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Chapter 7

Ginny Weasley was a nervous wreck. She had a feeling in her stomach; something wasn't right, she could just tell. However, she tried to ignore it. Sitting at the kitchen table Ginny passed the time by changing some words to a song that she had heard in the musical, she saw with Hermione one summer.

'I couldn't sleep

I took a sominex

But voices in my head kept saying

Go to Harry

Talk to Harry

I drank some tea

But Gee, the feeling wasn't gone

Harry, sweetheart

Tell me darling

What is going on?'

Then she heard two pops. Her heart sped up, it wasn't three so it must not be them. Maybe it was Death Eaters. She quickly ran to the window and pushed back the curtains. It was growing dark and she could make out two shadows; one slightly taller than the other. As she looked more closely she gasped, for the taller one held something limp in his arms. She slowly made out the shape as another person. Then she knew. The sickening feeling in her stomach grew three times worse. Both Harry and Ron were taller than Hermione, who she knew was the smaller one because of the girlish outline, so which one was standing and which one was not? Ginny slowly walked to the door; she wanted to find out who it was, but at the same time she knew that once she did know her life would be turned upside down. Once she opened the door she stood there, watching the shadowed figures slowly approaching. Suddenly, she chickened out and ran to the living room, hoping to delay her pain. She waited a few more minutes until the footsteps could be heard coming into the room. She turned away from the door as they entered, and she heard the limp figure being laid on the couch.

"Ginny." Hermione's voice broke through the thick silence. Ginny cautiously turned around and glanced at the couch. A scream ripped through the night air as Ginny took in the still messy raven hair of the young man laying on the couch. She flew towards the body and flung herself on top of him, crying into his still chest. Finally she looked up into his emerald green eyes filled with determination, fear, hope and knowing. Ginny broke into tears again as she read the knowing look in his eyes, he had known he was going to die and for some reason he almost looked at peace with it. Maybe it was the relaxed state of the rest of his face, she wasn't sure. Then suddenly she realized Ron and Hermione were still in the room. She stood shakily and looked right into her brothers eyes.

"Why didn't you save him?" She screamed. "Why couldn't it have been you, why him?" Then she ran up the stairs to her room and slammed the door. Ron just stood there shocked, eyes wide. Hermione shut her eyes tight and bit her lip, holding that position for a minute until she had regained control of her emotions and then looked at Ron.

"She didn't mean it." Hermione sobbed and ran after Ginny.

Harry Potter opened his eyes and looked around as he stood up off the ground. He was standing in an intersection of two long hallways. The hallways went down as far as he could see in four directions. There were thousands of doors along each hallway. As he dusted his robes off an old witch popped out of no where.

"Name?" she asked quickly.

"Harry Potter." He answered expecting the normal flicker to his scar.

"It's the South Hallway, 3rd door on your right." And as she walked away Harry heard her mutter, "Such a popular room."

Curiously Harry looked around and noticed the hallway that said South and walked down it. Counting the doors, when he came to the third one on the right he took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened slowly and the next thing Harry saw was a blur of red as someone flung themselves at him.

"Ginny?" He asked. Then the woman pulled away and he got a good glimpse at her face. "Mum?" His voice croaked. She nodded as tears streamed down her face.

"You're alive?" He asked confused.

"No Harry, you're dead." Came a voice from inside and Harry craned his neck to see who it was. His father.

"Oh." Then everything came flooding back to him, the train, Voldemort, the green light. Lily gently pulled him inside and he looked around his surroundings. "What is this place?"

"After you die you come here. Each room is watching a person living." Lily explained.

"And we were watching you, but now..." Came a familiar voice.

"Sirius?"

"Hey, kid."

"I'm not a kid." Harry said stubbornly.

"Of course you're not."

"Hello Harry." Came another familiar voice.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry was feeling overwhelmed.

"Yes, the one and only." His eyes twinkled sadly.

Harry then noticed that there were five recliners and sank down in one.

"I'm dead." He said slowly trying to get it to sink in.

"I'm afraid so, son." James nodded.

"Though it is nice to see you again, Harry. I just wish it wasn't so soon." Lily added.

"You have a lot to be proud of." Sirius put in. Harry gave him a questioning look.

"You defeated Voldemort, Harry." Dumbledore explained.

"Thank goodness." Harry sighed and closed his eyes. The other four saw tears silently creeping down his cheeks.

"Harry?" Lily knelt beside her son and took on of his hands in her own.

"Hey, it'll be alright. We're all here for you." James knelt on the other side of his son.

"Ginny." Harry sobbed.

Hermione knocked on Ginny's bedroom door.

"Ginny, please let me in." She pleaded. The door slowly opened and there stood the worst sight Hermione had ever seen, and considering her past experiences, that was saying something. Ginny's eyes were bloodshot and the tears were still coming down her cheeks. Her face was white, so white it could have blinded. She didn't say anything but walked back to her bed, shoulders slumped and feet dragging. She looked as if the life had been sucked out of her and Hermione wasn't so sure it hadn't been.

"Ginny, I have a letter for you, that Harry gave to me before the battle." Then she handed her the letter and left the room to leave the grieving girl in peace. Ginny careful opened the letter and read through it multiple times.

Well I ain't afraid of dying,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogies been read
Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to restYou can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Just make your next selection and while your still iin line
You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time

Prop me up beside the jukebox when I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight
fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand
prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

Oh prop me up beside the jukebox when I die

I love you so much Ginny. I'm sorry I couldn't be there anymore.

Love Harry.

This letter caused Ginny to burst into more sobs, ignoring Harry's attempt at humor.

Once again there was a knock on the door, and once again Lily opened it. This time it was the witch that greeted them at the intersection.

"Now that the person you were watching is dead, who would you like to watch?" The witch asked routinely.

Lily glanced at her son and then at the rest of the room and the four adults silently agreed.

"Ginny Weasley."

So what do you think? And ten points for anyone one who can name either song referenced in this story and where the first one is from and the singer to the second one.