-1Here's some drabble that's been floating about in my head…
Summary- When Harry is carried out of the forbidden forest, Ginny realizes that the love of her life is dead.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
Ginny Weasley had felt pain before. She'd spent five years loving a boy who saw her as a sister, and nothing more. Only months after finally winning his heart, she was left alone, while he went out to save the world. She'd been forced to wonder and worry for months, without any word from him.
But no pain could compare to this.
As she looked at the limp form laying in Hagrid's arms, her whole world came to a stop. The giant man was holding the body of her Harry. She heard a scream rip through the courtyard, and quickly realized the horrifying sound was coming from her. She couldn't stop wailing as she looked at lips she must have kissed a hundred times, and hands that she would never hold again.
In his life, Harry Potter had gone by many titles. He had been the boy who lived, a liar, the chosen one, and so many more things… but to Ginny, he was something even deeper. He was the love of her life.
And he was dead.
