A/N: This story takes place after the War, or the end of book 7, but here Harry dies with Voldemort. The inspiration came after writing a review for Aeli's new chapter in her on going drabble saga 'The Pensieve', you should check it out. Yeah. Disclaimer: I don't own Ginny or Harry or anyone else. Even if I wish I owned Draco. Damn. I'm not making money off of this no matter what he or Sirius says. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, who is quite lucky I didn't come up with it first! BWHAHAHAHA...anyway on to the story!
We've Got to Save Ginny Weasley
"Harry? Harry, where are you?"
In the aftermath of what was an equivalent to the Big Bang was chaos. The Death Eaters, or rather what was left of them, were stuck in the now leveled graveyard thanks to the Anti-Apparating Jinx cast by their now dissolved master. They had become powerless after his death. The Aurors were either standing motionless in shock or busy rounding up Death Eaters, but they had one thing on their minds: 'Where was 'The Boy Who Lived'? Did he live this time?'
Ginny Weasley, after healing her wounds, stood up and walked around the battlefield. Most of the dead bodies had been moved out, but a few well-known ones remained. She saw the faces of Neville Longbottom, who went down fighting, and Professor McGonagall, who was shot down midway through the battle. She also saw the dead body of Severus Snape, who had been killed at the beginning as Voldemort was taunting Harry. Ginny didn't know who survived that blast. Only that she knew the answer to the question plaguing all of the Aurors' minds. Harry Potter was dead, and it was all her fault. She was the one. The one that killed both Voldemort and Harry. It was her destiny. Her destiny to love The Boy Who Lived and to kill him and his nemesis.
It had all happened so fast, yet time seemed to slow. Ginny hated all this death and destruction. She wanted it to stop. As Harry and Voldemort were about to cast 'Avada Kadavra' at each other, she jumped in the middle of the crossing jets of emerald light. Time stopped — Harry looked shocked, while Voldemort wore a grin of malice. His smirk was soon replaced by a look of terror, for Ginny wasn't dead or even dying. A golden ball of light had formed around her. It expanded, growing ever outward until it engulfed the entire battlefield, destroying everything evil. All of the Death Eaters and Dark Creatures that were purely evil blew away like ash as did Voldemort himself. After the ball disappeared Ginny floated to the ground, crawling over to Harry and lying on his struggling form.
"Ginny? Is . . . that you?" Harry was in great pain; it was only a matter of time now until he was dead. Ginny knew this.
"Yes, it's me, Harry. I'll miss you."
"What — do you mean? I'm not — going — anywhere."
"Yes, you are. You're dying, Harry. I'm so sorry." Tears flowed silently down her face, but her voice remained steady.
"I'm not dying . . . I love you, Ginny."
"I love you too, Harry." She kissed him on the lips then on the forehead, and then, with a final shuddering breath, Harry Potter ceased to exist. His body disappeared with the sweep of a veil. A moment later, Ginny blacked out.
Ginny knelt next to where Harry's body would have been and wept for her dead love. "But is he really dead?" Ginny thought. "All he is is just beyond the veil."
