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He understood what she was trying to say. She wanted him to be seen as she never had been. Something about her voice caught at him and then he felt cold all over. She couldn't leave! Not now! Not when he knew!

"I saw you!" he cried but that voice he had listened to did not respond. "Ginny! I saw you!" he cried but she did not reply. And the only thing he could do for her was be seen.

He watched the mediwitches bear her away on a stretcher and take her away from him forever as he joined Dumbledore. He thought of that and held the memory of her voice near him when he pretended to be Voldemort's as his old potions teacher had done. He remembered the strange joy he'd seen in her eyes when he was presented to the members of the Order of the Phoenix. She would have loved that moment. Everyone in that room had seen him as he was, even Potter. And she would have loved it when he finally was able to give Potter the information that let The Boy Who Lived finally kill The Thing That Would Not Die. Voldemort had not been happy seeing the truth of his "loyal" subject.

Draco remembered all this and was unable to fill out the form on his desk. He had won a teacher award a while ago, some silly thing a student had submitted him for and now he needed to fill out a bit of information about himself. For the most part the questions were straightforward and easily answered. "What's your favorite part of teaching?" and so forth. But he couldn't fill out the last part. Because the last question was "Tell us about the most influential person in your life." And the most influential person in his life wasn't here. But he wished so desperately that she could have been.

There was a knock on his door and he looked up to meet eyes he thought he could die in. Eyes that he would never fully understand. He gasped and stood, knocking over his chair.

"You...you were dead."

"I thought I was too."

"I'm here now." He said, trying to impress upon her what he'd become because of her.

"I know. You're quite something."

"I did see you, you know. I saw you when you sang once. I did see you." He was almost frantic for her to believe him.

He could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke again. "I know that now."

"I never saw myself before." He tried to tell her. "I still have trouble with it."

He noticed the mirth was back in her eyes. "That's ok. I'll keep seeing you. If you keep seeing me."

"Always." He swore to her. "Always."

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