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It was late afternoon; Voldemort had fallen less than twelve hours ago. But still Ginny could not seem to feel happy. She was in so much grief over the loss of her brother and friends that she almost felt numb. Every breath she took in felt like a knife going in her chest and her eyes burned from all the tears she had shed. Earlier that day she had found herself being drawn to the lake, she now sat on a boulder at its edge. Everyone that had fought was now asleep on the orders of Madam Pomfrey. But she had managed to give her the slip by coming out to the lake. She didn't want to sleep, nor did she think she could. She just stared at the cool water with a heavy gaze. She was replaying the events of the morning over and over in her head.

Bellatrix Killing Tonks, Dolohov Killing Lupin, George draped over Fred's body. Tears slowly dripped from her eyes and slipped down her nose. She remembered Voldemort's horrible snake like voice.

"My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished."

She remembered walking out and seeing Harry's body lying in Hagrid's arms, apparently dead. The moment her eyes, fell on his body, she felt as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs. Her world felt like it was falling down around her. The cry of anguish she let out was almost not audible.

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds. Killed while trying to save himself-"

At these words she became angry, hot blood poured through her veins, she could feel it pounding in her temples. Everything started moving in slow motion and was a blur. She remembered Neville charging Voldemort and then all hell breaking loose. The next moment she was in a duel with Bellatrix, battling as hard as she could. All she could see when she was swiping her wand through the air was Harry's body, limp and lifeless. She was thinking at the time that she would never look again in too those deep green eyes. She would never feel the warmth of his breath on her neck or the feel of his lips on hers. Tears stung her eyes, as she remembered that she had never told him that she loved him, nor would she ever be able to or she would never again hear his laughter. She saw a streak of green and the next thing she knew she was being pushed aside by her mother.


The next thing she remembered was Bellatrix falling at her mother's hand and then, Harry appearing out of thin air.


She stepped back, not believing it. She wondered if her mind was playing a cruel trick on her until she heard him speak.

"I don't want anyone else to try to help. It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

She watched in fear as Voldemort and Harry circled each other. She was holding her breath, praying that he would be alright, her hero, her savior. Then the Great Hall was filled with a bright orange glow. She closed her eyes and it felt as if her heart stopped, she knew they were about to duel. Then there was a loud bang that caused her eyes to reopen and all she could see were golden flames and streaks of green and red. Then she saw Voldemort fall and Harry catching his wand. A second later screams of joy filled the Hall and then her legs moved of their own accord. They were taking her straight to her hearts greatest desire; she reached him right after Ron and Hermione. She threw her arms around him and in that one second embrace, she took in the feel of him, his smell and most important his gaze. Then she was wiped away by the others trying to get to him.

And now here she was sitting alone, lost in her thoughts and her grief. She wiped a tear from her eye as she slowly got up. She looked at the lake one more time before she turned around, and then she froze. Looking at her from twenty feet away was Harry. He just stood there, mesmerized by the sight of her. They stayed like that for a full minute, just staring, drinking in each other sight. And then at the exact moment they stepped forward and closed in the gap. They threw their arms around each other and just held on for dear life, hoping that this moment would never end. Finally Ginny could not take it anymore and collapsed in his arms. Harry caught her and brought her gently to the ground still clinging to her.

"I-I thought you w-were d-dead." she cried.

She just let go and poured out a year's worth of heart ache and emotions. Harry gently put her head on his chest and stroked her hair. "I'm here." He whispered. "It's over."

He could not help himself, tears swelled up in his own eyes. He could not take seeing Ginny, in this much pain. He did the only thing he wanted to do; he just rocked her while she cried on his chest. After several minutes her cries turn to sobs and she slowly lifted her head and looked in his eyes. He reached up and cupped her cheek,

"Ginny, I love you."

She closed her swollen eyes, turned her face in his hand and kissed his palm. Then she looked back in to his emerald green eyes and said.

"I love you too."

Harry leaned his head and touched his forehead to hers. Just letting it all soak in. Ginny reached up and put her hand over his heart; just feeling it beat in rhythm with hers. Then she lifted her head and touched her lips to his. She felt the fire and passion driving the movement of his lips. This kiss was different from every other kiss they had shared; this was not one of lust, but one that was driven by true love. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him even closer, he responded by putting his around the small of her back. They kissed for several minutes, pouring in as much love as they could muster. Finally they broke apart gasping for breath. Ginny leaned forward and buried her head once again in his chest. She started to feel her body going limp, as sleep was starting to take her over. She managed to say.

"Harry, don't leave me again"

Before she fell in to a gentle slumber. He put his lips to her ear and said.

"I'll never leave you again, I promise."

He smiled, pulled her up in his arms and stood up. He carried her back to the castle and in to the Great Hall. Everyone froze when they saw her in his arms. But he just shook his head and mouthed.

"She's asleep."

He placed her on a cot and covered her with a blanket. Her whole family and Hermione stood around them. Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead, and entwined her hand with his own. He sat there and waited for her to awake keeping his promise that he would never leave her again.