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Chapter Twenty-One: Harry's Angel


When Harry woke, there was an angel sleeping next to him. He knew he was dead.

The angel had red hair. She was beautiful. Harry knew her though. As if from another life, he knew her.

Gently, Harry lifted the angle's hair away from her face. And saw that it was not an angel at all, but Ginny.

Ginny was his angel. She had saved him. Somehow, she had brought him back, back from that dark place he had been. It had been dark, very, very dark, and suddenly not dark. It was bright, a vibrant, warm light that felt beautiful. It had enveloped him, and brought him here, drifting him to lie in this place with Ginny next to him.

There was something different about her, Harry thought. She was smaller, somehow. Easier to hold than all those times he had held her in her bed at his house before he had left to kill Malfoy…

And Harry remembered it all. The ice, the cold, his parents, the spinning chair in Malfoy's study, and vague, brief glimpses of consciousness with Ron and Hermione. His hand…

Harry lifted his left arm slowly, and saw his wrist, bandaged heavily. He tried to clench his hand, and couldn't. There was nothing there.

Slowly, he brought it back down to his side. It lay limply, uselessly.

And then the angel awoke.


Ginny felt the bed shift softly beside her. She thought it was Ron, coming to take her away.

"Let me stay with Harry," she murmured.


"Let me stay with Harry," said the angel.

Harry smiled to himself.

"No one's going to make you leave. I certainly don't want you to. Ever."


Ginny felt warm breath on the back of her neck.

And then a voice, not Ron's deeper, smoother, warmer, spoke.

"No one's going to make you leave. I certainly don't want you to." Ginny sucked in a breath. The voice grew slightly sharper. "Ever."


Harry felt Ginny tense beside him. His stomach turned to ice. Had he over stepped his boundaries? He didn't want to frighten her. Oh god, what if he sounded like Malfoy to her?

"Gin?" he asked tentatively, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder with his good hand.

She let out a sound that sounded a lot like a sob.

"Ginny?"


Ginny slowly turned onto her side. A man lay next to her. His hair was black, and it stuck up everywhere. His eyes were green, and they looked into her brown ones with an intensity she could not describe. Ginny saw love there. On his forehead, there was a scar. It was red, and shaped like a lightning bolt.

He had no shirt on.

And one of his hands was gone, his wrist swathed in bandages.

It was Harry.

Harry, alive and awake. Talking to her.

It was really Harry.

"Harry?"

Ginny searched his face with terrified, joyful eyes.

"Is it you? You're truly alive?"

Harry grinned, a slow, hesitant, completely joyful grin that melted her heart.

"I'm truly alive, Gin."

She brought her hand up to his face, and ran it over one cheek. He hadn't been shaved. Stubble scratched her palm.

"Harry…"

And then she kissed him.


It was a fiery, passionate, kiss that Harry would never forget. He grabbed her hand with his good one, and kissed her back with all he was worth. Her lips, so soft against his chapped ones, were gentle.

Her hands snaked around his neck. She clasped her hands, hung one, and kissed.

He finally broke away. "I love you, Ginny Weasly," he said, hoarsely. "I love you with all my heart."

"That's good," she said, looking him in the eye. "Because I love you, Harry Potter." And she kissed him again.

Then he pulled away again.

"Will you marry me, Gin?"

Ginny looked at him.

"Of course if you don't want to…"said Harry, quickly backing and filling.

Ginny just kissed him.

"Is that a yes?' gasped Harry a few minutes later.

She nodded vigorously.

"Oh, good," said Harry and kissed her again.

When they were done kissing quite a while later, Ginny lay back against the pillows. She sighed.

"I don't want to go, but I think I'd better. The nurses will be looking for me."

"What?"

"I'm still checked in here, Harry. I, uh, snuck down to see you and kicked Ron and Hermione out." Ginny looked slightly sheepish.

"Oh," said Harry, thinking. "Yeah, Cecy probably wants her Mum by now."

Ginny sat up. "What?"

"Cecy- it's a nickname for Arcelia… if you don't like it though-"

"No, Harry, it's a lovely nickname, but…how did you know here name?"

Harry thought. "I don't…know…" he said finally. "I think I heard it…in a dream…but it wasn't a dream. Does that make sense?"

Ginny nodded. "Yes."

After a few more minutes, Ginny sat up and swung her feet over the side of her bed. She shuffled her feet into her slippers.

"Now that you're alive again-could you get well soon?" She smiled impishly.

Harry smiled. "Yes dear."

Ginny leaned over the bed. "See you soon," she said and kissed Harry again.

"Yeah," he managed, after she had finished kissing him. "How long will you be able to do that to me just by kissing me?"

"It never wears off, mate," said a strangled voice in the door.

Harry and Ginny turned as one. Ron stood in the doorway, Hermione behind him. Next to her a tired and battered looking Remus Lupin regarded the scene before him with a look of slightly pained bemusement.

"Ron," said Harry simply. "Morning. Hermione. Morning. Ginny and I were just talking."

Ginny blushed. Remus raised an eyebrow.

Harry smiled. He had lost a lot of things over the years. But now, they were all starting to return to him.


A/N: This one's for the girls: Mary, Kay, Ashy, and Karin, the last whom I don't know that well, but she still likes it and so yeah her, too. You guys are great with praise, constructive criticism, and just everyday encouragement. Y'all rock.

Harry is alive, hip hip hooray! Ginny and Harry kissed, hip hip hooray!

I hope this gladdens your guys's spirits. Haha, isn't that a cool phrase?

This was a hard chapter to write, actually. But it seemed to turned out fine, right? Except for the last sentence, kinda cheesy.

I tried to put in more about the kissing, but since I have, in fact, never kissed anyone, it was hard to imagine.

Next time I have to write kissing I'll get someone who's actually done some kissing to help out. Or I'll go kiss someone. I kinda like the second option better, haha…

And so yes. Please review. Pretty pretty please.

One chapter left- it's an epilogue. It should be up soon.