Disclaimer: No Harry Potter characters belong to me; the idea is solely property of the wonderful Ms. JK Rowling.
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She had appropriately dressed as a Muggle, wearing a jean jacket over a plain light brown T-shirt with a dark brown star on it, and plain blue jeans. The T-shirt seemed to make Ginny's deep dark brown eyes stand out on her soft face.
"Hi Harry," Ginny said.
"Hi Gin," Harry replied. Neither could hold themselves down and they both ran at each other. Harry quickly pulled Ginny into a passionate kiss.
"Dad, Harry's kissing a girl!" Dudley yelled. Harry just waved his wand and his door shut silently without interrupting their kiss. Finally, when they pulled apart, Ginny was the first to speak after what seemed like hours of silence.
"I guess this means were seeing each other again," Ginny said with a playful grin on her face.
"Took long enough, huh?" Harry grinned back.
"I never gave up," Ginny sort of mumbled, she wasn't sure if she was saying this to herself or more to Harry.
"Pardon?" Harry said.
"I never gave up," Ginny repeated louder. She sat on Harry's bed and continued, "I always knew we would eventually end up together if the war didn't kill you. I used to have nightmares every other night about you. I was standing by the sidelines, and you and Voldemort were facing off. At last a green light hit you and you sank to the ground. I ran over and sobbed over your dead body. And then I would wake up and cry myself back to sleep," she said, the last part was barely a whisper, choking back tears that were threatening to fall.
"Well, I'm here now and that's all that matters," Harry said, going over and sitting on his bed with her. He put his arm around her. She burst into sobs and cried on Harry's shoulder.
"This summer Mum told me to take care of a boggart at home. It changed into you— you being killed." More sobs came from her. "Finally, Charlie heard me crying and came up to help defeat it. Oh Harry, you don't know how much I was worried I'd never be in your arms again." She sobbed more, and they sat there for quite a long time until Ginny had slowed down. Harry wiped the tears off of her face and took her hand and squeezed it.
"Ginny, I'll always be there for you," Harry said, kissing Ginny's hand. "Maybe I should explain, now that the war is over, why we couldn't see each other," Harry said.
"Yes, an explanation would be nice," Ginny said, smiling a bit.
"Ok, I guess it started in my sixth year when I was having private lessons with Dumbledore. He showed me more of Voldemort's past so I would be able to defeat him easier. In one memory, he was discussing Horcruxes and how you could split your soul and put it into something," Harry continued, "Therefore making you immortal until the Horcruxes were all destroyed."
"So I'm taking it Voldemort had made Horcruxes," Ginny said.
"Yes. He had seven, so it was my job to go destroy all of the Horcruxes. Voldemort, he had his snake as one, his family ring, Hufflepuff's goblet, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's book, and his diary," Harry continued.
"Y-you mean that diary in my first year w-was a Horcrux?" Ginny stuttered. Harry nodded and Ginny gasped.
"So then I had to destroy the last of his soul in his body. I did that during the war a week ago," Harry concluded.
"Ok, thanks for the explanation," Ginny smiled. With one last hug, Harry packed up the rest of his trunk.