Victorian Lace

Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's characters or themes or ideas or dada dada dada! If I did, I would be a very rich woman... and I'm not. Cries in corner

Author's Note: I'm back! Okay, obviously nobody has ever read my stuff. (I've only written one fanfic anyways.) Well, this is my second shot at Victorian Lace. New and improved with a slightly changed plot. I'll write much more in chapter to come. Wahoo! Do enjoy.

Prologue

"Harry?" Ginny looked down upon the blood soaked hero lying beneath her. He opened his eyes slowly. "Who did this to you?"

Harry's gasps were etching pain through Ginny's heart. "What does it matter?" Ginny could feel her heart breaking into tiny pieces. The tears clinging to her eyes now poured freely and dropped from her trembling chin to Harry's wounded body, mixing with the dark blood.

"It does matter, Harry!" She choked through sobs while trying desperately to pick him up, but he was too heavy and the blood only helped him slip out of her grasp.

"Ginny, understand that I'm going to die knowing that we won," he said between coughs, "It is well worth it."

"Don't you dare even speak like that, Harry Potter," she meant to yell, but it came out gentle and soft, "What good is winning if I lose you?"

"I will always be there. I will always love you. Don't forget me, Ginny, because I'll always remember you. I'll remember you and watch you raising our child and growing old and even falling in love again."

"No! Harry, I love you! Don't say these things. We are going to raise our child together, and we are going to grow old together, and you and I will fall in love time and time again while all of this happens," she placed her hand in Harry's and gently squeezed.

"Promise me, Gin-," vigorous coughs spewed from his mouth, "Ginny, promise me that you won't grieve. You will remarry."

"Harry, please don't talk like that; don't go!"

"Ginny, all the spells in the world aren't going to help me. Promise me."

"Don't make me promise something like that."

"Please let me hear these last words before-"

"Only if you tell me who did this to you!"

"Malfoy. Ginny, he's only doing his job. Now promise me."

"How can you forgive him? He's only doing his job?! What?" Ginny's eyes grew darker, but tears seemed to cool the heat boiling inside of her. Harry moved his fingers to Ginny's face and moved them slowly across her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moist blood. She closed her eyes, letting herself be enveloped by the dark. It was more pure than even her surroundings now.

"Fine! I'll remarry, but only if you die, and I know today isn't the day for that! Just stick tight, Harry. I'll get you to safety," Ginny ran away quickly to get a nurse, hexing several deatheaters as she made her way through the dreary atmosphere. She wasn't scared for anything but Harry's life at the current moment.

"I love you Ginny," Harry whispered softly before coughing once again until blood crept from the corners of his mouth. Breathing slightly slower, Harry closed his eyes and surrendered, choking on his own blood.

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The war was ebbing away after Voldemort's defeat. Ginny searched for a nurse who wasn't occupied, but there didn't seem to be much hope. Her eyes soared across the room and paused across a familiar face and a nurse who seemed to be finished with her current patient.

"Nurse! Nurse, please help me! Harry is hurt. Help!" Ginny screamed at the top of her lungs and ran towards the nurse.

"Calm down! I've got a lot of work to do. You'll wait until I clean my hands. I can't mix blood here! Stop screaming at me!"

Ginny recognized the nurse as a third year student. Her name was Alexandria and she looked petrified.

Moaning noises came from the patient until Ginny realized the patient was trying to say "Ginny". She looked over.

"Hermione! Thank gods you are safe! Don't go anywhere! I'll be back."

Ginny turned to Alexandria, "Do you know what you are doing?" The nurse shook her head and wiped away the tears. "Then follow me."

Ginny ran, grasping the nurse's wrist, to Harry. Finally, after crossing the land made of soulless bodies, she reached him.

She inhaled deeply, and then all breathing ceased period.

Alexandria patted Ginny awkwardly on the back and said, "I'm sorry." She walked off through the valley of the dead. Ginny heard the girl scream several moments later, but she didn't care. The girl was destined to die sooner or later.

Ginny dropped to her knees and fell across Harry. Salty tears threatened to never end. She would not be the only one wrapped around their loved one. The deatheaters won regardless of the defeat of Voldemorte. They had a new leader. Draco Malfoy rose above them all.

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