Sorry that it was dull, but I think this chapter is a bit better at least in my opinion.

The Darkest Hour

Harry was sitting at a small table in the corner of The Broomstick. He drank a butterbeer as his thoughts wandered back to that day. He tried not to think about her last moments but couldn't help wandering into a trance. His eyes slowly shut as he recalled every detail of that horrid day.

He met with Ginny for a romantic getaway after he had successful killed Voldemort and the war ended. He smiled cunningly at her and kissed her with love. They met by a stunning lake with a small cottage next to it. They ate dinner on the porch of the cottage that was overlooking the lake. It was a moonlit night as they ate fish fillet and drank red wine laughing over such a grand time they were having. It almost seemed too perfect. Ginny's eyes were sparkling with happiness he had not seen before.

Then, they heard someone bellow out his name. It was a slithering hissing voice, that didn't resemble anything he knew before. It seemed a little loud for this time of night. It had come from the forest nestled behind the house.

Harry motioned for Ginny to be quiet and stay here while he crept around the small cottage. He had his wand out and his eyes were shifting back and forth looking for the caller of his name. He noiselessly walked into the forest that the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. Then he saw a man, with a slivery cloak on him his face had a evil grin on it. His eyes were brown and his hair a dusty white. He was about his age, but somehow he seemed older.

"Hello, Harry Potter…You may not know me but you soon will. Your wife, Ginny as we speak is dying. But, don't leave just yet…If you try to use one single ounce of magic to try and stop my apprentices, your wife will die." He never let the man finish, but he should have. He ran off into the distance as he could now hear Ginny's piercing screams. It was a trap. He should have never left her alone. Never. He tripped but, picked himself back up again. The screams died out as he turned around a bend in the forest. He must…

Someone was calling Harry's name. He suddenly came back to reality. He opened his eyes to see Ron. He was approaching the table. He looked alright. Tall, stocky fellow. He hoped his friend could comfort him in this time of depression.

"Harry, how are you? I didn't suspect such a busy man like you would be sitting in the Broomstick at this hour." He smiled. But Harry's face was expressionless. His brown eyes were bloodshot and it suddenly dawned on Ron's mind. "Harry, it wasn't your fault for what happ-appened…you were trying to protect her…You loved her with all your heart. I know that, and she knows that." Ron's voice shook as he said this but, he couldn't ignore Harry's signs of grief.

"Ron…Just stop it…It won't bring her back." Harry said. He let a tear fall into his empty glass. He wiped his eyes furiously walked out leaving Ron behind calling Harry's name. He was not really angry but he looked so similar to her he couldn't take it.

He stepped out of the shop trudging along. It was a cold windy night. It was dark a little bit dreary than usually. He would try to forget his memories of her. He had to get ready for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Hogwarts would be opening in two weeks and he wanted to be prepared. He wondered who would take Ginny's place as a potion's teacher. He shook his head in dismay. He wouldn't remember, but the thoughts of a new year pondered in his head.

He bumped into a woman making her fall over and drop her paperwork from her hands. They flew around her, landing on the cobblestone sidewalk on the ground. She dusted off her cloak as she stood up. Her cloak was a rich berry red. He looked at her strangely, as if he had seen her before. She took out her wand and tapped it on her palm and the papers appeared neatly stacked right into her hand.

"Sorry about that. Wasn't watching where I was going. Too many thoughts." She said smiling.

"Sorry, about that." Was all he managed to say before she walked off. Was she a participant in the War? For the dark side of for good?