All That's Left: Part 1
Ginny started down at her picture of Neville off of her nightstand. She began to shed a tear. Ginny's husband, Neville Longbottom, had died in the war 1 year ago today. She went to fetch a quill from her study when there was a knock at her door. She answered the door, and there stood one of her very best friends, Harry Potter, bruised and beaten. She embraced him with a huge bear hug. "Harry! I'm so glad to see you," cried Ginny. Harry grinned his huge happy grin. "It's nice to see you to Ginns." Ginny's head dropped. "He used to call me Ginns," Ginny weeped. "I'm sorry Ginny, I had no idea, I." "It's ok Harry, if anyone else called me Ginns I'd want it to be you," she laughed. Ginny walked across the hall into the living room and lit a candle. "It's been a year today, Harry, a whole year. Oh I miss him so much Harry!" Harry looked into the mirror across from the couch they were sitting on. "The war is hard Ginny. Every day I think I'm an inch closer to death. Fighting off Voldemort, patronusing every dementor away, covering my mouth in fear of losing my soul, seeing the dark mark fly into the air every day. It's hard. Sometimes I forget what I'm fighting for, but when she sends me letter with pictures, and I look at her eyes, full of fear and heartache, and I read the letters full of regret and pain, I remember what it's for. When she sends me pictures of the children, I know what I'm fighting for, and it's for the world to live free like we once did before. It's to give our children a safe place to ride their brooms outside. It's to keep innocent men and women out of Azkaban. It's to rid the world of the Dark Lord." Ginny grinned, but Harry could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at the portrait of Neville in the living room. The portrait beamed at Ginny so bright it was blinding. "How long has it been, you know, since you and Luna got married," Ginny said. "Three years in December," Harry said happily. "She misses you horribly," Ginny said, "she writes me letter telling me how much she longs for you to grab her up into your strong arms like you used to. She misses waking up in your arms." Harry looked down at the wedding band on his ring finger and started to cry. "I miss her too. I miss making love to her, and telling her how beautiful she looks. I miss seeing her on Christmas, with her eye's lit up like flames, burning with love and happiness." Harry sighed. Just then Ginny's door slung open. "Harry, Harry come one, we'll be needed soon." That was Dudley's voice coming from the door. "Don't just open the door you twit! You'll scare them to death!" It was Ron then. "It's funny seeing you three fight side by side," Ginny giggled, "I know, I never even suspected to talk to Dudley after I graduated Hogwarts, much less fight with him, on the same side at that," Harry chuckled, "Well Ginny, duty calls. I must go now. I'll talk to you soon?" "Soon," said Ginny, "very soon. Now get going! Fight for the freedom of us all, Harry! Tell Ron and all my brothers I love them!" "I definitely will," called Harry from the door. Ginny looked out side and saw Ron and Dudley, stading there in their armor, with swords, and wands. "Goodbye you all," Ginny said and she walked back up stairs to her bedroom. She picked up Neville's picture. "You did the right thing honey, you did the right thing."
Ginny started down at her picture of Neville off of her nightstand. She began to shed a tear. Ginny's husband, Neville Longbottom, had died in the war 1 year ago today. She went to fetch a quill from her study when there was a knock at her door. She answered the door, and there stood one of her very best friends, Harry Potter, bruised and beaten. She embraced him with a huge bear hug. "Harry! I'm so glad to see you," cried Ginny. Harry grinned his huge happy grin. "It's nice to see you to Ginns." Ginny's head dropped. "He used to call me Ginns," Ginny weeped. "I'm sorry Ginny, I had no idea, I." "It's ok Harry, if anyone else called me Ginns I'd want it to be you," she laughed. Ginny walked across the hall into the living room and lit a candle. "It's been a year today, Harry, a whole year. Oh I miss him so much Harry!" Harry looked into the mirror across from the couch they were sitting on. "The war is hard Ginny. Every day I think I'm an inch closer to death. Fighting off Voldemort, patronusing every dementor away, covering my mouth in fear of losing my soul, seeing the dark mark fly into the air every day. It's hard. Sometimes I forget what I'm fighting for, but when she sends me letter with pictures, and I look at her eyes, full of fear and heartache, and I read the letters full of regret and pain, I remember what it's for. When she sends me pictures of the children, I know what I'm fighting for, and it's for the world to live free like we once did before. It's to give our children a safe place to ride their brooms outside. It's to keep innocent men and women out of Azkaban. It's to rid the world of the Dark Lord." Ginny grinned, but Harry could see the pain in her eyes as she looked at the portrait of Neville in the living room. The portrait beamed at Ginny so bright it was blinding. "How long has it been, you know, since you and Luna got married," Ginny said. "Three years in December," Harry said happily. "She misses you horribly," Ginny said, "she writes me letter telling me how much she longs for you to grab her up into your strong arms like you used to. She misses waking up in your arms." Harry looked down at the wedding band on his ring finger and started to cry. "I miss her too. I miss making love to her, and telling her how beautiful she looks. I miss seeing her on Christmas, with her eye's lit up like flames, burning with love and happiness." Harry sighed. Just then Ginny's door slung open. "Harry, Harry come one, we'll be needed soon." That was Dudley's voice coming from the door. "Don't just open the door you twit! You'll scare them to death!" It was Ron then. "It's funny seeing you three fight side by side," Ginny giggled, "I know, I never even suspected to talk to Dudley after I graduated Hogwarts, much less fight with him, on the same side at that," Harry chuckled, "Well Ginny, duty calls. I must go now. I'll talk to you soon?" "Soon," said Ginny, "very soon. Now get going! Fight for the freedom of us all, Harry! Tell Ron and all my brothers I love them!" "I definitely will," called Harry from the door. Ginny looked out side and saw Ron and Dudley, stading there in their armor, with swords, and wands. "Goodbye you all," Ginny said and she walked back up stairs to her bedroom. She picked up Neville's picture. "You did the right thing honey, you did the right thing."
