A/N: Sorry about the delay!I was just too caught up in school work But I hope you'll like this one~~~I know it's not as long as the first chapter but I had to make sure the story's going in a good and appropriate pace :) So please leave comments and advice so I can improve:) thanks!

Harry had tried to remain as calm as he can when he faced his death. He tried to look straight into Voldemort's eyes, showing that he had no fear, but all he saw was Ginny.

The fragrance Ginny had from her hair. The smile that made him smile with her. The touch of her lips. And the one, the only promise he made.

The only one he had cared to make. Because he knew he would fight hard to stay alive for her. But he HAD to die.

And the thought of not being able even to fulfill that promise made Harry fell deep into the darkness, along with the bright green light that shot right through his heart.

A chill suddenly ran through Ginny's body. But somehow she knew it wasn't because of the cold.

She shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of whatever was on her mind, and knelt down to help another student get to his feet.

She also had bruises and blood all over her. But she didn't care. Nothing could compare to the loss of her brother. She could not bear to go back to her family right now. It would be too hard to see Fred, who was always so energetic, lying still and silent on the cold ground.

" Hermione?" She needed someone's company. Someone who was not in her family. " Can you come with me?"

Hermione nodded, and left the Great Hall with Ginny.

" What is it? Ginny? Are you alright?" She too, had been crying, like most of her family. Ginny didn't answer the question.

" Hermione…where's Harry?" Ginny's eyes weren't focused. It was as if they were searching for Harry in the school grounds, but failed to find any possible signs.

" I…I don't know…" But she knew, even if Harry didn't tell. He was gone as soon as they returned from the Shrieking Shack. But she wouldn't dare to think that Harry went to face Voldemort alone.

" He went to find Voldemort, didn't he?" Ginny wasn't asking, it was a fact. Even if , no one saw him, they all knew where he went. Ginny's eyes were welling up. The tears blurred her vision, but she quickly wiped them away, not willing to leave her sight from the woods ahead of her, hoping that Harry would come back any minute.

Hermione put her arms around Ginny, and they sat down on the stairs that faced the school grounds.

" Hermione, have you ever thought of what will happen? I mean…have you ever thought that you and Ron can be together, get married someday, and even have kids?" Ginny suddenly asked.

" Not really." Hermione shook her head. " I mean…we never know what will happen these days….you can never be sure what will happen. So you can never think about the future…cause even the thought of not being with the ones you love makes you upset." Hermione replied bitterly. Ginny knew exactly what she meant.

Everyone in this war was taking risks every day. They may be laughing with you, telling jokes this minute, and the next minute they're dead. Just like Tonks and Remus. Just like Fred.

"But I'd dreamt of it. Even though I forbid myself to think of Harry…I still dreamt of marrying him, having a family with him. Somehow I would wake up in the morning, sweating and crying. Because dreams are, after all, just dreams. Nothing more." Ginny couldn't stop herself from sobbing.

"I know…I know…" Hermione said softly, comforting Ginny.

And then, Voldemort's voice came out of nowhere again, within the walls, the ceilings and the floors.

Ginny held Hermione's hand tightly. Though she already knew what Voldemort would say…but she couldn't bear to listen….

" Harry Potter is dead. He was killed…."

Ginny automatically shut down her ears. Voldemort's voice seemed so far away. She could feel Hermione grabbing her arm so tight that she ought to have felt the pain. But she felt nothing painful from her arm. No. The most painful part of her was her heart. And she could hold her toughness no more. Tears were falling like raindrops from her eyes, washing away the blood stains from her face. She stood up without a second thought, and ran outside towards Voldemort, towards Harry.

And the only sound she could hear was the voice of Harry making the promise, repeating over and over again in her head.

" But I promise that, because of you, I would try my best to come back alive…"

to be continued...