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Chapter 1

Ginny Weasley (a sixth year at Hogwarts) sat in the Gryffindor common room,
with tears in her eyes. Where had she gone wrong? Yesterday they were fine.
She had never felt more in love. And she knew that he loved her back. So
what had happened? Had he just woken up this morning and decided that he
didn't love her? Why couldn't he be with her anymore? Ginny's thoughts went
back to a few hours ago.
Harry had asked to meet her by the lake so that he could tell her
something. She had practically skipped there, such was the good mood she
was in. There were lots of others around, enjoying their free time.
When she got there, Harry ( who was gazing out on the lake, deep in
thought) didn't even notice her until she kissed him softly on the lips.
"Hey, " said Harry waking out of his funk, "I need to talk to you about
something." He held her hand and walked her over to a spot which was fairly
deserted. "First things first. I need to do this."
He pushed Ginny's fiery red hair behind her ear, and cupped her face in his
hands. He brought her face closer and closer until finally their lips
touched. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny, deepening the kiss. Then, he
broke away suddenly.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny asked, concerned.
"I'm breaking up with you." He turned towards the lake. Ginny sat down with
a bump. That was not what she had expected.
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"I'm breaking up with you." He said defiantly. "It's just not working out."
"But I ….." Ginny looked at him hopelessly.
"I'll see you later. I've got to go. " He turned back towards the castle
and started walking away.
"Harry! Wait!" She ran after him and caught him by the shoulder, forcing
him to turn round. "But I don't understand. I thought you loved me."
Harry's face wavered. "Well, I….uh… I don't."
"Tell me."
"What?"
Ginny stood in front of Harry with tears forming in her eyes. They hadn't
fallen yet.
"Tell me you don't love me!"
Harry looked out at the lake, and closed his eyes. He opened them and the
same defiant look that she had fallen in love with, was back on his face.
"I don't love you!"
Ginny gasped and the tears fell. She turned and ran up to the castle not
bothering to stop whenever anyone asked her what was wrong. She didn't stop
running until she was safely in the common room and in her favourite chair.
The tears just kept falling and falling though. They would be there for a
long time.

Chapter 2

Harry sat by the lake, thinking what he had just done. Oh god! He thought I
just made Ginny cry. I made the one person I care about more than anyone
else, cry! He hit himself round the head. He looked out at the lake again
and thought some more. It's for the best. This way she won't get hurt. I
don't want her to get hurt. She's safer this way.

It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do
To look you in the eye, and tell you I don't love you
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie
To show no emotion when you start to cry
I can't let you see what you mean to me
When my hands are tied and my heart's not free,
We're not meant to be
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do
To turn around and walk away, pretending I don't love you…..

Harry wrung his hands, trying to convince himself that he had made the
right decision. Ron's words came back to him. If you hurt her, I swear I'll
hurt you back ten times more. Well Harry wasn't sure if he had stopped her
getting hurt. Her face when he lied to her, Harry knew that he had hurt her
then.
He didn't mean any of it of course. He loved her. He loved her with all his
heart. Which was why he had broken up with her. Because everyone that he
had ever loved had been taken away from him.
If he hadn't had that dream, then he might not have done it. But the dream
was so terrible that he had to make sure it never happened.

Harry was in a black mist. He couldn't see anything. He could just hear
Ginny calling out to him. He ran towards where the voice seemed to be
coming from, when suddenly he heard a scream. Ginny! He thought he raced
towards the sound but when he got there all he saw was Voldemort! Then he
noticed, lying at Voldemort's feet….. "Ginny!" He rushed to her and laid
his hand on her cheek. "She's dead, Harry. Dead!" said Voldemort. Then, as
Harry knelt there, stroking Ginny's lifeless face, Voldemort started to
laugh. And he laughed and laughed…….

That's when Harry woke up. He shuddered, as he sat there next to the lake,
remembering the dream. "Yes" He thought "Ginny is safer this way. I can't
let the dream happen. And if we're not a couple, then Voldemort wouldn't be
able to hurt her." Harry stood up and brushing the tears from his eyes
walked solemnly back to the castle.

Professor Dumbledore sat in his office thinking. There were not many things
that happened at Hogwarts that he didn't know about, and the romance
between Harry and Ginny was certainly not a secret to him. There were very
few romances at Hogwarts that lasted, but Dumbledore would bet his wand arm
that they stayed together. He was, of course, very upset when he saw the
scene by the lake.
Something very unusual had happened though. Not that life at Hogwarts was
ever normal. A lot of the kids seemed to be taking after the Weasley twins
so you never knew what to expect (Dumbledore couldn't wait till the end of
the year - that was when the best trick happened). But what had occurred by
the lake was unusual even by Hogwarts standards.
Dumbledore was sure that he had seen a ball of white light pass from Harry
to Ginny, during their kiss. How and why, he couldn't tell, but he knew
that with all things magical, it would reveal itself eventually.
"Magic is a very mysterious thing." He murmured to himself quietly.

Chapter 3

Ginny lay in her bed, looking at a picture of her and Harry, with tears
still falling from her eyes. So far she had avoided most of her friends but
with some it was impossible. Her four roommates were trying to console her
but they couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"Come on Ginny. Just tell us what's wrong." said her friend Rachel in a
calm soothing voice, "We can only help you if you tell us what's the
matter."
"Go get Hermione. " whispered another of Ginny's friends, Daphne. They all
knew that Ginny and Hermione were very close, almost like sisters, and if
Ginny was going to tell anyone it would be her.
One of the girls left the room and returned a few minutes later, with
Hermione just behind her. At the sight of Ginny, with tears in her eyes,
she rushed over, and wrapped her in a sisterly hug.
"Oh Gin, what's that idiot done now?" she asked. Ginny burst into a new
wave of tears and Hermione looked at Rachel and Daphne, bewildered.
"We'll be downstairs." Rachel said edging out of the room.
"Good luck." Daphne added as she and the other two girls left the room too.
Hermione looked back at Ginny who was gazing at the photo longingly.
"So are you gonna tell me what happened?" she asked, getting into a
comfortable position. Ginny nodded her head. They were going to be there
for a while.

Harry looked up from his book to see Hermione come down from the girl's
dormitory. She did not look happy. She sat down next to Ron and looked at
Harry hard. He avoided her gaze and returned to read about famous quidditch
victories. Ron greeted her with a kiss then turned back to do the homework
he was working on. There was a tense pause. Hermione interrupted the
silence.
"Why, Harry, that's all I want to know. Why?"
"Why what?" he replied stonily.
"You know what. Why did you do it?"
"What are you two talking about?" asked Ron.
"I'm not going to tell you why." sulked Harry, ignoring his best friend.
"Why not?" Hermione glared at him.
"It's none of your business."
"Huh? What's none of her business?" Ron said, getting annoyed.
"Nothing." Harry said hastily. He hurried up to his room before Hermione
could interrogate him any more. Safely on his bed, with the curtains
closed, he breathed a sigh of relief. He reached a hand under his pillow
and pulled out a picture of Ginny. The picture blew a kiss at him and
blushed. Harry sighed again.
"It's for the best!" he repeated, trying to reassure himself. He flopped
down and his face fell in his pillow. "For the best!"

Chapter 4

"Harry? Are you awake?" Ron asked as he entered the room.
"Yeah." Came the unhappy reply. Ron walked over and lay down on his bed. He
took a couple of deep breaths and stared at the hangings.
"You know, I'm having great difficulty trying to stop myself from hitting
you." Ron commented.
"Hermione told you then?"
"No, actually. Lavender did. Hermione stalked off to the girl's dorm just
after you. Probably to comfort Ginny some more!" Ron spat out the words and
Harry winced in his private hovel.
"How did Lavender find out?" he asked.
"I dunno. What I do want to know is why you broke up with her. I mean, you
two never argued, never fought. So why? Or were you just playing with her,
leading her on?"
"Ron! C'mon! You know I would never do that!" Harry said angrily.
"Then why? You must have a reason, so tell me before I end up hitting you."
"You'll hit me anyway." Harry murmured.
"What?" Ron asked,
"Nothing!" Harry interrupted "Anyway, I don't really want to talk about
it."
"Fine!" Ron sulked "You know, maybe you didn't love her, but I thought that
you at least cared about her enough to not ruin her life!"
"Ruin her life? Not love her? Ron, those are about as far from the truth as
possible!" Harry yelled as he threw back the curtains. "I love that girl
more than Quidditch, magic, and my firebolt put together. There's only one
thing I want more than her, and that's to see my parents again. I love your
little sister more than anything!"
"Then why break up with her? Why cause her so much pain?" The two best
friends eyed each other, cautiously. They were both red in the face, and
Harry's eyes were all blotchy due to him crying. Harry took a deep breath
and tried calmly to explain to his friend, his actions.
"Because if you haven't noticed, I seem to have a certain enemy that takes
away everything I love and care for. My parents were killed before I can
remember, my godfather is a fugitive because of him, and the whole of my
world, my friends and everyone I know is afraid of him. I don't want Ginny
to get hurt because of me. She's the best-looking girl in the entire
school. She's bound to find someone else. And although it will hurt me like
hell, I'd prefer it to be like that rather than to live with the knowledge
that the girl I loved had died because of me." Harry looked at Ron
defiantly. "So you see, Ron, I'm not leading her on. I'm trying to protect
her. It's for the best!"
Ron looked at his friend with a burst of pride. "And I thought that I was
being an over-protective brother. Talk about over-protective boyfriend!"
"I was just doing what's best." Harry conceded, feeling empty at his sudden
confession. "You of all people should understand it."
"I didn't at first. Thanks mate!" Ron slapped his pal on the back.
"For what?"
"Helping me to understand. Now the only problem is how we tell Hermione."
"We don't." Ron looked at Harry in shock. "If we tell her she'll only go
and tell Ginny. If Ginny knows, it might put her in even more danger. And I
won't let anything happen to her." Harry hit his fist against his bedside
cabinet.
"Fine." Said Ron adamantly "I won't tell Hermione anything."

Chapter 5

The next few weeks were particularly hard for everyone. Hermione wasn't
talking to either Ron or Harry, as neither one would tell her Harry's
reasons for the break-up. Ginny was very subdued and was often found in her
room. Both Harry and Ron felt guilty, Harry for causing the problem in the
first place, and Ron, because he had to decide whether to side with his
best friend , or side with his sister and his girlfriend.
The rest of the Gryffindor house was feeling just as tense. For the seventh
years, the NEWT's were just weeks away. Hermione was always found in the
library. Also the was the up coming game between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Whoever won this match, won the cup. It was making a lot of the younger
players nervous. However it did keep Harry's mind off things as he was the
captain and in charge of organising practices.
One evening Harry was having trouble sleeping. He just kept having the same
dream again and again. Every time he closed his eyes to try and get back to
sleep, he saw the image of Ginny, lying there in front of him, lifeless.
His eyes would open immediately, and it would take him another five minutes
just to convince himself to try again.
After one final attempt to get to sleep, Harry threw himself out of bed and
stumbled downstairs to the common room. He directed himself to a chair near
to the fire but before he sat down, he realised someone else was already
occupying the seat.
"Ginny?" Ginny lifted her head to see Harry gazing at her. "What are you
doing down here?" She blushed, then shrugged her shoulders.
"I couldn't sleep. Too many things on my mind. It's happened a lot
recently. What about you?"
"Bad dream. Thought I'd come down here and do a bit of revision."
"Where are they?" Ginny asked.
"Where's what?"
"Your books?" She looked down at his empty hands and smiled a small smile.
She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and the fire lit up her
brown eyes. Harry noticed they looked sad and distant compared to the way
they usually looked. That's because of me. Harry thought.
"Umm, I left them upstairs." He grinned feebly at Ginny. She laughed
quietly.
"Only you would forget something like that!" she mocked.
"Hey! You just laughed! You haven't laughed for a week! Finally! It seems
so quiet around here without you smiling and laughing." Harry sat down
opposite her and grinned. Ginny looked down at her feet.
"Yeah. You have that effect on me." Immediately, Harry felt guilty. Ginny
looked up and blushed. "So….. what was your dream about? We've just started
studying them in divination and it isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
We're even allowed to fall asleep in class!"
"Well it wasn't really a dream. It's more like something that might
happen."
"So it's a vision?" Ginny asked, pleased to be able to talk with Harry
again. He seemed to be avoiding her recently and she missed him dearly. It
wasn't just the relationship she missed, it was the friendship too. She
missed the way they talked about utter nonsense, and sat and did homework
together. She missed everything about him. And she knew he missed her too.
She knew like the way that you know about a good melon.
"Well, no. I mean, I hope not. It's not very pleasant." He shuddered
involuntarily. Ginny looked at him, wondering.
"Well, what happened? Maybe if you tell me enough I can analyse it."
"Are you sure?" Ginny nodded her head. "OK, Voldemort was there, and so
was….." He paused, unsure as to whether he should tell her that she was
there.
"Go on." Ginny pressed.
"You. You were there." Ginny looked a little startled then gestured for
Harry to continue. "You were lying on the floor, and Voldemort was standing
above you laughing. I couldn't get to you and then ….."
"Then what Harry? What happened?"
"You died." The effect took a while to hit Ginny. She gasped. Then she
looked at Harry in horror.
"Harry, how long have you been having these dreams? Why didn't you tell
anyone?" She moved forward in her chair and bit her lip. This made Harry
uneasy. Ginny only bit her lip when she was really worried or upset.
"About a month. I didn't want to worry anyone. Anyway, they might think I
was crazy. Dreaming about Voldemort, and you getting hurt. They'd think I
was sick, or twisted." He sent Ginny an apologetic smile but she didn't see
it. She was too busy, thinking.
"Harry, is that why you broke up with me? Because you thought I was going
to get hurt? Is that the reason?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed. Ginny sent him a look that clearly said do not lie
to me.
"Yes," he sighed "but Ginny, you understand my reasons, don't you?"
"Oh Harry!" She walked over to him and gave him a tight hug. "You don't
need to protect me. I'm a big girl. I can look after myself." She gave him
a long kiss and snuggled herself in his arms. "I've missed you so much."
"Ginny, we not getting back together!" Harry stated. "I've missed you too
but we're not a couple again."
"What? Why not?"
"Because I don't want you getting hurt. I'm not putting you in danger."
Ginny stood up and put her hands on her hips. Her red hair seemed on fire
and she had a defiant look in her eyes.
"But I've been in danger before. I've met Voldemort and survived. And
anyway, you hurt me more when you broke up with me, than all the curses
Voldemort can use put together."
"Ginny, you don't understand. He killed my parents, made my godfather
become a fugitive for godsake! He takes everything I love away from me!"
"And you are doing the exact same thing! By pushing me away, you're leaving
yourself vulnerable. You can't defeat him on your own, Harry. You need your
friends around you. We all want to help, but you won't let us. You're
throwing away your only weapon."
"Oh, and what's that?" Harry said.
"Love, Harry! Love! Dumbledore himself said it. If there's one thing
Voldemort doesn't understand, it's love. That's the best weapon we have."
"I'm not letting you get hurt." Harry sulked stubbornly.
"Fine, Harry. Push me away. Push everyone away. We'll still love you. You
can't stop loving someone. I know! I've tried!" She turned around and
started towards the stairs.
"Ginny, wait!" She turned around and saw Harry looking back at her, sadly.
"I'm sorry!"
"Me too, Harry!" She turned back and walked up the stairs. She turned out
of view, and burst in to tears. "Me too."

I know that we'll meet again
Fate has a place and time
So you can get on with your life
I've got to be cruel to be kind
Like Dr Zhivago
All my love I'll be sending
But you will never know
Cos there can be no happy ending

In the common room Harry was sitting looking at the fire. Slowly he wiped
the tears from his eyes and walked up his stairs, back to bed.

Chapter 6

When Harry woke up the next morning, he realised two things. The first was
that he had hurt Ginny yet again. Why he had disclosed the information
about the dream to her he didn't know, but now he had to worry about what
Ginny might try and do.
He knew that she would try and prove to Harry that she didn't need to be
protected. He was afraid that she might get herself hurt by doing something
stupid. Harry felt lost and at a dead end. Either way, Ginny would get
hurt, and it would be all his fault.
The second thing that he realised was that the quidditch match he had been
worrying about for the past two weeks was today. He was going to be playing
Quidditch on almost zero sleep. Augh! Harry rolled over and buried his face
in his pillow.
"Harry! Harry! Get up you great lump!" Ron yelled, throwing one of Harry's
trainers in a gap between the curtains. It hit Harry in the face. He sat up
immediately. "C'mon! The Quidditch match is today. The team's getting
worried. The younger ones are starting to think that Malfoy's abducted
you."
Harry pulled the curtains back and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
" Like he'd manage it." He snorted. "Okay, I'm up. Can you go tell them
that I'm alive and I'll be down in a minute. Oh, and can you check that
they've all had breakfast?"
"Sure, but you'd better hurry and get ready. There's a bit of toast on my
bed" Ron called as he went downstairs to do what Harry asked.
Harry looked around the room. He felt awful. He put on his robes and went
to wash his face. When he came back, he grabbed the slice of toast on Ron's
bed as he put on his shoes. His eyes fell on a bunch of red roses, that
were also lying on Ron's bed. A small box was wrapped up next to them.
"Hey," Harry said to Ron as he walked in, "What are those for?"
"Well, it's kind of mine and Hermione's 6 month anniversary today, so I
thought that I should give her a present. You know, to get her talking to
me again. Hopefully giving her this, might distract her enough, so I won't
have to mention anything about Ginny."
"She probably already knows." Harry commented glumly, as he took his
firebolt out of his trunk. "I told Ginny last night."
"What?! How did that happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ron asked.
"I went down into the common room last night, because I couldn't sleep, and
she was down there too. We started talking, and somehow I told her
everything. So now she's going to be putting herself in danger, just to
prove to me that she doesn't need protecting." Harry slammed the lid of his
trunk shut and started walking down to the common room. Ron grabbed the
presents and followed him, still asking questions.
"Why did you tell her? Couldn't you just avoid the subject?"
"What? With Ginny? Come on Ron, she's always been able to twist me around
her little finger. And you know how she always gets straight to the point,
as quickly as possible. Avoiding a subject with her, is like avoiding
Malfoy. He just keeps coming back."
"True…. So that means I don't have to keep it a secret anymore? And
Hermione won't have to ignore me anymore?" He looked at Harry, grinning.
"No, Hermione doesn't have any excuse to ignore you." Harry gave a feeble
grin to his friend as he walked into the common room. He felt extremely
guilty. If today was Hermione and Ron's anniversary, then it meant that it
was also his and Ginny's.
He could remember when in his sixth year, he and Ginny arrived back at the
castle after their first date, to tell Ron and Hermione that they were a
couple, only to find that Ron and Hermione (after years of bickering) were
now a couple too.
His eyes glanced across the room and he saw, to his disappointment,
Hermione dragging Ginny over to where they were standing. He started to
move away, when Ron grabbed his arm and held him to his spot. The two girls
landed in front of him, Ginny looking as anxious to get away as he did.
"Harry, Ginny's told me everything, and I forgive you for being such a
prat. You were just doing what you thought was right, even if it was
completely wrong. You, however," Hermione pointed at Ron "have no excuse."
"Umm, Harry asked me not to tell anyone, so I didn't. He is my best friend,
after all." He looked guiltily down at the floor.
"And I'm your girlfriend! I think you'll have to do a lot of grovelling
till you're back in my good books." She looked at him snootily.
"I thought I would, so……" Ron revealed the flowers and box from behind his
back, and said cheerily "Happy 6 month anniversary!" Hermione gasped. She
took the flowers and box, and looked at them, astounded. She looked back at
Ron.
"Oh Ron, they're beautiful. And you remembered!" She flung her arms around
Ron's neck and gave him a kiss.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He asked sheepishly.
"Yes, you are forgiven." Hermione grinned at him. He smirked at her.
"Then can you take the roses away from my back. They have thorns in."
Hermione hit him with the roses and turned to show Ginny.
"They're beautiful." said Ginny softly, "I wish I had some." She looked
meanfully at Harry, but he looked away.
"Umm, I should go check on the team. I'll see you guys after the match." He
said, trying to get away.
"Okay, good luck with the match." Hermione called as her and Ron went to
find a corner to make up properly. Ginny's gaze followed Harry across the
room until he sat down behind a chair to talk to Colin Creevey, the goal
keeper.
"Don't worry, Gin," said Rachel, coming up behind her, "He'll see sense
soon. He's just a typical bloke. An idiot."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed "but he was my idiot."

Chapter 7

Harry strode on to the Quidditch pitch to be greeted by cheers from ¾ of
the stadium. His eyes glanced across the crowd and he saw sitting near the
top, Ron, Hermione and Neville. Ginny and two of her friends were sitting
in the row in front of them.
He turned his attention back to the pitch. Standing in front of him was
Draco Malfoy. Harry sent him a look of hatred. Malfoy returned the gesture.
Madam Hooch ordered them to shake hands.
"So, Potter ready to be flattened?" Malfoy sneered in a drawl.
"Not if you are planning on a repeat performance after last time." Harry
replied. He could hear his team-mates sniggering behind him. Last time the
two teams had met, Gryffindor had flattened Sytherin by scoring 70 points
in the first 15 minutes, and then Harry catching the snitch, after it had
been hovering behind Malfoy. It was the best victory Harry could remember.
"Very funny," said Malfoy, squeezing Harry's hand tight, "How's your
girlfriend? Oh I forgot, you've had enough of weasels, haven't you?"
Harry tightened his grip and Malfoy winced. "Get stuffed, Malfoy!" He said
as he released his grip. Madam Hooch seemed oblivious to the conversation
that had just past before her.
"Players, mount your brooms!" she called. The whistle blew and they were
off.
Soon Gryffindor were in the lead 150 points to 60.
Harry tried hard to focus on the game and find the snitch, but he could
sense something was wrong. He had just turned his broomstick round towards
the forest when he saw something glittering. But it wasn't gold. It was a
ball of red light and it was coming his way. As it came nearer, it got
bigger. Below him the game stopped, all the players turning to stare at the
light.
As it got closer and closer, Harry felt his scar begin to burn. He looked
towards the light and knew what it was. Voldemort!

Chapter 8

Ginny sat in the stands watching the ball of red light coming towards the
pitch. Somehow she knew that whatever that ball was, wasn't good. She
looked towards Harry and saw him clap his hand over his forehead. No, his
scar! If Harry's scar was hurting that could only mean one thing.
Voldemort!
Oh no, Harry! Voldemort was going to get him. Harry would try to battle
with him! Ginny stood up and started running down the stands towards were
all the players were landing. She had to help him. Harry was going to get
himself killed. There was no way that he could take on Voldemort all by
himself.
She rushed out into the field, to where Madam Hooch was ordering all the
players to gather. Ginny looked around the huddle of people in a mixture of
red and green robes, but nowhere could she see a head of messy black hair.
She turned to scan the area behind her, and then saw standing in the middle
of the pitch, Harry.
Ginny ran towards him. She was within 50 metres of him when she heard a
huge voice echo around the stadium. "Cassei Surroundus!" Suddenly, a wall
of energy shot up behind her. She jumped.
"There!" bellowed the voice "Now I can't be interrupted." Ginny looked out
to the other side of the wall, and saw Dumbledore reach for his wand.
"On the other hand, I'd better be sure" the voice contemplated "Petrificus
Totalus!" In an instant, everyone in the stadium was wrapped tight in a
full body bind. Inside the wall of energy though, Ginny and Harry were
unaffected.
"Ginny!" Harry had just noticed that she was standing next to him. "What
are you doing here? You have to get away! Voldemort's coming."
"Harry, I'm not leaving you. I'm going to help you!"
"No, Ginny, you have to go. Before he gets you. " He pushed her towards the
wall, but she resisted.
"Harry, I'm staying." As she spoke those words, a storm began to form
inside the prison of energy. Ginny knew that Voldemort was going to come to
them, but in the corner of her mind she still thought it was impossible
that he could be back. However, she thought, this is the same part of my
brain that told me Harry wasn't interested in me when we first started
going out.
Harry looked at her face of determination and realised that there was
nothing he could do to move her to safety. She was going to stay there
whether Harry wanted her to or not.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He asked her softly, looking into her big
brown eyes.
"Because I love you." she replied.
"Aww! How touching. You love each other. Pity you're going to die!" laughed
Voldemort. He emerged from the storm, tall and scaly. Harry pulled Ginny
towards him.
"Ginny, stay behind me." He ordered. If she was going to stay, she was at
least going to be protected.
"My, this sounds familiar. Your father said the same thing to your mother
the night they died!" Voldemort commented, "I think I'll change a few
things this time. Don't want to seem unoriginal. I'll kill the girl first."
He waved his wand and Ginny was lifted to his side.
Harry reached for his wand, but found it wasn't there. He looked up and saw
Voldemort twiddling it in his fingers. "Sorry, Harry but last time our
wands battled, mine came off rather badly. I'm afraid I can't let you have
this back."
Voldemort reached out and grabbed Ginny by the arm. He looked her up and
down, almost questionably. "I must say Harry, she really is a beauty. And
she's feisty too. Are you not afraid of me, girl?"
Ginny looked at him and laughed. "No, I'm not. Because I know you're not
really called Lord Voldemort. You're Tom Riddle. And you're half muggle!
You're the one thing you hate most."
"You dare call me by the name of my worthless Father! Hah! I'll make you
pay! I think I will have some fun before killing you. And it would be nice
if Harry was forced to watch." Voldemort waved his wand towards Harry and
he went rigid. Voldemort turned his attention back to Ginny "There! Now for
you! Crucio!"
Ginny curled with pain. Harry strained to get to her but Voldemort's spell
was too powerful. Seeing Harry's struggle, Voldemort increased the amount
of pain to Ginny. Eventually, Ginny collapsed on the floor, pain aching
from every cell in her body. Voldemort released Harry from his hold and
Harry rushed to Ginny's side.
He stroked her face and kissed her forehead. "Ginny?" He whispered "Can you
hear me? Speak to me, Ginny?"
"Oh dear, Harry. She appears to be dead. I'm terribly sorry. I forgot to
tell you that the amount of pain she just received was enough to kill
someone. My. You are unlucky. That's the third person to die because they
love you."
The taunt about his parents rang loud in his ears, but he was too concerned
about Ginny to do anything. Harry sat there, stroking Ginny's face while
Voldemort stood above him laughing.
The one thing he could think of, was the dream and how it was coming true.
He had failed in protecting her. He had failed.
Ginny's eyes opened, and she pushed herself up. Harry smiled, despite the
circumstances. Ginny smiled back, and then started to cough.
"How can she be alive? She should be dead!" screamed Voldemort in a fury.
"No matter, she die soon enough. I'll kill the boy first instead." He
raised his wand up high and Harry was lifted from his girlfriend's side.
Then without warning, he was dropped. Voldemort gasped for air.
"He must have worn himself out!" Harry mused, out loud.
"Worn out or not, I can still kill you!" he yelled, lifting his wand high.
The next bit seemed to happen in slow motion for Ginny. She saw Voldemort
raise his wand, and she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to use the killing
curse. Gathering together all her strength, she stood up and jumped in
front of Harry, just as Voldemort bellowed "Avada Kedarva!" There was a
burst of green light and then…. Ginny fell limp in front of Harry. Her last
sight was of someone she loved.
Harry gasped and dropped to his knees, cradling Ginny in his arms. A single
tear fell out of his eyes. It landed on Ginny's cheek and trickled down to
the ground.

Chapter 9

Then, a white light burst from Ginny's body. Harry moved back in surprise.
Ginny's body was levitated into the air, and after another burst of white
light, she was transformed from her ordinary school robes to a long white
gown, encrusted with diamonds. It had golden straps, that seemed to be made
of light itself, and above her head, hung an oval of golden light. She
looked like…..
"…..An angel!" Harry said, "She looks like an angel!"
"Even angels have to die sooner or later!" laughed Voldemort. He was trying
to appear unafraid, but Harry could see that he was shaking. Then Ginny
spoke.
"Tom Riddle, you have caused pain and suffering to thousands and now their
souls have demanded revenge. You have killed babies who have yet to live a
full life, and you have killed elders who have little life left in them to
fight!"
Her voice floated to everyone in the stadium, and although she was almost
whispering, everyone heard her as if they were standing right next to her.
To everyone else, it was a calm serene voice, but to Voldemort it was the
harshest voice he had ever heard.
"And you have tried many times to destroy the most precious and vital thing
this world has ever known. Love. Without love the world would stop turning.
For wizards, they would be unable to use magic, and for those you call
muggles, everything they base as scientific, would cease to exist.
"And for this boy," Ginny gestured at Harry, "Not only have you killed his
parents, both who died out of love for him, but you are trying to kill the
one thing he loves most."
"Many demand revenge. But revenge is a cruel, cowardly way. What is needed
is justice! In the name of Love, and all the poor souls, whose life you
have wrecked, ASHA VAHISHTA!" Ginny raised her hands above her head, and a
dazzling ball of white light gathered in her hands. Then she directed her
hands at Voldemort, and the white light shot him right in the heart.
There was a loud scream and then silence. All that was left of Voldemort
was his robes and his wand. The same wand that had killed Harry's parents.
Harry walked over and picked it up. He looked towards the angelic image of
his girlfriend, and he swore that he saw her wink at him.
He gathered courage, and then with one last look at Ginny, he snapped the
wand. There was a rush of wind, and then, everyone in the stadium was free
of the spells that had been cast. The wall of energy that was surrounding
Ginny and Harry fell, but Harry was too busy looking at what was happening
around him to notice.
Ghosts were whizzing past him up towards the skies, very quickly. Harry
recognised some from Harry's fourth year, when the images had allowed him
time to escape. They were the ghosts of all the people Voldemort had
mercilessly murdered. He looked at the hundreds of images as they passed
him. Then he saw the image he wanted to see most. His father.
James Potter floated towards the heavens then stopped and turned towards
Ginny. He offered a hand towards her, and the image of Harry's mum, Lily
Potter, stepped out of her. Lily bent her head towards Ginny and whispered
something into her ear. Ginny nodded.
Then the spirits of Harry's parents left the earth for good. Harry and
Ginny both gazed up at the sky until the images were out of sight.

Chapter 10

There was hardly time to breathe before all the magic that was surrounding
Ginny began to seep out. As the crowds rushes forward to congratulate the
two, Harry had to rush to his girlfriend before she hit the ground. Luckily
he had his broom with him.
He caught her in mid air, and then gently glided his firebolt to the
ground. A small circle gathered around the two, but Harry was oblivious to
this. Ron and Hermione pushed themselves through the crowd to see Harry
cradling Ginny in his arms. Her skin was pale and her hair seemed to look
almost grey. Ron's first thought was that she was dead.
Her eyes were very much alive though. They still regained some of Lily
Potter's green eyes, and the intensity of the battle that had just past was
still wild in her eyes.
"Ginny!" Harry said lovingly. She started to reply but then collapsed,
unconscious.
Within minutes she was being rushed to the hospital wing on a stretcher. At
first, Madam Pomfrey was insistent that Ginny must not be accompanied by
anyone except herself, but when it became obvious that Harry was not going
to leave her side for one second, she gave in and let him walk with her to
the hospital wing.
Harry stayed at Ginny's side for over a week, although his injuries were
treated within a day. He left only to sleep, and eat, but he was always
back within an hour. She was showing little signs of recovery but Harry
insisted to anyone that asked that she would be fine by the time term
finished.
Soon there were only three weeks left before the end of term. Ron and
Ginny's parents were there to see how Ginny was getting on. Harry's NEWTs
(which Hermione had forced him to attend) had just finished, and he, Ron
and Hermione rushed to the hospital wing straight after. When they arrived
they saw Molly and Arthur Weasley coming out with Professor Dumbledore,
looking very downcast.
"There's been no signs of recovery." Said Dumbledore apologetically.
"You've done your best, Professor," comforted Ron's dad, "We appreciate all
that you and Poppy have done for us." His wife stayed quiet.
"What's happening?" Ron asked rushing up to his parents.
"We've decided that since Ginny isn't getting any better, we're going to…."

"No!" Harry interrupted before Arthur could finish his sentence. "She is
going to get better! I know she is." He burst in to the hospital wing
before anyone could stop him, and rushed to his beloved's bed. The others
started to follow, but Dumbledore motioned for them to stop.
"Let him have a few minutes alone. He has been through a lot." Harry didn't
hear the rest because he was concentrating on Ginny.
He stroked her hair from her face, and tears fell from his eyes. He held
her hand in his, and let all the emotions he had experienced over the past
few weeks flow out.
"Ginny, please wake up. I need you to wake up." He sobbed "I know that
you're going to get better, you have to. I need you Ginny. Those weeks we
spent apart were the worst weeks of my life. If I could go back, and change
it, I would. I only did it to try and stop this happening. It's all my
fault. I was only trying to protect you. You would probably try and tell me
that it's not my fault, but it is. Oh Ginny, I can't live my life without
you. And now they're thinking of… of… Ginny you have to get better.
Otherwise, life just isn't worth living."
He stared at her peaceful face and a huge grief came over him. He sat there
for a while just gazing at her. Then he could face it no longer. He bent
over and gave her a final kiss on the lips.
"I love you Ginny!" He turned to leave but for the second time in a number
of weeks, a burst of white light burst from her heart. Ginny's parent's
rushed in, closely followed by Ron Hermione and Professor Dumbledore. They
all stared, amazed at what was happening before them.
The white light enveloped all of them, and for a brief moment, they saw
what the white light was. His face was like a flame, yet they could see it
clearly, every feature defined. His dress was whiter than the purest snow,
and his wings were of gold. Each feather was a mixture of colours , which
all together, shone as bright as the sun. He also had golden hair, flowing
all around him, and he was carrying a harp, from which, he played the
sweetest music any had ever heard.
Everyone in the room immediately felt calm, and serene. It was as if the
angel (for that's what the light was) had taken all worries away from them.
Harry experienced him for the longest. Just before the light faded, and the
angel left, he whispered in Harry's ear softly.
"Harry, this girl has sacrificed herself out of love for you. And because
your parents also did, the Powers That Be have decided that you should have
this girl delivered back to you.
"It was your parents dying wish, for you to find someone you love, and live
a full life with them. You have shown that this girl is your one true love.
She shall be restored to how she was before Samuel entangled himself in
human affairs. Zadkiel and Raphael have restored things to how they should
be, although only this child will be returned. The Powers That Be have been
balanced. I can return to my position."
The angel started to fade, but Harry called him back.
"Wait, I want to thank you, but I don't know your name."
"All you need to know," the angel replied, smiling, "is Sandalphon."
And with that he faded into nothingness. Harry barely had time to dwell on
this before he noticed a change in Ginny. Her skin was returning to it's
normal colour, and her eyelids were flicking.
Then to everyone in the room's joy and amazement, Ginny's eyes opened. They
gazed across the room, first Harry, then the others, and back to Harry
again. She smiled weakly and said: "Am I in heaven?"
Molly Weasley ran to her daughter, tears streaming down her face. Arthur
followed and they both wrapped their only daughter in a hug. They were soon
joined by Hermione and Ron, and finally Harry. Ginny allowed her family and
friends a chance to confirm that she was alive, but then she started
complaining about needing air. Her companions backed away sheepishly.
"So…..what happened?" she asked sweetly.

Chapter 11

It was the last weekend before term ended, before Ginny was finally allowed
out of the hospital wing. Although health-wise Ginny was fine from the day
she awoke, Madam Pomfrey insisted she be kept in, just in case. She had
managed to pass all her exams by requesting that the teachers test her in
the hospital wing. Unfortunately Snape's could not take place in the
hospital wing, but he had said that as soon as she was allowed out, she was
to report to his room. And much to his dismay, she passed with flying
colours (this might have something to do with the fact that Harry and
Hermione had helped her to study, during her period in the hospital wing).
Soon she was relaxing by the side of the lake with Harry. They seemed to
have settled their problems automatically, and quickly returned to the way
their relationship was. They didn't need to talk about it because they each
knew that the other understood. They could instead enjoy each other's
company, and just be two young people in love.
Even better, Harry was going to spend a few more days with Ginny. He was
going to stay at the Weasley's house for a week, while Sirius got ready for
Harry to move in. Sirius knew that Harry wouldn't stay there often,
especially as Ron and Harry had talked about buying a flat together, but he
still wanted Harry to have somewhere he could call home.
"Harry," Ginny asked as she lay in his arms. "What are you going to do when
you leave school? It's only a few days away. You have thought about it,
haven't you?"
"Of course, but it kind of depends on you." He replied.
"What do you mean?" she sat up and looked at him questioningly.
"Well I was thinking of being an auror. I've had offers to play quidditch
but my dad was an auror, and with all the experience with Voldemort I think
I might be pretty good. Thing is, what do you think about it?"
"Do what ever you want to do, Harry. It's your life." Ginny smiled at him,
warmly.
"But I don't want it to be my life. I want it to be our life. I mean, if my
wife doesn't want me to be an auror then life might get a bit difficult."
"Your wife? Harry, you're not proposing are you? Because I think I might be
a bit too young to marry. And anyway, I'm still in school, and I will be
for another year."
"I know. It's going to be the hardest year of my life." Harry complained.
"Don't worry, I wasn't proposing. I will do someday, but right now I think
I'm too young to get married. It's just planning ahead. And I do want to
spend the rest of my life with you Gin, so I want to make sure that you'll
be okay with it."
"Of course I am, Harry. And I want you to know that I want a job too. When
I leave school and we get married, I'm not going to sit at home like some
dull housewife. I plan on having a career."
"I never thought otherwise." He grinned. "Right, that settles it. I'm going
to become an auror. Oh, that means another two years with your brother.
He's becoming an auror too. I guess the trio won't ever get split up."
"It's going to have to expand. You can't leave me out, you know. And you
have to come and see me on Hogsmeade weekends. I can't go a whole year
without seeing you. And you must promise to write to me at least once a
week." Ginny ordered, tears forming in her eyes at the thought of not
seeing Harry everyday.
"I'll write at least once a day!" he promised, kissing her on the lips.
"Harry, you know at the battle?" Ginny asked dreamily. "when your mum left
my body. Do you want to know what she told me?"
"What?" he asked softly. He tried to hide his excitement but then
remembered that he was with Ginny. "I've been wanting to know."
"She told me to make sure you got married to the right girl."
"Oh, and who's that?" He grinned.
"If you don't know that by now, then you really do need to stop hanging
round with Ron." Ginny giggled as she gazed out at the lake. "Oh and she
said to hit Sirius for her, next time you see him. Apparently he played a
joke on her, and she never had a chance to get him back."
"I must honour my parents wishes." He said nobly, before bursting into a
fit of giggles. Calming down, he gazed up to the sky "It's nice to know
that they're together up there."
"And we're together down here." Ginny said.
"Yes, together forever." He said before kissing her.

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