Ginny was ninety-three years old. She wasn't stupid, she may not have been as smart as her late friend Hermione, but she wasn't dumb. She knew she didn't have much time left. She had outlived all of her brothers and their wives. She had outlived her friends and her parents. She had outlived Harry by one year. He was ninety-three when he died too.
She walked in her house for the last time and shakily pulled out a chair at the dining table. Before she could fully sit, she fell and hit her head on the floor.
She opened her eyes and felt much more energetic than she had in years. She was sixteen again. She was at Hogwarts in the Battle Field where they now kept all the names of the people from the war. She was dead. A thick, condensed fog hung in the air. It smelt nice there.
"Ginny," someone said.
She turned and saw a gorgeous, green eyed, seventeen year old Harry standing there. Glasses less and scar less but still her Harry. He kissed her and she closed her eyes.
"Harry," she shivered.
"Do I get to see them again? Everyone?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, they're waiting for you," Harry said.
"I missed them. I missed you."
"I missed you too," Harry smiled down at her.
"Can we go see them?"
"Yes."
Together, they walked towards the front doors of Hogwarts. Truly peaceful.