Disclaimer: I don't own Harry or Ginny, I do not even own my own soul, the devil has that at the moment.
Inside The Mind Of A Writer
I walk down the street in the dim almost-twilight, light rain falling softly on bare arm and face. The wind is strong, it rips at my hair which I have attempted to tie into a ribbon, it is quickly coming loose and I'll have to retie it soon.
As usual while walking, I go slowly deeper into my own mind, becoming less and less aware of the real world as stories and words float in my mind, forming and breaking, shifting and changing.
Then I catch something, just a fragment of something, that I may just be able to turn into something more. I hold it in my hands, rolling the almost-story in my palms and twisting it between my fingers to see what, if anything, I can make from it. And then I see the scene.
A boy walks past me, I recognise him, his ruffled black hair and trademark scar. He is walking with purpose, determination set in his features. But to where and what? Ah, that is the question.
A girl is running after him, her bright red hair loose in the yowling wind, being whipped round her face and tangled in her fluttering black robes. I know her too.
"Don't do it Harry, not yet. Not like this" she says "It won't bring them back."
"I can't just sit inside that house any longer, dwelling on memories, I have to get on with life some day"
"So your idea of 'getting on with life' is getting yourself killed?"
"You have no idea what it's like, to sit, watching your friends die, and knowing your the only one who can do anything about it"
"I have no idea? You have no idea what it's like, to lose your brother, and to have not been able to do anything about it. Then to have your best friend take her own life, when you could have done something about it" she is tears now "I'm not going to let you kill yourself too, not this time"
He walks towards her "it wasn't your fault she died. No one could have known she was going to do that."
"I should have known. If I'd have just opened my eyes rather then wallowing in my own self pity!"
"It wasn't your fault! If it was anyone's fault it was Voldemort's, for taking Ron from her"
"So what? Is that was this is all about? You're going to get revenge? Don't be so bloody stupid. You can't do this alone"
"Well you're sure as hell not coming with me. He's taking everyone I have ever cared about from me. I'm not about to let him take you too."
"I'm not coming with you, because you're not going. Because when you do this I will be with you, and so will the rest of the order."
"If there's any left by that time! Don't you understand? If I wait any longer then the war will be over, and we won't have won!"
He turns and walks off again. She runs after him and they both disappear into the grey and misty rain.
I don't know where they are going, or what will happen there, but I will.