I don't believe in disclaimers on a fan fiction site, but I have put one here for the song below, it belongs entirely to Evanescence

BEWARE: THERE IS AN OVERLAP

Ginny stopped short at the bottom of the stairs. Is that Hermione? Why is she crying? She paused and listened, wishing she had one of Fred and Georges fake ears.

Harry…

She flew back up the stairs silently, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she swallowed hard. That's it! I have to find him again. How could he expect me to keep my word forever?

Closing her eyes, she pictured his pained face.

"I'm so stupid," she thought, "How could I have let an opportunity like that go? How could I have promised to never see him again?"

She ran out into the street, and contemplated apparating, or taking the bus, but neither idea appealed to her very much. She always preferred the muggle style of transportation: her feet. Shivering, she tightened her cloak around her, and crossed the street onto the sidewalk. The December weather had settled in, her breath created puffs of steam in the air.

She turned the corner and approached the cemetery gate, which was open, and screeching as it swung to and fro in the breeze. For a moment, the wind died down, and it stayed open. Ginny seized the opportunity to get inside without removing her hands from her pockets.

While walking on, she spotted a figure lying on the bench towards the other end of the cemetery. It was most definitely a man, long and slim, lying on his side facing the inside of the bench. The wind picked up again rapidly, throwing the cemetery gate closed with a resounding crash. The man did not stir; Ginny hoped he was just asleep.

"It cant be him," she breathed, "please, don't let it be him."

The frail figure craned his neck with great effort to look at the sky. She sped up to a jog. Moaning, he tried to focus his eyes on the gathering clouds. It's going to rain, he thought.

Without warning, he cried out in agony. A spasm of pain overtook his whole body; his limbs felt like they were being assaulted by several pieces of broken glass, his head felt like it was on fire, burning behind the backs of his eyes. He was paralyzed, unable to breathe, forget speak.

The pain ended as abruptly as it came, and a wave of nausea took its place. Soon a familiar, friendly blackness began to ebb at the corners of his vision. He welcomed it; a comforting escape from the prison that was his body. The blackness encompassed him, and he entered a dreamlike state, the first thing he saw was her face. Her heart shaped face, the infamous red hair, her kind clear eyes and petal shaped lips felt so real that he might reach out and touch them.

Ginny watched as the feeble body twisted and contorted in pain. The mass of jet-black hair swished back, revealing a pair of wet glasses; it was him. She was now sprinting toward the bench. What's happening?

There was a bright flash far in the distance tremendous crash; the rain began to fall. It was light at first, but soon there another deafening crash took place, and it began to pour as though the clouds hadn't rained in a thousand years.

The figure jerked awake, opening his eyes with a start; he reeled in pain. The rain had started and an icy cold began to set in, his thin robe wouldn't keep him warm anymore, nothing could. Maybe this is the end, he thought to himself. Lousy way to die for a hero …the savior, that's what they call me, if they only the saw the state I am in. He tried to move into a better position to survey the cemetery, but every muscle in his body was like lead, refusing to obey his command.

Gasping for breath, Ginny reached the bench. In one fluid movement she tore off her woolen cloak then threw it over him. "Harry! What happened?" she cried in horror. But she knew, it was her own fault. She should have told someone, she should have done something, she thought.

She crept her hand behind his head and embraced him, burrying her nose in his neck.

Hold on to me, love
You know I can't stay long,
All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid, aaah!
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?

"How could I have let this happen to you?" she sobbed.

Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet raptured light - it ends here tonight

He forced his hand to move, and lifted it to her face, caressing her cheek. She wiped away her own tears and said softly, "Harry, you have been growing weaker and weaker since the Fortress of Shadows. I saw it, and I'm so sorry I didn't do anything. "

I'll miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears!

Ginny buried her head into his chest, "please, don't go!"

Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet raptured light - it ends here tonight

Closing your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will leave you here
But still you wake and know the truth
No one's there

"I'm not going anywhere until I explain a few things," he said as firmly as he could, "Ginny"

Say goodnight
Don't be afraid
Calling me, calling me as you fade to black

He bit his tounge from the pain of moving his arm. "I owe you an explanation," he said, turning slowly toward her.

"No," cut in a deep voice, "he doesn't."

Hurriedly, Ginny twisted around and encountered a metallic green cape. She followed it up and reached a pair of sharp eyes. Draco!

"Bloody Hell"

"Is this a family thing-" asked Draco, turning to Ron, "or is it just me?"

Ginny clenched her teeth as Draco kneeled beside her. If Harry can forgive him; so can I, she told herself. When that didn't work at least wait for an explanation before you do anything, she told herself.

"Harry," he whispered, "it's been awhile."

There was a clank from the cemetery gate, and soon Hermione was another silent presence by Ron's side.

"Draco- I'm sorry you had to see me this way," rasped Harry, surprising everyone.

"Don't be a fool," grinned Draco, "Do you suppose it's time to tell everyone?" Harry nodded grimly. "Tell us what?" said Ginny angrily, peeling Draco away from Harry, "what are you doing here?"

Clearing his throat, Draco stood. " As we all know, the events that occurred in the Fortress were quite complicated, and-"

"Cut to the chase, Malfoy," said Ginny, who was still kneeling by Harry.

Draco swallowed and stepped forward, his hands on the bench. He had not expected it to end this way, and the story suddenly flooded back to him, and thus he began his explanation. "Very well. During the last battle, Voldemort was on the verge of defeat when he put an ancient curse on Harry one that fathered all three of the forbidden curses. All those of that were there, myself included, tried to intercept it, counter it, or at least nullify it, it didn't help. Harry defeated Voldemort before the curse was lifted, and is now doomed to die in pain.

Ginny broke the silence, "That can't be true!"

Draco shifted uncomfortably at Harry's side. "This was all in the prophecy."

"You are a liar!" her voice was hysterical, "Get out of here! Just leave! NOW-"

Draco lowered his eyes and didn't move.

"He's telling the truth," croaked Harry, "I'll take it from here." Draco nearly objected, but Harry cut him down with a single look. Harry closed his eyes, and began to speak, "It was prophesized that this the only way Voldemort was to be defeated forever, so I accepted my fate. The prophecy was also specific about the fact that until the day I die, this story was not to be revealed to anyone who was not in the Fortress, nor was I to receive help until then."

"The day you die?" Ginny choked. Draco got up backed away instictively. "Yes, love," he apologized, "I'm so sorry."

Say goodnight Don't be afraid

Calling me-

Calling me as you fade to black

"I only have a little while left, Ginny," he said as firmly as possible, "don't cry, Ginny, Ginny, Ginevra…" But Ginny couldn't stop. No wonder he said he couldn't tel me more…. I should have guessed… there might have been a way…

As if answering her thoughts, Draco said, "This is the way it was meant to be." Ginny turned around for the first time to see Hermione, who was sobbing on Ron's shoulder.

Draco was trying to speak to them, but Ron's eyes had glazed over, remembering the similar scene at the end of their seventh year. Ron never believed that type of pain could be awoken again; they had tried so hard to cut Harry out of their memories and lives. Nobody ever wanted to revisit that night, again and again, not even to find him. But that wasn't half of the truth, they had begun to lose him long before the Fortress. Those nights of raging tantrums, or moody silences; Harry had been slipping away for a long time. Why had they ignored it? That was the only reason he was so successful in hiding – they weren't looking. And then, for so many years, he had been separated from the only soul that could bring him back, the only person that always brought a smile to his face, the only one that could understand him pain from her first year.

Harry reached out ad pulled Draco's cloak, until he arrived beside Ginny. She moved away, her wide eyes never leaving Harry. Harry made an effort to tell her to stay, but decided against it. He turned to Draco, "you should tell them."

"I have told them everything they need to know." Draco lowered his eyes again.

"About yourself," the words would coming out slower now, "they are my friends Draco. They're your friends, too."

Draco couldn't bring himself to deny him, "Don't worry. Talk to her, she needs you... it's been hard for them all. Granger may know about the spell, you must tell them everything. The guilt, she can't really deal with it."

Draco got up, and motioned for the rest. It was now his turn to zone out, as Harry wobbling voice finally explained to Hermione why she had mysteriously forgotten about him. Soon, only the sound of the rain carried on, Ron and Hermione stood up leaning on each other, and he was gone.

Ginny leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. Finally she stood, and whispered her goodbye. The rain washed away her tears almost as fast as they came, but her hood had slipped off her head and she was drenched through and through.