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Chapter 2

The next hours were filled with despair and worry, anxiety, fear and tears. After what seemed like ages, the ominous darkness and
thickness of the inky black air lifted. Although it had been only four in the afternoon, the sky had become blacker than a moonless, cloudy
night once the battle started. It did make it quite difficult to fight, especially since the darkness was accompanied by a feeling of despair, a
thick fog that wrapped around the resistance and made it a bit more difficult for them to fight Voldemort's forces. Then it suddenly lifted.
The sun shone again, and the people waiting inside the Burrow knew what it had to mean.

"He did it! Harry did it! He must have! He had to have won, or-or….he had to! He's done it! It's the only explanation for the dark….!"

Ron exclaimed as he looked outside the open door.

Sighs of relief were heard, and the people began to laugh and clap each other on the back. The women began to cry tears of joy and relief
and hug each other, when Hermoine let out a loud wail.

Everyone asked what was wrong.

"The- the door!" she sobbed. "Ron- he- he opened the door! That can only mean-no, oh no! No, no, no!" Hermione broke down sobbing
and Ron ran back to hold her.

The others then realized what Hermione was talking about. There was nothing they could do to open the door after Ginny had left. Only
her counter spell would work. Ron had just walked up to the door and flung it open with no problem. Ginny was nowhere in sight so that
could only mean one thing….

"Oh, Ginny! No, it- no. But- the door-"

"It can't be, no."

"Not Ginny."

"Maybe-"

They heard a distinct pop sound outside and turned to face the open door. They watched as a lone figure walked through the door with
another figure in their arms. Their hearts seemed to stop as they watched Harry deposit Ginny's body in the middle of the rug on the floor.
In the midst of the tumult that followed- the women bursting into tears again and Molly throwing herself on her daughter's body, the men
falling to their knees and Arthur holding onto his wife, tears streaming down everyone's faces- no one noticed Harry as he made his way
shakily to the corner and fell down, pulling his knees to his chin. No one noticed that he was crying uncontrollably, or that he was bleeding
from countless of misplaced spells and fallen trees and debris. They didn't notice that he was covered in blood-his own and Ginny's. They
also didn't notice as he stopped crying and got off the floor and went into the kitchen.

Finally, the men calmed down a bit. "I'm going to kill that, that, murderer!" Ron cried out.

"Where is he? Where's Harry?" Fred screamed and George couldn't say anything for the anger that was building up within him.

Charlie and Bill both got up from where they were sitting and pulled their wands out.

"Wait!" Hermione screamed. They all looked at her. "Don't you think he's suffered enough? Harry didn't want Ginny to come! He left her
here. He left her here so she wouldn't get hurt, so she wouldn't- so this wouldn't happen. He didn't want this to happen. He loves her!
Don't you think he's going to be hurting enough now that- now that this has happened? Don't you think- no, fine. Go after him. Go kill him
in retribution for Ginny's death. I'm sure he'd rather be dead now anyway. For him life without Ginny isn't life at all. Oh no! Where is he?"

She ran out of the room and into the kitchen. Everyone was still shocked at her outburst and when they overcame the shock they were

ashamed.

Hermione found Harry sitting in a corner of the kitchen with a large knife in his hands. She carefully walked up to him.

"Harry?" He looked up at her.

"She's gone Hermione. I got her killed. It's all my fault."

Hermione sat down next to him. She held out her hand and Harry eventually gave it to her. She threw it across the room and sat back against the wall.

"Harry, it's not your fault."

"Yes, it is Hermione. If she hadn't wanted to come so badly- maybe, if I had let her come when we looked for the horcruxes-she wouldn't have run out there."

"Harry, I think that no matter what you could have done, she would have run out to you. She loved you, and she knew that you would either live or die tonight. And if you died, she would end up dying too. Her and all other wizards and witches. She knew you'd live or die, and she wanted to live or die by your side."

"Hermione, what am I going to do? I can't live without her. You, Ron, Ginny, Remus, the rest of the Weaselys- you're the only people I have. And I've lost Ginny, and-and in that I've lost the others. Why don't you just kill me. Please Hermione? Ron and his brothers are going to anyway, and- I can't live without her, Mione. If you don't, I will."

"Harry, I won't. And I hope the boys won't. I just yelled at them for saying they would. They loved Ginny so much, and they know you do too. They're just angry and sad. They know that this is going to tear you apart. I just told them it would. Harry, if you must get away from us, please, don't kill yourself. Just, go away. But please, don't kill yourself. Ginny wouldn't want that."

Harry nodded, got up, and walked out the back door. With one last look at Hermione, he turned on the spot and disappeared with a pop! They didn't see him again for years.