. The gold light made a web around them, and then, it happened.

A hand shot out of the middle, before going onto the left side of the battle. And then, to Harry's utter shock, another orb of light came out, except it soon shaped into Cedric Diggory. Cedric said, "Harry, Ginny, take my body back, will you? Take my body back."

Nodding and fighting through tears, Harry and Ginny kept the gold light in the middle, somehow. And then, another orb of light came out, and that too formed into the muggle man Frank Bryce, "So he really was a wizard, eh? Well, beat him."

Another orb of light came out, and it formed into Bertha Jorkins. "It's Harry Potter and You-Know-Who! Harry, beat Voldemort, you can do it."

Harry knew what was next.

Death Eaters backed away in shock as two orbs of light came out at once.

And they formed into the figures of Lily and James Potter.

"Son, daughter in-law, you have to keep the light up until I say so. We're going to try to distract him, but it's not going to work without you two. Do you understand? You do? Alright, wait for it. Keep up the connection Harry, Ginny, keep up the connection."

"It's time, sweetheart, it's time to let go," Lily cried, ghostly tears falling down her cheeks.

And that's what they did.

Harry and Ginny Potter watched as the ghostly figures overtook Voldemort, before they ran back to the cup, blood running down their arms. They grabbed Cedric's body along the way, before the two of them grabbed the Cup's handles, ready to go back to Hogwarts. Both felt a pull to the navel as they did this, and in an instant, they landed on the muddy grass, in front of the audience. Fleur screamed in shock, and so did many others. Ginny cried, "He's back! Voldemort's back!" Many people gasped in shock, but they didn't care, "He told us to take his body back! Cedric told us!"

Nobody could say anything. Amos Diggory screamed, "That's my son! Let me see my son!" The man made his way through the people, along with his wife, and the two of them cried and wailed when they saw the body of their son. Harry's vision was hazy, blurry, even, and he collapsed onto the ground, Ginny following him moments later. Their hands were still clasped, and Dumbledore ran towards them, as well as Moody, McGonagall, and many others.

And then everything went black.

XXX

Ginny awoke to see the familiar Hospital Wing. There were curtains around one bed, and she gulped at that, because she knew who was in there, or who wasn't in there. Cedric Diggory's body was just behind those curtains. The next thing she realized was that she was in pain. Her arm hurt. Her scar hurt. She heard wailing, she heard screaming, and most of all, and she heard a voice whispering in her ear. She stiffened unwillingly, until she realized it was Harry's voice. "Gin," he whispered in relief, and she sighed, not with content, but with the heavy burden lifted off her shoulders. "They thought we were dead until I woke up."

Not trusting her voice, Ginny tried telepathy. They thought we were dead?

Yes. When we collapsed, supposedly your mum and dad rushed over to us, and didn't feel our pulses. We were cold, like Cedric's body is. They thought we were dead, I honestly can't believe it. The next thing they knew, George and Luna are aura-readers, Gin; they are. They saw our auras, but nobody believed them until I woke up. Moody wasn't the real Moody, his name was Bartemius Crouch Jr., and he killed his own father before transfiguring Crouch Sr.'s body into a bone. A bone! The real Mad-Eye is currently over there, in the other occupied hospital bed, although he pulled up the curtains. Crouch's son has just been kissed, and Dumbledore and Fudge are currently fighting over it. Honestly, I've never seen the man so mad before. Oh yeah, and the Lovegoods were here, but I didn't get to see them. Heard them, though; they're in a pure bloody riot against Dumbledore himself. It seems that they were angry at him before, but now they're in a pure rage. The entire castle actually shook, because of them, can you believe it? Supposedly, their magical cores are combined, but that means ours are too. And it's going to increase, Ginny. We're considered the fourth in the most powerful people in the world: Moonstone and Quinn, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and then us. Sirius and Mary have stabilized their bond, but ours doubled twice this year. Twice! Both times when our lives were risked; Sirius and Mary are here too, but I haven't seen them yet either, same for Molly and Arthur. The world's crashing, Gin, it really is. We've won the money, but I honestly don't want it. Cedric deserved it, but the bloody seventeen year old is dead! Dead!

Harry, calm down, please, Ginny cried mentally, tears forming in her eyes, and he stopped.

You're right. Nobody caught us transforming, and Pomfrey blocked off our beds when we did. She put the charm on my clothes, but still!

It all wasn't a dream.

No. It's a bloody nightmare.

"Does Dumbledore want to speak with us?"

"Yes, I do," Albus Dumbledore spoke up.

Both of them jumped, and Ginny turned to see the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sitting on a blue armchair, at the foot of their bed. "I trust that the two of you want to speak with me?" They both nodded. "Well, as you know, Voldemort has returned.

"The Minister of Magic does not believe this, however, even though Cedric Diggory was obviously hit with the Killing Curse. He calls it an 'accident'. Now, I don't believe that we would want to stain Mr. Diggory's memory, so, I believe that the two of you wish to join?"

"Um . . . . Sir, join what?" Ginny asked.

"Not formally, since that wouldn't be helpful, but I believe that you know what the Order of the Phoenix is?"

"Sir," Harry gasped, "Why would you want us to join it? I'm already allowed to be in on the meetings."

"Like I said, not formally; but, we have a funeral to attend, today, if I'm correct?"

"Wait, how long have we been out?"

"Three days."

"That was longer than last time!"

"Yes, well, that cannot be helped."

XXX

The people sat.

Most of them silently cried.

Fleur was one of them.

Ginny was one of them.

Cho Chang was one of them.

The normal banners for the end of the year were pitch black, and Harry held Ginny while she cried. Hermione cried too, but she was doing it silently. Luna sniffed and cried into George's shoulder, while the red haired seventeen year old tried to comfort her. Fred and Ron were still in shock, and Angelina was trying to comfort Fred while she herself cried too. The Weasley family made a protective barrier around Harry, Ginny, George and Luna although Percy wasn't there. Friends, family, house-mates, year-mates, Beauxbatons students, Durmstrang students, Hogwarts students, they all had one thing in common: they were all attending the funeral of Cedric Diggory. Ginny just wanted it all to end. She wanted this dream to be over. The dream she was having, it wasn't sweet at all.

Ginny, we'll be okay.

Harry. . . .

They kissed, for one fleeting moment, but nobody had the heart to say anything. Cedric was dead. The boy that they had all come to befriend over the last seven years was dead. That was the matter of fact. And Ginny Potter just wanted it to be over, but sadly, it wasn't. It never would be. Death was going to make more trips to Britain than ever, she knew it. So, she wept. Ginny wept for Cedric's death, she wept for the return of Voldemort, and she wept for the upcoming deaths she would have to witness.

"The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this," Dumbledore began, "But Cedric Diggory's death was not caused by accident. Cedric Diggory died at the hands of Voldemort."

Sarah and James Potter stood in the painting right behind Dumbledore, and everybody could hear their loud cries of anguish. Many people though that the two of them were only crying because of the Dark Lord's return, but that was not the case. They were crying for the death of a boy who should have lived his life to the fullest. They were crying because the boy died when it was not his time, and they cried because they would never see another Diggory at their school, because Cedric Diggory was dead.

Two other people sat right next to the bonded four. They were almost unrecognizable to everybody, except the parents of the children currently at school. The boy, who looked no older than seventeen, was currently holding hands with the girl, who also looked no older than seventeen. The boy had silvery grey eyes, that were no longer haunted by his painful past, and he had unruly black hair, but not in the same manner as his late friend's son or his late friend himself. The girl, she had green eyes that were called emerald, sea green, stem leaf, or just plain green. She had messy locks of pale blonde hair, and it was obvious she was somehow related to two other people who were called Moonstone and Quinn Lovegood. The black haired boy and pale blonde haired girl were known as Sirius and Rosemary Black. Remus Lupin, Andromeda Tonks and Ted Tonks, and even Nymphadora Tonks sat with the Weasleys. Ginny and Harry could hear Sirius whispering to Mary, "It's okay Mars."

The funeral continued on, and Ginny felt the pain-stricken memories of how she had known Cedric. In truth, she really hadn't talked to the boy until a few moments before his death, and she silently wondered how his family was doing. They had given Fred and George Harry's prize money, all of it, so that the twins could open up their joke store. It seemed a good way to honor Cedric's memory, but the twins really didn't have a choice but to accept anyways.

When it was time to go, Ginny and Harry went back upstairs to pack. Basically, Dumbledore saw no more reasons to allow them to continue the school year, although fifth and seventh years would have to stay behind to complete their OWLS and NEWTS. They packed up all of their stuff; books, cauldrons, clothes, and looked at the room. Ginny sighed, "We'll see you next year, Sarah, James."

The two grief-stricken paintings nodded, and James, for the first time, said to them, "We'll see you next year too."

And so, Harry and Ginny met up with their friends in the Gryffindor Common Room. "I can't believe he's gone and Voldemort's back," Luna sighed, and Ron and Hermione winced.

Harry?

Yes?

Can you promise me something?

They started to walk to the Hogsmeade train station, when Fleur bumped into the seven of them. "Ack; I'm so very sorry, oh, it's you seven," she then smiled, "I would like to let you know that once I get back home, I'm going to get a job up here. Honestly, I'm making the excuse I want to 'perfect my English'. Well, see you soon?"

Promise you what?

"We'll see you one day," Harry and Ginny both agreed, before they continued on their way with the other five.

Promise me you won't give yourself up to Voldemort unless you have a damn good reason to.

Harry looked over at her, Ginny?

Promise Harry.

I promise.

Harry?

Yes?

I love you.

I love you too, Ginny.

The seven of them continued on their way, off to the carriages. And for once, Harry turned around to look at Hogwarts Castle, and Ginny did the same. He wanted to say goodbye, but he didn't know how to put it. "Goodbye Cedric," Ginny spoke for him, "And may you forever rest in peace. I hope the gates of death welcomed you joyously into heaven, because you never did anything wrong. Harry wishes the same thing for you, although he doesn't know how to say it. Goodbye Cedric Diggory and we hope that you find happiness once more."

Ginny grabbed his hand, and the two of them continued on their way, getting a carriage to themselves. Both of them had anguish, grief, and a small ounce of hope inside them. Hope that one day, they would bring Voldemort to his final death. Hope that one day, they would have their happily ever after. And then, a thought came to Ginny. One of a conversation she heard Sirius and Dumbledore having just a year ago. There was something strange about it. Horcruxes, the Order, and Headquarters; Harry!

What?

Dumbledore and Sirius were having a conversation a year ago about something. It had to do with Horcruxes, the Order of the Phoenix, and Headquarters! Grimmauld Place is being opened up as Headquarters for the Order! But what are Horcruxes?

I don't know.

The two of them continued on their way, stepping out of the carriage, and walked to Hogsmeade Station. Memories of Harry's third years flooded into their minds as they stepped onto the scarlet Hogwarts train. Trying to find their friends' compartment, they searched for a few minutes, before they found them, but decided that their friends' compartment was full enough. So, the two of them found an empty compartment, before they sat down in it, and were not joined by anybody; Ginny sat right next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. Both let out sighs, and Harry said, "We still have a long way to go."

"Yeah, we do."

"Cedric shouldn't have died, but I couldn't have died either."

"Do you think that we'll see him one day, again?"

"I think that, maybe, one day, if we both survive this mess, it would be a long time before we saw him again. Remember Moonstone and Quinn? Or how about Sarah and James; the four of them still looked seventeen, and Moonstone and Quinn are somehow still alive. I honestly think that they didn't build their own Philosopher's Stones, so that only leaves one solution: the Bond makes us immortal."

"It's such a scary thing to think about. Outliving my brothers, my kids, my nieces and nephews," Ginny whispered.

"They're my family too, but I don't want to lose them just because we're related through marriage."

I wish it didn't have to be this way.

"I know."

Ginny sighed and looked out the window. The countryside rushed past, as did the magical forests. It wasn't fair, the game Voldemort was playing. It was like chess, this game. You take one piece, and then it's the opponent's turn. She didn't like it one bit. They needed to take control, as soon as possible. Who would win? Who would lose? If Voldemort was the King of the side of the black chess pieces, then she and Harry would be the Queen and King. Dumbledore was going to make them lose this battle, and she had no intends of losing, ever.

"The emerald and ruby will regain their spots as King and Queen"

Ginny and Harry knew nothing of Trelawney's latest prophecy, but both of them were determined to not let Voldemort win. Voldemort had fallen once before, who said that he wouldn't fall again? But this time, they were determined to finish off Voldemort for good. And they would make sure of it. Whatever made Voldemort able to come back, they would kill it off. You know, you have too active of an imagination.

Hey!

Joking, Gin, joking.

Sure you were.

Hey! I really was.

Liar, Ginny laughed out loud.

"Why you," he growled, before laughing with her.

Yes, Voldemort was going to pay.

A/N: Still have the epilogue left, and then we're done with this one. Honestly, I had a really fun time writing this one. And I'm going to miss writing it. But, as always, a story must end at some point. But, no formal goodbyes! We aren't done with the series yet!

Review by Sunshine 72: I can't wait to see what happens next. I love it. Thanks.

Response: Thank you! Well, here's what happened. And I'm glad you've enjoyed this story so much!

Review by Darrell-dream: Good chapter, but way too short! If you're going to continue writing them this short then you're going to have to post four or five a day.

Response: Yes, well, Ack! You got me tied. Honestly, I had writer's block (damn you writer's block!), but when I figured out what I wanted to do, there wasn't much left I realized. We don't hear about hardly anything after the Third Task until JKR's The Order of the Phoenix, so I did it similar styled. Besides, the point of this chapter is also supposed to say how much Harry can't actually remember after the Third Task, since everything seems like a blur. You'll hear more on that in Destined Fate. Like I said before, there just wasn't much more to write after the Third Task, since nothing really goes on in the time period of March to the Third Task. The Destined Fate chapters are much longer, believe me, they are. Thank you for the review, and I hope that you continue to follow the series. And yes, I know, the epilogue is similar styled to this one (way too short and quick), but I think that it's going to seem that way since I didn't write the epilogue with much words (sorry 'bout that!).