This one's a long one, but totally worth it! in my opinion. wow i sound really arrogant dont i?

"You did what?" Harry asked quietly, gazing into his love's deep brown eyes. He didn't feel anger or betrayal or even misery. He didn't feel anything. Confusion had taken over his other emotions, leaving him blank and bewildered.

"I was just so worried about you, Harry," Ginny said, taking a step closer to him.

"I decided to run for Minister of Magic and you told your brother to run against me so I'd lose! Why? Why would you do that?"

"You saw what happened to the last Minister!" Ginny shot at him, her eyes brimming with defiant tears.

Harry sighed and rubbed his face with both hands. He wasn't even sure he wanted to be Minister. He had so many ideas, so many plans, for building a new, improved Ministry. A part of him, the arrogant part that hid most of the time, wanted to be the hero-of-war-Minister: the man who defeated the most evil wizard of all time, then rebuilt the Ministry and its framework and began a new time for all of wizarding kind; a time of prosperity and richness.

Realistically, Harry knew it was a lot of work. Something that would take a lifetime of dedication, and he didn't feel any specific loyalty or devotion towards the ministry. He sighed again and sat down on Ginny's bed. Mrs Weasley had insisted he stay at the Burrow while things were so hectic in the Wizarding world. And anyway, Harry didn't feel much like going back to an empty apartment.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ginny whispered, sitting down beside him. "I should have stood by you, no matter what you chose.

Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. After kissing her on the side of her forehead, he rested his head gently against hers. "I've spent my whole life searching for him, Gin. And now it's over." He got up and walked over to the window, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets. What was he supposed to do now? "I mean, I didn't even kill him, Gin," he whispered. Ginny didn't say anything. She was itching with curiosity but it sounded as though he was talking to himself not her, and she didn't want to interrupt. "I feel lost…I - I don't even know who I am anymore." H rested his forehead against the cool glass and let the burning tears trickle down his face as he remembered the events of last night…

"You've irked me for too long Harry Potter," came the cold, high-pitched voice. The voice came from a man who no longer resembled a man. His face was a mask, with waxy white skin pulled tight over his high cheekbones and flat snake-like nose. His eyes were flaming red, windows to his twisted, shrivelled soul that felt no more. A battle between the Order and the ministry against the Deatheaters raged around them, but they didn't notice. Both sides had strict instructions to leave them alone to do what they needed to. Harry knew this was his last chance. One would die tonight, he was to become murdered or murderer.

Harry barely realised he was speaking out loud. Ginny saw the tears drip off of his face and land on the windowsill. She wiped her own tears away, intent on his story, needing to know what had happened to him. She needed to know because she needed to help him. Seeing him in pain was more than she could bear.

"No one's left to save you now Harry. And you forget, I can't die."

Harry didn't correct him. He wiped the blood off of his mouth and chin and stood, his very bones shaking; the crucio curse had been lifted just moments ago and Harry had bit his lip to prevent himself from screaming.

"You will die tonight Harry."

Again Harry didn't speak, he just rose his wand, ready to die fighting.

"Avada Kedavra!" screamed Voldemort before Harry had a chance to react. But the curse didn't hit him. Instead, it hit the person who had just pushed Harry to the ground and taken the spell for him.

"No!" Harry cried as Neville's body fell, mere feet away. Harry rose, and pointed his wand at Voldemort with a surprisingly steady hand. "You're going to pay for the lives you took, Tom Riddle."

Voldemort laughed, and bared his teeth at Harry. They glinted menacingly in the moonlight. "I don't think so Harry." With a flick of his wand, Harry set a jet of blindingly-bright golden light at Voldemort but he deflected it and sent another jet of green light back. Harry was too slow to react. The green light hit him in the chest, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying backwards.

But for the second time in his life, Harry had survived. He wasn't dead he knew it. He could feel the soft grass under his face, the cool breeze rustling his hair. He allowed him self no more than a split second to recover, before scrambling to his feet. But Voldemort was gone. A set of robes and a wand lay on the ground. Black ash began to swirl in the wind, being lifted into the air and carried away. Cries of pain from all the Deatheaters reverberated around the graveyard as they fell to the ground, clutching their left forearms, screaming in agony.

Harry touched the cut on his forehead, which had reopened his old scar. Ginny came to stand beside him; she touched his arm gently and he looked up, hastily brushing away tears. "It's over Harry," she whispered, stroking his face lovingly.

Harry shook his head. "I should have killed him. Neville shouldn't have died if I had the courage to say the spell and kill him. I'm a coward Ginny."

For several long moments, she didn't say anything. Finally she spoke, "Do you think it was coincidence that Neville saved your life?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The prophecy. What if Voldemort did choose the wrong boy?"

Harry didn't say anything, not sure what to say. Did she think he was a coward too? Voldemort had made the same mistake twice, but this time he died. Harry played no part. In the end, Voldemort had killed himself.

"Neither can live while the other survives," Harry whispered. He tried to think but his braind felt foggy. Neither can live… Harry made himself think, he had too, this was too important. "It never said," Harry said quietly, feeling close to something. "It never said one of us had to kill the other. Just that we couldn't survive."

"And he ended up killing himself." Ginny smiled at him, and brushed away her own tears. "You are so brave, Harry. I've never met anyone like you."

Harry didn't say anything to her. He still felt like a coward; he felt that Neville shouldn't have had to die. Taking Ginny's hand in his, he smiled sadly at her. "I still feel I don't know who I am."

She smiled at him, making his stomach twist and churn. Desire spread through his body where sorrow and regret had been just moments ago. "I'll help you find out," She whispered, her mouth just inches away from his own. Placing a finger under her chin, he lifted her head, and grazed her perfectly curved lips with his own.

"I know you will," he murmured. "After all," he stopped speaking to kiss her again. "I'm your second half."

love scene coming up of course! hehe.review review review if you want me to keep going! xoxo