A/N: SPOILER for DH! This story is about Ginny's feelings when Voldemort comes to Hogwarts with a captured Harry... Please enjoy and REVIEW at the end!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter – But I do OWN this story

Rating: K+… just inspiring

Summary: Ginny's thoughts of her brother's death and Harry's…


Copyright©: DansAngel89; SLA Production; Stacey Lynne

Date Story Released: July 21, 2007

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The Last Fallen Hero

The second You-Know-Who announced Harry's death and forced Hagrid to place Harry's body in front of his majesty, I felt my heart rip open. Harry and I had secretly met before they left for the search of the horcruxes, and we gave each other a promise ring. As soon as we graduated, got married, and were making a significant income; we were to start a family together. Now Harry lay lifelessly in front of the bastard who killed him, trying to convince our world with lies that Harry died while trying to flee for his own life. Oh – God, with Tonks and Remus both dead and baby Teddy's Godfather now deceased, who would get custody of him? I will. I know Harry well enough and my parents knew Teddy's parents – I'm his best opportunity.

I can feel my body shaking as Voldemort continued his victory speech. Someone has their arms wrapped around me. I look up and to my surprise, it's George.

"We both lost somebody close to us today, Ginny."

My older brother's eyes are bloodshot. We just lost our dear brother, Fred, but it was toughest on George – he's Fred's twin for crying out loud.

"Together, we'll survive this," I tell him confidently; a few tears trickle down our cheeks.

Hermione is cuddled up in Ron's arms, grief-stricken at the loss of two brothers, really. Neville was the brave one, trying to stand up to Voldemort as the sorting hat engulfed into flames on top of his head. I noticed something moved in the corner of my eye.

I felt my heart begin to beat wildly. Harry was saving Neville from his torture. I dared not speak a world; because I wasn't positive I believed what I was seeing. But then I heard others shouting "Harry's alive!", and I felt complete once more. My Harry, my lover, was alive! Now, we could both raise Harry's Godson and eventually start a family of our own someday. I quickly glanced at George, his expression was unreadable.

"I'm glad you're alive, Harry." George stated in a flat tone.

"George, I'm so sorry about Fred. I can't even imagine what you're going through…"

"Just look after Ginny. The last thing I need is to lose another sibling."

"That's a promise."

My brother and boyfriend exchange words while I watch them. I love my family and I'll be damned if I lose another one before we even get the chance to live our own lives.