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Harry Potter And The Last Word

(A/N) this is my first serious story, updates will come but if no-one likes them then they wont! (That means review)

"We could have ages… Months… Years maybe.." they were his last words to to the only person who could've made his life really great and spectacular. For some reason he had to go and say he couldn't be with her. What an idiot he was.

A thought crossed his mind. "Sitting here isn't going to help you is it?" Odd, the voice, as he had called it was right, sitting here wasn't going to help him get her back. What could he do, Harry asked himself.

"Owl her maybe? Tell her how you feel" Again the voice was right, I could get used to this, he thought.

For weeks he had had this helpful voice in his head, always giving suggestions. He didn't care, it was helping him get back Ginny.

Ginny,

I'm sorry I was such an idiot, I deserve to dragged through mud and batbogey hexed the hell. I don't know how you feel but I defiantly want us to be back together, for always and forever, no matter what the danger.

Please forgive me,

Harry

He read it and reread it until he was happy with it. He sent Hedwig off with it to give it straight to Ginny.

Harry fell asleep into a dream where Voldemort was in Harry's bed when he said, "Hello, love"

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH" Harry screamed.

"I'll kill you for this you useless boy." It was his uncle, who was really mad. Harry happened to glance at his alarm clock, now he was of age. Harry snatched up his wand and put a sticking charm to all of his family and walked out the door with all his stuff packed by magic.

Once outside Harry waved his wand at the house, which was now covered in flying pigs. Harry summoned the Knight Bus. There was only one customer on the Bus. He was old and small, dressed in purple robes with a massive red moustache, which was wildly out of control. Once he arrived at Godrics Hollow (his destination) he looked outside and saw a scene similar to what hell must look like.

Deatheaters were everywhere. Several screaming muggles were running around. Upon seeing a Deatheater he shouted the first spell that came into his head.

"IMPERIO". Shouted Harry.

To act normally was the Deatheaters first instruction. "Cool, now I can see what they see, said Harry to himself. To find and kill the rest of the Deatheaters was what they were to do next, and they did, all the Deatheaters Harry could name, and more were laying down dead.

With several pops wizards from the ministry arrived. At the fore front was Arthur Weasly looking as though someone had just pissed themselves on his carpet.

Well, that's it, What do you think?