Rev Raptor MK II: Wow! It seems so many people want an epilogue! Well, here it is!

Title: Even in the Shadows  

Summary: Harry is an assassin. Ginny is his target. Will he be able to go through with it?

Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter. Me wish me did. Me know it can't be true *Tear*

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The burial was a sad one. It was private, only the closest of Harry's friends invited. That included, Ron, Hermione, Remus, Ginny, Sirius, Fred, George, Dumbledore, and McGonagall. Not even Fred and George cracked any jokes and once more, the light in Albus Dumbledore's eyes had gone out.

Harry lay in his casket, as perfect as can be. A few days ago, his neck had been twisted fully to one side, and his spinal cord in pieces. It may have been a two-story window, but falling on your head can do more damage than good.

Tears streamed down all faces as the casket was lowered. Hermione and Ginny kissed their fingers and gently placed them on the coffin; a last kiss goodbye. Ron turned away as they lowered the body until it was fully submerged into the six feet of ground. Hermione walked over and hugged him around the middle.

'It will be ok.'

More tears fell. In the twinkling of an eye, Dumbledore and McGonagall were gone, not being able to stand it. Fred and George left without another word. Sirius broke down on Remus' shoulder, who was in turn trying to keep himself together. Ginny was another story.

She stood off to the side, underneath a clump of trees. Her face was devoid of any tears or emotion, at least on the outside. Inside was a tirade of emotion, ranging from a burning hatred into a boiling sadness. She abruptly turned away from the grave site and stalked off, only to Disapparate from the scene. Ron and Hermione followed, knowing Ginny would return to The Burrow.

Crocknaw was arrested not long after, document portraying his existence found in Harry's room, in  a secret compartment under the bed. They Ministry also found medical documents exposing the fact that Harry was mentally unstable and should be kept out of human contact.

"Why didn't he tell us?" Ginny wondered.

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Darkness fell soon enough for the youngest Weasley. She lay down ever slowly and began to fall into a dreamless sleep.

This world

This world is cold

But you don't

You don't have to go

She missed Harry terribly. She came to that stunning decision around midnight, a week after his death. Ginny seemed to forget the fact that Harry had tried to kill her. 'I forgive you,' she whispered. 'Come back.'

You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care

You're mother's gone and your father hits you

This pain you cannot bear

Ron and Hermione moved Ginny from The Burrow to Madame Hilde's Mental Institution. They had seen high nor low sign of any fact that Ginny was going to come out of her shell and greet the world again. Maybe there she could get the help of dealing with Harry's death.

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you know

Three weeks past and no change in her behavior. Granted she was eating again, but the depression wasn't relenting. The doctors gave up.

Your days

Your say they're way too long

And your nights

You can't sleep at all

Hold on

And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more

And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more

Yes. Ginny was waiting for something. What, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to give up until she found it.

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking, you're one step closer

Don't stop searching, its not over

Hold on

Then, as if delivered from a giant blow, it hit her. In her dreams, Harry spoke, His deep voice was warm and comforting. A spark of fire lit up in her features. It grew brighter with each word Harry spoke. Reassurance was there, everything she needed was there. Her dormant shell broke; and she wept finally.

What are you looking for?

What are you waiting for?

Do you know what you're doing to me?

Go ahead…What are you waiting for?

The Harry in her dreams told her to let go of his memory. It was better this way. Fred came to collect her about six weeks into her treatment. The doctors had seen a major improvement. She no longer walked around like a zombie, but laughed and joked with the other patients. All was returning to normal for young Ginny Weasley. The memory was there, but it didn't shine through as bright as it had been doing, and she finally had control of her soul once more.

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking, you're one step closer

Don't stop searching, its not over

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you know

Hold on…

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Rev Raptor MK II: *Crickets* Erm, yeah. Pretty crappy ending I know but if you feel merciful, please review. Now, that I have completed this, I'm moving on to my Zoids fic. I believe I will entitle it: Operation: Shadow Liger 0014.

~*~Owari~*~

JA!