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I'M SO SORRRRYYYYY!

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I will probably do 2 more chapters and an Epilogue. Then it is time for the re-write. Because this one is bleh. To the max. Like Whoa.

CHAPTER 14- Have you ever felt like you were drowning?

Harry dropped to his knees and almost literally felt the weight leave his shoulders. Harry's head began to spin the second the spell had shot from his wand. He didn't know what to expect. But what followed sent shivers down his spine. The loudest silence that he had ever heard was hanging over the grounds. All dueling had ceased as the body of Lord Voldemort slumped to the ground.

The spinning in his head was growing worse and a nauseous feeling had crept into the pit of his stomach as images of the corpses of Quidditch spectators entered his mind. Fred's blank eyes were staring up at him. Hermione's screams were ripping through his mind. Finally, the image of the Killing Curse erupting from the tip of his own wand flashed before him. Harry sank to his knees thinking, 'I'm a murderer...'

The exhaustion he had fighting was finally beginning to overtake him. A mixture of guilt, triumph, and grief was flooding over him. The scene of blood and death began to dissolve before him as he sank into the darkness…

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Harry kept his eyes closed as he woke. It felt warm and safe in the bed. Someone was holding his hand. There was a murmur of voices around him, but one seemed much closer.

"She's been kicking like mad. I think she misses you. I do too…" Harry attempted to open his eyes to see her, but his eyelids were like lead. It would take more energy than he felt he had.

"Everyone is so depressed lately. We need you to wake up, Harry. It would give us something to be happy for. Hermione needs you, especially…" said Ginny sadly. He felt his heart sink at the mention the depression that had swept over everyone. But when she let out a small laugh he felt warmer inside.

"You'd better wake up soon," she said with a playful tone. "I don't want to have to take Ron in the delivery room with me!"

"Then don't…" he said weakly. There was a cry of shock from Ginny and Harry forced his eyes halfway open. He was in the Hospital Wing surrounded by the Weasleys. Ginny threw her arms around him saying, "Thank Merlin, you're okay!" Harry wrapped an arm around her and felt her tears soak his hair. When she pulled away she was wiping the tears from her eyes.

The Weasleys stood around him smiling at him. But something was missing and he knew what it was. The Weasleys weren't the same anymore. Then again, nothing would ever be the same again.

A hand clapped on his shoulder. Harry turned to see Ron smiling broadly at him. Harry smiled weakly back at him.

"You did it, Harry!" Ron exclaimed. Harry felt the smile slide off his face as the details rushed into his mind like a slide show in fast forward.

"Yeah…Sure did…" Harry said turning away. He should be feeling victorious, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. He felt like a murderer. He felt cruel and heartless. His parent's wouldn't want him to be a killer. Ginny wouldn't want him to be… Hell, his child couldn't have a murderer as a father!

He looked around at the people surrounding his bed. Ginny was smiling with a mixture of happiness and sadness that matched those around her. Charlie and Bill were behind her sitting on an empty bed.

"Where are the others?" Harry asked Ginny. She smiled sadly at him.

"Hermione hasn't come out of her room at the burrow. Mum has cooked herself through every scrap of food we have. You know how she is. When things go wrong, cook. Charlie just got back from the WWW flat. George wouldn't let him in…" A tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away as if she didn't have time for it.

"But you're awake now!" Ginny said beaming at him, her eyes still bright. "And— oh, good lord, Lily…" She said resting a hand on her belly.

"She won't sit still," she went on. "This whole week she's been kicking like mad!" Harry looked at her in shock.

"This whole week?" He repeated. He had just seen her yesterday, hadn't he? The door to the Hospital Wing burst open. Madame Pomfrey came bustling in carrying a tray of potions with her.

"Eight days, Potter. I believe that's a record for you?" Harry held up a fist in mock victory.

"I want you all out. No, Mr. Potter, I said out!" Ron threw a glare at her and followed his brothers out. Harry felt Ginny try to release her hand from his but Harry held on. He couldn't be alone right now. He needed her there, but something in the back of his mind told her he didn't deserve her presence.

"She has to stay," Harry said holding tightly to Ginny's hand. Madame Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look before thrusting a bright purple potion into his hands. Harry squinted at it before asking what it was.

"It's a calming draft. I'm pretty sure you could use it."

Harry ignored the strong taste of seaweed as he gulped it down. He immediately felt his muscles relax. But it did not take away the remorse that was dragging him down.

"So, how are you feeling?" Ginny asked him. 'Like a killer…' But instead he gave a shrug.

"Are you sure? There's not something more…" she said as Madame Pomfrey handed him another potion.

"Yes, Gin, I'm sure," Harry said forcefully, avoiding her eyes as he draining the second potion. Ginny placed her hand under his chin and tilted his head towards her.

"When you're ready to talk…" She said, trying to catch his eye. Harry refused to look towards her, instead focusing on the remains of the potion swimming at the bottom of the glass.

"There's nothing to talk about! It's over and we can go home!"

"I don't think so, Mr. Potter!" cried Madame Pomfrey, looking startled at the suggestion. "You need at least another week in my care! I wouldn't even think of sending you outside of this room!"

Harry shrugged, feeling as if it didn't matter either way. If he stayed here, there was a smaller chance that he would kill someone…

A/N: Sorry its so short... I felt bad so I had to give you something...

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