Last chapter.

I'm sorry for never updating. But now it's time- thank you for everyone who still reads this.

And then I can finally update on my other two stories- get them done and then start some more. Yay! Ginny/Harry were never my cup of tea, but that's okay.

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She ran out of Hogwarts, shoving some 3rd years out of her way. She would of cared if her mind wasn't set on one thing. Field. Green. Lawn. Fly. Love.

She was also pretty sure someone called her name in the process- but her mind was to far off to check who it was.

She ran near Hagrid's Hut- her closest and favorite spot for the moment. Not a lot of people were near her, they wouldn't notice her since she was far from them. Her mind was focused on the broomstick, she was grateful that she knew how to ride one so well, thanks to her brothers and Harry's help.

Ah, Harry. She missed him so much. She missed his touch, his kisses..

Before she knew it she was already flying. She saw that she did cause some attention to her. She flew away, scared that someone might rat her out. Who knew breaking the rules felt so good.

Her hair was dancing uncontrollably. The wind in her face made her feel new, happy. She wanted to let her hands off the stick and fly like a bird. She felt like she was on a mission and was an important part. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Not because she was nervous, angry, or anything. She was free. All these emotions she had in the last months were finally out of her. She screamed of happiness. She was okay. Yes, she was finally fine.

She missed Ron and Hermione too. She missed the hell outta them. She wanted her best friends back. She wanted her normal life again- but the months before they left they weren't so normal, actually.

She wanted to start a new life. She wanted to be a new and improved Ginevra Molly Weasley - or presumably, Potter. That thought made her smile. She can start her new life with him. Have kids and have a nice little house, his old house they both preferred, and be happy together. No more Voldemort, no more fighting. Finally a happy ending.

She shouldn't get her hopes high but it was the only thing that kept her going. If he was dead.. she didn't even know the words of what would make her. She would be dead. It would feel like she's in limbo. All her hopes and dreams would be gone, and they weren't even officially going out.

But he sure as hell made her seem like it - he better be alive. He better not just got her hopes high..he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't of done that if he wasn't sure he would make it out alive or not. He knew. He knew better..

The ride seemed longer than last time. Much longer, actually. She felt dangerous, the adrenaline running throughout her whole body. She really never done something this exciting in her whole life by herself. She wondered if this was how Harry felt when he was looking for horcruxes, if he felt the excitement. She wondered if he missed her like she missed him..

No. He was far to busy to be thinking of her. He had better things to think about. He had to forget about everything - the love he had for her, the love she had for him.. and just her.

That thought made her stomache flip. That would be very rare, but it was a possibility. He could of forgot about love and she would have to start all over.

That was okay. She would not be happy with it, but it would be okay. Just to have her Harry back. Just to know that he's alive, that's more than she can ask for at the moment.

Underneath her she began to see houses, old ones indeed. Some seemed to have been in a fire, others just destroyed. She was surprised on how they just gave up on this empty neighborhood. Was it haunted? All these houses depressed her once more- maybe Voldemort scared all of them away.

Could she make this neighborhood alive again? Could her and Harry do it? It's possible.

She finally found the house. It wasn't broken from the outside, it looked normal compared to the others surrounding it. Although it did have the worst past in it. Her heart started pounding- she was getting so nervous. What if this wasn't the right place? What if this was all a joke?

Harry or Hermione wouldn't have done that to her. But what if one of them were possessed? Or if they were forced to? Her mind was bouncing off the walls with thoughts. Be optimistic! Be positive. Was all she could think, was she trying to convince herself?

The house was getting bigger and bigger as she was going down and she bit her lip and she wished she could of closed her eyes because half of her did not want to be here anymore. She was truely afraid of what is inside.

Her palms were sweaty and her hair was most likely a mess since of the wind that hit her face hard, she was going very fast. She quietly and secretly got off her broomstick, a few yards away from the house. She didn't want to make a commotion going in, she wanted to be as quiet as possible. She wanted to be invisible. This could be a trap.

Her hand found her wand and held on it tightly as she hid the broom behind a tree.

She found herself walking to the front door, but her body felt dead. She didn't know how her body was functioning so well.

"Oh please don't let this be a trap, oh please." She whispered before she opened the front door, which was unlocked. Someone was expecting her to come. Oh God, oh God..

The house looked the same as the last time she came in here- dull and boring. Nothing changed. Nobody was in the living room. She couldn't find the words to say, she couldn't even speak in that matter. Her walking was very slow, being very precautious of traps of anysort.

She swore she heard something upstairs- a cry? It could of been in her head. She quickly went upstairs, wanting to hear it again. No hope for that one. She heard no other noise, maybe it was just in her head. Maybe she was just going insane.

"Harry? Hermione? It's Ginny. Please, I came all the way to have some clue. Help me." She said, hoping to have a reply back. Nothing.

She heard another cry, it was coming from his parent's room. Oh God, Ginny be prepared, Ginny be armed.

She took a deep breathe before coming in, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

A boy was in the corner, hugging his knees, face buried in it.

"H- Harry.." Ginny whispered, she barely even heard it herself. The boy looked at her.

He looked like a mess- but she could tell under all those cuts and all the depression in his face that it was him. He kept crying. Even more, infact. He made no effort to get up and hug her. Something must of happened.

Ginny didn't know how to feel, so many emotions were going in her. Happiness was overwhelming her, but saddness took over, too. She ran towards him, sitting right next to him.

"Oh God, baby.." was all she can say. He looked at her again- and she could see all the details in his face.

His face was mostly covered in dry blood- his blood? A lot of cuts, soon to be scars. He had bags under his eyes, he seemed so tired, as if he were dead. He looked dead. It scared the hell out of her.

"You really came." he said hoarsely.

"You didn't think I would?" she asked.

He ignored that. "I've been thinking of you." he took her hand, even though it was dirty and bloody. He quickly took his hand back, remembering that he wasn't clean. She didn't care, she took it back in hers.

"Where's Ron and Hermione? Why didn't you come back?" she asked questions. And lots of them. She wanted answers. Now.

"Ron had a really bad injury, a spell backfired on him. He's at a hospital, Hermiones with him. Other than that, they're fine. And I didn't want to go back. I don't want the attention anymore Ginny, I just want to be normal."

She found herself tearing, but held back. She wanted to be strong. She had to be. She put her arms over him. "Oh Harry, you have to. Please, everyones worried sick about you. They have to know you're okay."

He looked into her eyes. His emerald green eyes still made her body fill with passion. That could never stop. He smiled - a true, genuine smile. She thought about how long it has been since he had made a true smile.

"Tomorrow." he answered. "We both go back. Tomorrow. Stay with me."

She happily agreed. No one would really notice her disappearance for a day. "How long have you been here?" she asked, looking around the room. She felt so incredible in his arms again.

He shrugged. "I lost count. Maybe two weeks?" her head rested on his shoulder. This felt like home.

"Must've been lonely." she mumbled, she didn't expect him to hear it.

"Yeah, it was. Ate berries for the last couple months, been like hell without you here."

So he did think about her. He didn't forget about their love- she smiled at the thought. "What have you been doing since?" she asked curiously, looking back at him again. He hesitated.

"Thinking."

"About?"

Pause. Pause. No answer. "Harry?"

"You." he quickly and quietly answered.

"And?" she could sence him getting uncomfortable. Why was he getting so tense?

"I'm not sure."

"Harry."

"Us."

She looked at his face, but he was looking anywhere but her. She didn't really understand. "And..?"

"Being together."

"We are together, or at least I thought..were you thinking about breaking up?

"No!" he quickly replied. "Not..not that kind of way." He took a deep breath, bit his lip for a second and looked at the wall. "I think about you, Ginny, and how beautiful you are, and how more beautiful you would look underneath me, and you saying my name, and..and.."

She interuppted, "Okay." she smiled. She got back up and got ahold of his hand, making him stand up as well. She could see how red his face was from embarassment. She saw the lust in his eyes, he wanted her and she wanted him as well.

"Love..no. You don't need to. I know I got..well, these cuts. Scars."

She was appalled. "You think I only love you for your looks? No! I think you're a gorgeous person, inside and out. I don't care if you were 90% burned, I would still love you no matter what!"

He smiled, and wiped away from of the dry blood of his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"More than positive."

They walked hand in hand to his room. Tomorrow they'd be back at Hogwarts, and they'd have something of eachother.

Once they landed in his room, he kissed her passionately. After a few moments, they looked in eachothers eyes.

"Forever." he whispered in her ear.

"Forever."

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END! Wasn't it cute? ;)

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First ever complete story. Yay me!