A/N: You people make me feel so international! Thanks for all your reviews!

I want to dedicate this story to my cousin Tyler. He has leukemia, and isn't expected to live to see his eleventh birthday, which is in March. He's really brave though. You rule, Tyler!

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I felt my face heating up. "It wasn't anything really. I mean-"

Fred raised his eyebrows, causing me to stop. "Gin, think about it. If I was holding some gigantic fireball over my head, ready to throw it at some blonde lunatic, would you tell me it wasn't anything really?"

"Well, I-"

"Didn't think so, old chap. 'Scuse me. Must go see how Angelina's doing." Fred had the air of a gentlemen, and he smoothed an imaginary moustache as he walked over to where his girlfriend had sat.

One by one, the crowd began to melt away, some going to bind Malfoy and take him to who knows where, until only Harry remained. "Lets take a walk." he suggested quietly, his eyes unreadable.

I nodded, and leaned against him as we stepped out into the night. It was a bit chilly, but nonetheless it was calming.

"That was a noble thing you did back there. Letting him go."

I felt my eyes tear up. "I almost killed him, Harry. I almost murdered a living creature. And I would have too, without you."

He sighed. "I learned the hard way. Fifth year, after, Lestrange killed Sirius, I wanted to hurt her so bad, I cast the Cruciatus curse on her. I even tried to kill her. It was horrible. I couldn't live with myself afterwards."

"But-"

Harry turned me around so I was facing him. "Losing someone that close to you is the worst thing. Ron was most of your world. He was your big brother. Sirius was a mixture of a brother and a father to me. He was my family. I was wrong, Gin, when I said I had to deal with the same things you had to deal with and still came out smiling, I was wrong when I said I was stronger. I was wrong."

His green eyes met my own, and I saw a deep pain filling them. "I went after Sirius' killer. Maybe you did hide from the truth, but you didn't try to exact revenge until you were provoked. And it must be so much harder for you, if what Malfoy said is true. Merlin, I don't know whats wrong with me."

He shook his head, seeming to try to clear it of thoughts. "You had every right to kill Malfoy. Every, single #!$ right. But it would have been horrible for you. It would have ruined your life. And I couldn't let that happen. So I stopped you." His eyes were shining with unshed tears, but I couldn't bring myself to stop him, he seemed to need to say this to me.

"Something Dumbledore once told me is that feeling is a strength. Caring for a dead loved one is not a weakness. In reality, past all the wrappings and trimmings and Merlin knows what else there is, wanting to hurt Malfoy wasn't exactly betraying life, it was actually appreciating it. He killed your brother, and would have killed many others if he had been allowed to live."

"But I didn't kill him." I reminded Harry. "He's alive."

His emerald eyes clouded. "He's dead, Gin. I know this stuff. That's why I wanted you out of there. Before the Ministry officials came, and killed him."

I broke down. It was all too much. I just couldn't deal with it. Not that it mattered that the scum was dead, but learning that he was just set me off.

"Shhh…" Harry whispered to me, holding me tight. "Its going to be okay."

"How- how do you know?" I asked, lifting my tear-stained dface so I could see him.

"Oh, I'm sure there's a prophecy about it somewhere." He told me, grinning.

"Potter, what am I going to do with you?" I asked him. "I'm feeling terrible and wallowing in my own misery and then you yank me into the sunlight."

Harry smiled weakly. "I love you, Ginny."

I smiled back. "Likewise."

He kissed me. And I felt like it could go on forever and ever and I wouldn't care, but then he pulled back, still grinning.

"What?" I asked him, confused.

"Every single girl I kiss always seems to cry." He told me, laughing.

I punched him in the arm. "You can be annoying, you know?"

"Ginevra Weasley, you are so going to regret that you just hit me." His eyes twinkled merrily.

"Oh, don't worry, I already do. I had totally forgotten that I had just washed my hands!"

"Why you little!" he tried to hit me back, but I was already five feet gone.

"Catch me if you can!" I called, laughing.

He pretended to stretch out. "Seeker's reflexes and speed can't hurt, right?"

"Ahh… but you forget." I waggled my gingers at him. "I was the Seeker."

'For a short time period only."

It went on like that, until we were back at the Muggle hotel where Harry was holding the reunion. As soon as we were in the room, Seamus came up to Harry, looking secretive. "Five minutes until midnight."

Harry took my hand, an led me to the middle of the room. "Can I have your attention, please?"