Ginny loved Harry, and had forever. He hadn't seen it until her fifth year, his sixth. Their love was undying. She had missed him so much when he was gone. She had cried for days, letting out her emotions instead of keeping them in like she always did. Harry was her love. They were perfect. He was hers, perfect. They were meant to be. She would never let him go. Never. She didn't think she would be able to survive him leaving...