"Take a walk with me," He whispered in her ear. "I have to tell you something."
She shivered as his warm breath brushed over her neck and she instinctively leaned in for a kiss but was met with only a gust of cold air and the flapping of his invisibility cloak as he swept past her. At any other time, Ginny might have refused out of sheer stubbornness, but the final minutes of a temporary truce probably weren't the best time for obstinacy. Glancing around surreptitiously, she disillusioned herself and made her way towards the forest. She didn't need the quiet crunch of his trainers on the dry leaves ahead of her to know where he wanted to meet, the overgrown pathway down to their spot was ingrained in her memory from many wonderful summer afternoons.
Harry must have rushed ahead of her, as by the time the foliage parted, he was already standing there under their tree, the invisibility cloak draped over his arm the only thing not casting a long shadow in the rising sunlight. It suddenly struck her that it had been almost a year since they'd first found this place, nestled away where the Great Lake met the Forbidden Forest at a point which wasn't technically out of bounds, if only because there was little reason for amorous students to wander for several minutes through the treeline for such minimal privacy when there were hundreds of perfectly serviceable nooks and crannies to fulfil their needs inside Hogwarts.
Her wistful smile at the memory of those days when their biggest concerns were making it back to the common room before curfew hit quickly faded when she drew close enough that her wandlight danced over Harry's features. He was looking at her with that same steely, sorrowful expression he'd worn after the funeral and before he even opened his mouth, she knew exactly what he was going to say.
"I have to die, Ginny."