A/N: Okay, be warned, I'm hoping this will be somewhat sad. I know I sound evil now, but you'll get what I mean once you start reading beyond my author's note :-)

Ginny sat silently at her kitchen table, staring at the cold dregs of an untouched cup of tea. Harry was gone. Her Harry was gone, forever. She stood and went over to a window, and looked at the setting sun, it's dying rays throwing streaks of red, orange, and purple into the sky.

Within the darkened skies above I see a sign

Within the distant clouds I see a friend of mine

And then as the shadows disappear

He smiles at me

And I know he's watching

Ginny sniffed as she remembered her last moment with Harry, though still refusing to let herself cry. They had been hiding behind an old church, waiting for their moment to go and confront Voldemort with the rest of the Order…

"Ginny?" Harry turned to Ginny, panting slightly, sweat dampening his bangs. "Ginny, if I don't come back – "

"You will, Harry. Voldemort can't defeat you, you'll win!"

"It's not that I can't defeat him, Ginny, it's just that…I'm not really sure how much it will take to beat him. So, if I don't come back, I just want to- to tell you, that – I want you to know that – Ginny, I love you."

Ginny stared at him, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank God, I was hoping that was true," she whispered, and Harry could hear it above the screams of the Muggles and the laughs of the Death Eaters in front of the church. Harry caught Ginny in a fierce hug that startled Ginny for a moment, until she hugged back. Before she realized it, she was crying. "Harry you will come back, won't you?" she looked up and saw Harry's eyes were wet, too. "I'm not sure Ginny. But if I don't…I'll wait for you, behind he veil. I'll wait." Hesitating for a brief moment, Harry swiftly gave Ginny a kiss, stood up, and walked around to the front of the church. Ginny remained on the ground, her mind stunned about what had just occurred.

He lives within the heavens

And he lives within my mind

And all that I can feel is the love he left behind

And then he will whisper in my ear

He tells me I should know he's watching

Harry hadn't come back. It had taken everything that he had in him to defeat Voldemort. Ginny had been the first to reach the bodies, after the smoke had cleared from the scene. Harry had looked oddly peaceful, his glasses not even broken, as compared to Voldemort's contorted features and taut muscles. She hadn't told her brothers what Harry had said to her before he left. Not Hermione, not Luna, not even her diary. She always wore the necklace that he had given her, though. He had left it at her flat, apparently, and she found it when she came back home from the last fight. She had burned the note that he had left with it, but it's words remained seared into her heart.

Ginny, I'll watch out for you, always. Forever.

Now I'm grown

I'm strengthened by the tears I've never shown

I'm strengthened by the years I've never known

Once afraid of facing them alone

Ginny fingered the necklace. It was a locket, gold with a moonstone on the lid, her favorite gem. Inside was a picture of Harry – scar, glasses and all. She opened it now, and looked at him. He smiled at her, happiness on his face.

That one moment she and Harry had shared had changed her life forever. Before, she had suppressed her feelings for him, knowing that he would never return them…but he had loved her. And he said he would wait for her. Ginny tucked the locket back inside her shirt, wiping her eyes as the sun finally disappeared. She knew she had many years yet to go before she saw him again, bar any unforeseen accidents – she would live her life for him, and him only. He would always be in her heart.

Every day I always have some place to go

I've traveled very far from the life I used to know

But still when I close my eyes and dream

I feel him near and I know

He's watching

Ginny climbed into bed and turned off the light, resting her head against the pillow. She yawned. She wondered how long it would take her to get to sleep…

"Harry?" Ginny stared at him as he walked toward her. How could he be here? He was dead – but where exactly was here? Ginny looked around herself. They were in front of the lake at Hogwarts, near the gardens. "Harry?" Ginny choked, "Is this a-" Harry finally reached her, and pulled her into an embrace, laying a finger on her lips. "Don't say it," he whispered playfully, "it'll be more fun if it's not." Ginny smiled, happy to her the very core of her soul. "But how can you be here?" she asked. Harry laughed kindly at her. "Ginny, we're magical! Things like this are possible! I just came back to say good-bye properly…"

They kissed.

When Ginny woke up, there were tears on her face again. But this time, they were joyful tears.

That song was written by Peter Cincotti (I believe), or at least it is on his album On The Moon. Hope that was good. I actually think Ginny's thoughts are a little jumbled, but maybe I'll fix those later when a burst of inspiration hits me. Right now, however, my wrists are killing me from having to type this damn thing up…I swear, I must have carpel tunnel or something… reaches for wristbrace and realizes somebody borrowed it oh, well…