A/N: What if Voldemort and Harry died at the same time?

Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it.

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was disarmed? Because if it does… I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

Then Voldemort did something no one had expected. He turned around and whipped his wand, slicing the person's throat and forcefully took their wand.

A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them, as an edge of the dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry knew he could not rely on the wand's connection now. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too, yelled. He knew there was nothing shielding him and his wand would offer no protection. So he did the only thing he could to end this.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The bang was like a cannon blast and two green jets erupted from their wands. No one in the Hall was moving or even breathing as the jets crossed each other. Voldemort fell backwards with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken. When the beam hit Harry, he fell backwards, into the arms of the bystanders who softly caught him. For an eternal second, everything was silent. Then screams and yells erupted from every corner of the Hall. They had won but at a terrible price. The Boy who had sacrificed himself time and time again. The Boy who had already suffered so much in his short life. The Boy Who Lived was no more.

Gentle hands lowered Harry onto the ground. No one was looking at Tom Riddle's body, everyone crowded around their saviour. Ginny pushed through the crowd, having finally broken free from Bill's grip. As the other people stepped back, she reached him. She kneeled down and put his head on her lap. Her hands around his face, soft and loving. The pain was starting to tear through her and she tried her best to control her sobs. Hermione and Ron fell down beside Harry's body too, they were holding each other as they cried, not quite believing what they were seeing. Mr Weasley crouched down beside Ginny. He took Harry's glasses off and softly closed his eyes so he appeared to be sleeping. Mr Weasley softly placed Harry's glasses back on his nose. He reached out to Ginny.

"Ginny-" he started but she objected.

"No!" She could not leave him, not just yet. Everyone in the crowd was joining hands, several hands landed on her shoulder. Hermione reached out and held her hand too. Harry's name was spoken over and over again, honouring him. A soft golden glow was being emitted above them, like a charm laying over all of them, bringing comfort to the mourners. It brought Ginny comfort too. It would not heal her, but it soothed her. She sat there for quite a while before she moved. She softly rested Harry's head on the floor and wiped her tears though they were still falling. She pushed herself up and two pairs of hands supported her as she stood up. It was Neville and George. Hermione and Ron stood up too. They watched as Kingsley moved in and together with Mr Weasley pick up Harry's body. They laid him to rest between Fred and Remus. When she looked around she noticed Voldemort's body had been removed, away from the others.

People started moving and speaking. Wounds were being mended, Ginny was not sure what she was doing. Eventually she ended up at a table and someone had put soup in front of her. Her mother came to sit beside her and put an arm around her. She was only vaguely aware of it as she was trying not to crumble. She took a few sips of soup to please her mom. She was barely holding it together at all. Her mum looked in surprise as she stood up.

"I need some sleep," she heard herself say and she attempted to smile. Mrs Weasley let her go but watched her with a worried look until she exited the Great Hall.

Ginny's legs carried her to the Gryffindor common room. There were only a few people walking about the castle and she was glad that most of them did not pay her any attention. She walked through the common room and up to her old dorm room. She closed the door behind her and had the mind to cast a silencing charm on the door. She got onto her bed as the tears started to blur her vision. Sob after sob shook her body as they escaped her throat and she screamed until her voice felt raw. It would never equate to the pain she was feeling within. Tears kept spilling and she could not stop them, even if she wanted to. The loss was too great.

When Hermione came to check on her later, she was still atop of her covers, tears dried on her cheeks. Hermione moved to pull the covers over her and put her wand on the nightstand. Hermione walked down the steps back to the common room to Ron who waited for her. He kissed her temple softly.

"How is she?" he asked. Hermione sighed.

"She is asleep," she said and Ron nodded, "Good."

"Teddy, get back here. If I don't bring you back whole, your grandma will be very cross!" Ginny tried as she ran after the three-year-old. The blue-haired boy giggled as he ran down Diagon Alley and turned around at Ginny with a grin, not seeing the person in front of him. Teddy stopped as he bumped into a guy walking the opposite way. Fearfully he looked up, his hair turning a mousy brown. Ginny caught up with him.

"I am so sorry, he is so fast!" she apologised, reaching the guy. He had brown hair and a piercing look.

"Is he your son?" the guy asked as Ginny went to pick up Teddy.

"Yes, no. It is complicated," she said, how do you explain this is the godson of your dead ex-boyfriend without going into horrible detail.

"I don't think I have seen you at Hogwarts? You seem to be around my age," Ginny pointed out.

"I grew up in France, my mother is French. I am Gabriel Longbottom," he introduced himself. Ginny moved Teddy to her other arm to shake his held out hand.

"Longbottom…," she raised her eyebrows, "Are you by chance related to Neville?"

He nodded as they moved to the side of Diagon Ally to get out of people's way.

"A distant cousin. I didn't get your name?"

"Ginny," she spoke, the Weasley name had become too famous and if he had not recognised her immediately, she was not about to let her name ring any bells.

"I was just heading to get a sundae, apparently they're really good. I just arrived in London last week. Care to join?" Gabriel asked. Ginny contemplated it for a second. It had been three years and he seemed nice. After all, it was just ice cream, it didn't have to mean anything.

"Teds, do you want some ice cream with chocolate sprinkles?" she asked the toddler, whose eyes lit up at once. Ginny chuckled.

"I think that's a yes."

They started walking towards Florean Fortescue's together.

"So, I assume you went to Beauxbatons?" Ginny wondered out loud. He nodded in confirmation.

"You may know my sister-in-law, Fleur Delacour."

"Oh her. We didn't get on particularly well," he admitted honestly. Ginny beamed.

"I feel like we will."