Chapter 5

A Final Death

Ginny screamed as she was suddenly pulled out from under the greenhouse.

"No!" Harry yelled, and came out after her, but he was flung back into the wall. "Ginny!'

The large Death Eater tied her up and threw her on the ground, finishing just in time to grab Harry's arms and hold him back.

"So this is your little friend," Voldemort said. "How charming." He ran his long, thin fingers under Ginny's chin.

"Don't touch her," Harry snarled through gritted teeth. "Leave her alone."

"Oh, I don't think I will, Voldemort said, then called over his shoulder. "Snape?"

A tall, dark figure emerged from the shadows, and Harry stared, eyes full of hatred, into the face of Severus Snape.

"Yes, master?" he said in an oily voice.

"What is the name of this young lady?"

"That would be Miss Ginny Weasley, my Lord."

"Ah, a Weasley," Voldemort said airily, raising his wand. But he did not kill her as Harry thought, but instead undid the ropes tying her hands together. "Stand up, Miss Weasley," he said softly. Harry struggled against his bonds futilely. "Now, answer some of my questions, please," he circled around her. "And trust me on this: I shall know if you are lying." Ginny nodded almost imperceptibly, and Harry could see she was trying not to show her fear. "Now, first question. How long have you known Harry Potter?"

"A-about six or seven years,' she stuttered.

"Interesting. And how long have you been romantically involved with him?"

Ginny shut her eyes tight. "I don't know what you're t-t-talking about."

"Oh, I think you do," Voldemort spoke sinuously. "ANSWER THE QUESTION."

Ginny whimpered and didn't speak for a moment. "A little more than a year," she said finally.

Harry could not understand why Voldemort was asking all these questions. What did it matter to him the state of his and Ginny's relationship?

"And if I kill him, what do you think you'll remember most about him?" Voldemort asked. "Will you remember him in ten years, do you think?"

Ginny couldn't contain herself. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she stood in front of the Death Eaters. She locked eyes with Harry, and could not speak. Harry finally understood what Voldemort was doing. He was destroying Ginny emotionally, rather than physically. By not killing her, and making her relive the good memories they had shared, so that it would be all the more painful for her when Harry died.

Because Harry seemed to know he was about to die, and everything was perfectly clear. He knew what he had to do.

"Answer the question, Miss Weasley."

Ginny looked up at him defiantly this time, with no trace of tears. "I will remember this," she hissed at him. "I will remember that he is, and has been, a much stronger man than you will ever be. " Voldemort's eyes flashed. "I will remember his courage and bravery in the face of danger, the fact that he puts others before himself. You are weak compared to him, Voldemort. You can't even confront him without your followers, cannot kill him unless he is bound and broken, tied up like an animal and defenseless. That is what I'll remember, Voldemort. Not the fact that he died, but the fact that he lived."

Harry could feel the anger building inside Voldemort. It was now or never, and his insides burned in agony at the thought of what it would do to Ginny. But he had to do it. It was the only way to finish Voldemort, once and for all.

He twisted suddenly in the Death Eater's grip, and then he was free. He ran towards Ginny-and it seemed that time had opened up an infinite window for him-and just as Voldemort screamed his fatal words at Ginny, Harry flung himself in front of her, and he was dead before he hit the ground.

Wait! Hang On! Don't hate me!!!!!

There are...4 more chapters after this. Well...one isn't exactly a chapter but anyway...my re-editing is almost done. I have to redo the ending a little because I wasn't happy with it. But I'm almost done. I have this wierd thing that I where I have got to have a happy ending. So what if I'm a hopeless romantic?

Sorry to keep ya waiting though...I'm a fast typer but a slow and picky editor. :)