Yay! Another one-shot! And, knowing me, it's a Harry/Ginny. Warning, this is extremely sad. And it is a serious topic. I know it is. So don't go flaming me on the subject matter.

Oh, and if you know me in real life, yes, it is based on my Lit thing, but I changed it a little. Like it doesn't have all of those vocab words that annoy me.

Disclaimer: You know, why does everyone have a disclaimer? I would think that by now, everyone would know that we aren't making money off these things, and that the characters and the original characters all belong to their respective real authors. Like these characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Come on! The site itself in called So, I don't think I'm going to put a disclaimer in here. Oh, darn, I just did.

Dedication: This is for you, Pamela. It's been two and a half years, and I'm still missing you every day.

I'm Coming

Ginny walked into the house, not believing happened that day. How could she believe that Harry wasn't coming back? Harry was her life, and now he was gone. She sat down in the red, plushy chair. Her chair. She didn't think she would ever sit in Harry's green chair again. Another wave of sorrow hit her, and she started to cry again.

"Harry? How could you leave me?" she shouted out. Ginny looked up, and saw him.

There. In the room. There stood Harry, in the middle of the room. He wore his auror robes, just as he did any other day. They were befouled and soiled from his fighting the remaining Death Eaters, even though Voldemort was killed by him many years before.

"Harry? Is that really you?" Ginny asked, afraid of the answer. Harry didn't respond. He wouldn't even look at her. Instead, he was staring off into the distance, not really at anything. He wasn't blinking, either. Not blinking, not moving. Ginny got up from her seat and walked over to him. She tried tapping him on the shoulder. Instead of his usual glance and smile, and mostly hug or kiss, he didn't respond. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, trying to get a response from him. Nothing happened.

"Harry, please, you have to respond!" Ginny howled. "I can't live without you here with me. You've left me once, do you have to again?" Once more, she broke out in sobs, falling to the floor.

Through her frequent tears, she looked up once again. He wasn't there. He had left her alone again. "So much for the sanctity of life he would talk about," she thought angrily. "I can't live without him here." And that's when she had her idea. Drying her tears as much as she could, she went to gather her supplies for her plan.

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The next morning, Molly read in the newspaper about Harry's death. Heartbroken, she Apparated over to the Potters' house to try to comfort Ginny.

She walked in to an eerily silent house. Something was not right. Trying to figure it out, Molly sat down in the same red chair Ginny had the day before. A small slip of paper on the table next to her seemed to attract Molly. Her eyes widened as she read the note once, twice, three times. She lifted her eyes slightly to see Ginny laying in a puddle of blood, a knife next to her. In horror, she dropped the note into the blood as she went to hold the body of her only daughter. The note was quickly soaked in blood, but the words shined brighter than before.

"I'm coming, Harry."

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Sniff. I can't believe I did that.