Ginny's POV

By So Yun

I traced my fingers gentle over the engraved words; my fingers go through them idly. I sigh, if only I could feel again. I look in contentment at the glass jar; I can see our Golden Dust mingled together in it.

In a weary sense I feel alive, but then air blows through my spirit essence.

Harry Potter

&

Ginny Weasley

Died in Battle

&

Of Natural causes

The date of our twin deaths were written below, it rocked me. I hug myself, at least happy that I can do that and walk through Hogwarts. I am a spirit essence soon to leave this world, because I died of natural causes I can linger for a bit longer.

I feel saddened that Harry can not be here to see how many miss or love him. Because he was murdered his spirit can not wander, he has gone from this earth forever.

I remember back to the actual scene, finding myself nothing but a mist watching my own body be hugged by Ron and Hermione. It disturbed and scared me; I knew I was dead straight away though.

But my heart tugged to see Harry dead also, I wish he weren't. If anyone in this world deserved to live, it was Harry. I know I should have told him that I was going to die one day; at least he didn't see me die after him.

I want to deprive him of just that. It would shatter his soul, but when I join him I hope we are even incandescently happy in death. But I hate to leave those I love behind to join one.

I still see clear as day when they brought our bodies in, or the grief that marred their faces. I wish I could caress their tears away and whisper, whisper that it will be alright.

But to them it isn't, I was my dad's little girl and my brother's little and only sister. I was my mum's pride and joy.

Who will she gush at for Yule balls? Or gossip about the boys in our household? I loathe to leave Mum so alone, deprived of me. Her little girl.

Silver tears gush from my eyes on my spirit essence then disappear as soon as they came. I wish I could still cry and let my tears mingle with my skin.

Back at Hogwarts they stripped us both, I felt little embarrassment. After all I was dead and it wasn't like they hadn't seen a female human body anymore. I loved to be lying next to Harry.

Although he was so still, but so was I. All I wished was that I could reach over and grasp his hand and meet his emerald eyes. But I lie still as they use the Avada Kedavra Potion.

Only three people in the room know it will not work. My parents stay silent, mum is crying and so is dad. I don't understand why they wait, why waste a potion on me? But they do and they watch in no shock as I do not glow like Harry had done before.

Everyone else in the room gasps and my parents tell the tale. I remember when the Healer at St Mungo's told my parents. Mum was so upset she had to be sedated; dad was calm but so pale.

I was only five; I watched inquisitively with my wide eyes. I didn't understand what it meant, but I did as I grew. I made the most of life, knowing one day I would die.

I know I should have told Harry, I loved him yet I kept that from him. I feel guilty in a sense, but in another I don't. When I meet him in the after life, or heaven, or wherever you go, I promise I'll tell him.

I don't keep secrets from the ones I love, definitely not Harry.

I remember how I lingered with our bodies after everyone left; I felt it as a sense of duty. I looked sadly upon our bodies laying together, although I smiled at it. I always hoped that Harry and I would grow old together and die together. Lie on beds together like this, I guess it's the best I can hope for.

Finally I knew the funeral was coming and I smiled, I knew my family would see that Harry and I were still together in death.

I nearly laughed, but when I did it was silent. I was overly glad that it was Dobby who would perform the Golden Dust ritual; I knew Harry would be pleased also. I loved how good we looked together in our Quidditch uniforms and I smiled upon our bodies.

I knew death was a horrible thing, but in many ways it is not. In some ways it is a form of blissful peace.

The lake was beautifully quiet, but muffled sobs could be heard, the warm sun overhead heating the bright green grass, just like Harry's eyes.

I remember always becoming entranced in his eyes, I could never look away. Maybe that's part of the fact that I fell in love with him. Maybe it's not. I knew I fell in love with him because of him being just Harry. He is perfect in my eyes.

Our robes were extracted and our modesty kept, our pale skin luminescent under the sun. I watched idly in fascination as Dobby transfigurated our robes into Golden dust. Dumbledore kept half and Professor McGonagall put the other half of ours mingled together in a jar for the common room.

Together my family and Hermione blew us across Hogwarts grounds. I felt a tingle settle in my spirit essence, it felt like being tickled.

I was a bit surprised when Ron rushed forwards after the ceremony when the coffin was about to be lowered into the ground. I smiled shyly at him even if he couldn't see me. I smiled at what he and Hermione did and then the coffin lid was shut.

Our bodies were lowered into the ground inside the coffin; I was happy, even in death. I felt a sort of comfort; I swear I felt a presence of an arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. It tugged at me and I knew instantly it was Harry.

He was telling me it was time to go, I smiled at where I knew he would be, said a silent goodbye to those I loved. Then in a breeze, we were gone forever.