A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5: Muggle History: Task 3 - Medieval bread could get you high… or kill you - Prompt: Write about someone taking a risk for something (or someone) they love.

Writing Club September

All Sorts of Space: 9 - Hunk - The Food Guy and Amazing Protector: (action) Shielding someone from harm

Scamander's Case:22 - (character) Harry Potter

Marvel Appreciation: 6 - (Characteristic) Loyal

Insane Prompt Challenge: 540 -Song: Don't Speak – No Doubt

Word Count: 412

"I can't ask you to wait for me, Ginny. It wouldn't be right. There's a chance I'll never come back," Harry whispered. Ginny nodded. The pair had climbed out onto the Weasleys' roof. All Harry had wanted was a moment alone with Ginny. They both knew that wasn't going to happen inside the Burrow.

"I know, Harry. Trust me, I know. I've got to go back to Hogwarts, keep my head down, and try to pretend the boy I love isn't out there somewhere risking his life to save mine, to save the whole world. Don't you wish we'd been born in a different time, a different place?"

"We wouldn't be the same people, Ginny," Harry replied looking up at the sky.

"But then you wouldn't be rushing off on this quest, we wouldn't be at war. We could just be two kids in love, looking at the night sky and dreaming of our future." She laughed. "Do we even have a future, Harry. You and me? Do we even have a future?" Harry was silent a moment.

"I don't know, Ginny. I just don't know. I know I love you, but we can't... It's too dangerous. They'll go after you to get to me." Ginny sat up and looked over at Harry.

"Maybe I don't care about that danger. Maybe I can handle myself. Maybe we're supposed to be together. I know I can't go with you, Ron and Hermione, but if you think I'm not going to fight, you're wrong."

"Ginny, I love you. I can't ask you to put yourself in danger."

"I love you too, Harry. And you're not asking. I'm telling you that you don't have a say in the matter. And I will wait for you, until after the final battle, when we win and you twirl me in the air in joy. I'll wait for you, Harry. Don't bother telling me not to."

"Wasting my breath, I know. Look, a shooting star, make a wish, Ginny." Ginny nodded closing her eyes. I wish we all come through this war alright. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at Harry.

"You're leaving after the wedding."

"Yes."

"Good luck, Harry," she whispered giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before she slid back inside the house. He touched his cheek and smiled. There really was no telling Ginny what she could and couldn't do. He only hoped she felt the same way after the war.