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Category: Post-DH/AB, Post-HBP Characters:None Genres: None Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 3 Summary: A songfic to When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne. Mostly Ginny's POV but some Harry because I just couldn't resist! Hitcount: Story Total: 5064 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. Author's Notes: I thought the song went well with the story but the lyrics may go along 100% with what I wrote. Just keep that in mind. And, as always, please read and review! |
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Ginny stared after Harry as he walked away from her. She was mad at him, furious that he thought of her as just a little girl that needed protecting, furious that he was going out to risk his life and just leave her behind, furious that he thought that by breaking her heart he would be protecting her. Bullshit! She would be just as safe as, perhaps even safer as Harry Potter’s girlfriend than just being his friend. She knew in the back of her mind that this would probably happen. It was too much of a dream come true being with Harry Potter, the boy she had loved since she was seven years old. She knew that he was too noble to let himself be happy while others were suffering. He was even more of a hero in that way. But still, they needed each other right now. Wasn’t Dumbledore always telling him to keep his loved ones close? But Dumbledore is dead so what he had to say doesn’t matter anymore, does it? She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling out. How could he do this to her or to himself for that matter? Didn’t their relationship mean anything to him? She looked over at the empty seat that Harry had just left. Right now all she wanted was to be in Harry’s arms and have him hold her tight while she cried. I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd Need you there when I cry And the days feel like years when I'm alone And the bed where you lie Is made up on your side When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? Harry felt horrible. Had he really just broken up with Ginny, the girl that made him happier than anything else had? He was so stupid. No, it needed to be done. She’d be in too much danger if they stayed together. It was better this way. But then why did it hurt so much? He felt more alone than ever. First his mentor and friend had died and now his girlfriend, his one true source of comfort, was no longer his. Ron and Hermione walked over to him. They had all been shaken over Dumbledore’s death. It was a tragic event. “Harry, are you okay?” asked Hermione carefully. Harry sighed. “Yeah, I’m all right, Hermione.” “Ginny’s crying over there,” she said. “I know,” said Harry. “Then why don’t you go over to her, mate?” asked Ron. “Because I’m the reason she’s crying.” “What do you mean?” asked Ron, confused. “I broke up with her, Ron.” Both Ron and Hermione stared at him, looks of utter shock on their faces. “Why?” demanded Ron. Harry could feel Ron’s temper rising. “Because I had to,” replied Harry simply. He didn’t feel like explaining his actions to Ron at the moment. “I still don’t see why,” said Ron, annoyed. Harry remained silent. He had nothing more to say to Ron. He wouldn’t blame the older brother for wanting to pound him into the dirt right now. He was such a prat. Harry looked down at his shoes, trying not to let the tears that were stinging his eyes fall. It was too late. A hot tear fell from his eye and landed on the shoe he was staring at. Apparently Hermione saw it because she went over and put her arm around Harry. “Why did you break up with my sister?” screamed an angry Ron. “Ron,” Hermione chided, but he was not going to be silenced. “Why did you break her heart, Harry?” he asked. Harry just looked up at him and his tear-filled green eyes met Ron’s blue ones. Ron’s voice softened when he saw his friend’s suffering. “Why’d you do it, mate?” “Because, it’s the only way to keep her safe,” Harry replied and then he dissolved into tears. *** Ginny stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Hermione were off doing prefect duty so that left just her, Neville, Luna, and Harry alone in the compartment. She was trying to avoid looking at Harry who was sitting across from her, looking out the same window. “Are you okay?” Neville asked Ginny. He’d obviously sensed some of the distress going on between the two teenagers. “Of course I am,” said Ginny, a little too quickly. Neville raised his eyebrows at her. “No you’re not, Ginny. Now, what’s going on?” Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was still staring out the window and acting as though he hadn’t heard any of them. “Neville, nothing’s wrong. Can you please drop it?” Ginny pleaded. She knew that Harry was uncomfortable and despite the fact that she was still upset with him, she didn’t want him to have to talk about his actions. She didn’t want to have to talk about them either. “Why won’t you tell us?” Neville persisted. “Because it doesn’t concern you,” said Ginny firmly. Why wouldn’t he shut up? “Then who does it concern?” Her eyes shifted automatically to Harry before she could stop them. Neville followed her gaze then turned to Harry. “Harry, what’s up?” “Nothing,” Harry lied, shifting in his seat once more. “Neville, there is nothing wrong! Can you please just leave it?” exclaimed Ginny. Neville ignored her. “Harry, I can tell that you’re upset. Is it about Dumbledore? I know you were close to him. Do you need to talk about it?” “I’m not upset over Dumbledore,” said Harry. “Then what are you upset about?” Harry sighed. Ginny knew that he would not be able to shake off Neville much longer. “It’s none of your business, Neville, okay?” He still wouldn’t look at Ginny. Neville looked ready to retort but before he could say anything Ginny burst out, “He’s upset because we broke up, okay, Neville?” She didn’t know what made her say it. Harry just looked so miserable while trying to avoid Neville’s questions and she felt as though this was the only way to get Neville to drop it. Harry looked at her directly for the first time since the funeral. He stared into her eyes and she saw the pain in them that was proving her words to be true. Neville was at a loss for words (finally). He stared from Ginny to Harry and back again. From the look in Harry’s eyes he got the hint to not say anything more. For the rest of the train ride home no one said anything and Ginny fought the tears that were welling up inside her eyes the whole way. *** When they arrived at King’s Cross Station Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny went over to greet Mrs. Weasley, who was waiting to pick them up. They exchanged quick hugs and farewells. When it would’ve been Harry’s turn to hug Ginny they just stared at each other. “Goodbye, Ginny,” said Harry, he tried to convey that his words had a double meaning. “See you, Harry,” she said. Harry looked at her a little longer then he turned around to go to his aunt and uncle. Harry got into the car and leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, using all of his will power not to start crying again in front of his relatives. “Boy!” barked Uncle Vernon. “I asked you a question!” “Sorry,” said Harry. “Could you repeat it again?” “Is this the last summer you’ll be staying at our house?” “Yes,” said Harry. “This is the last time.” He leaned his head back against the window and stared out of the glass at the road moving beneath them. “Oi!” shouted Uncle Vernon again. “Are you deaf, boy?” “What? Sorry. What did you say?” “Are you going to that freak school of yours next year?” “No, I’m done with school now. I’m not going back next year.” “Then why, may I ask, do you need to be at our house this summer? If you’re going to be on your own then why don’t you start now?” “Because Dumbledore wanted me to come back to Privet Drive one last time before I’m seventeen, remember? I won’t be there very long.” Harry waited another minute to see if his uncle had anything else to say to him, then stared back out the window. “Why aren’t you going back to school?” asked Dudley. “Because I’ve got more important stuff to do now,” replied Harry simply. Aunt Petunia gave a sarcastic sniff and Uncle Vernon said, “More important even than that good for nothing education they’re giving you?” “Yes,” said Harry. “And what might that be?” Harry remained silent for a moment then said, “Killing the most evil wizard on earth.” Uncle Vernon nearly crashed the car as he turned around in his seat and yelled, “How many times have a told you not to mention your abnormality in my presence?” “You asked me what was most important than my education,” said Harry, shrugging. It was typical for his uncle to show more reaction to Harry’s using the word wizard than him reveling that he was off to risk his life. The rest of the car ride was silent. Uncle Vernon was glaring out the windshield, Aunt Petunia’s jaw was set in a stony scowl, and Dudley kept shooting Harry dumbfounded looks as though he could not believe what his cousin had said. *** A few weeks into the summer Ginny was waiting with her mother for her brothers, father, and friends to return from their mission to bring Harry safely to the Burrow. She looked at her watch. Ron and Tonks were due to return in a minute’s time. She went out to the yard to meet them. Her mother joined her. They waited for a minute that felt like an hour. Finally, she saw the blue light that meant her brother and friend were coming home. But when the light vanished all that was left was a rusty oil can. Ron and Tonks had missed their Portkey. Her mum began to sob and she ran back into the house in hysteric tears. Ginny quickly followed her. “Mum, don’t worry. I’m sure they’re all right. They just got a late start or something. They’ll be here soon.” But in truth she was having a hard time believing the words she was saying. She was still worried about her brother. Five minutes her mother and she waited outside for Fred and her dad to return but when they saw only the old sneaker arrive without their family members Ginny couldn’t even bring herself to comfort her mother. They sat in worried silence in the kitchen. She forgot that Harry and Hagrid were to be arriving in two minutes time, so she was surprised to see a blue light flash across the walls. She looked out the window and saw two figures starting to stand up. “Mum, they’re here!” Ginny cried and ran outside to greet them. “Harry? You are the real Harry? What Happened? Where are the others?” asked her mum once they had reached Harry and Hagrid. Ginny stared into the face of Harry, her Harry. No matter what he said, she wasn’t going to stop thinking of him as being her Harry. He would always be her hero. Despite the look of fear that had formed on his face at her mother’s words he was still the bravest person she knew. She was grateful to hold his hand while they waited for the others to arrive, even if it was only for a few minutes. She didn’t feel guilty about taking advantage of his moment of weakness. If he was really going to leave her then she had to make the most of the time they had together. *** Harry’s seventeenth birthday was approaching. This was both a happy and sad event for Ginny. As much as she wanted to celebrate Harry’s birthday she was also dreading it for a few reasons. One being that it meant that he would only be at the Burrow another day or so after it because she knew he wanted to leave as soon as possible after Bill and Fleur’s wedding, which was only a day after Harry’s birthday. The other reason was that she had nothing to give him. When she confided this with Hermione she had said to give Harry something to remember her by but so far that wasn’t proving to be an easy task. But all the sudden the answer popped into her head, and it was so painfully obvious that she was surprised she hadn’t thought of it earlier. “Hermione, tomorrow I’m going top call Harry into my room so I can give him his birthday present. Do you think you can keep Ron busy for a while when that happens?” asked Ginny, the night before Harry birthday. “Um…yes I think I can. What are you going to give him?” “Something to remember me by, like you said,” said Ginny. Hermione gave her a shrewd look and at had an odd feeling that Hermione knew exactly what she was planning. “I’ll keep Ron out of our way then,” said Hermione. The next morning Ginny called Harry into her room as he, Ron, and Hermione were passing it on their way up the stairs. She shot Hermione a wink and she saw Hermione nod in return before she closed her bedroom door. She took a deep breath then said, “Happy seventeenth.” “Yeah…thanks,” he said awkwardly. He wouldn’t meet her gaze. He stared out her window and said, “Nice view.” “I couldn’t think what you get you,” she said, ignoring his previous comment. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” said Harry quickly. “I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.” He looked into her face then. This seemed to give her the strength to keep going. She took a step closer to him. “So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.” “I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest,” said Harry. “There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she said, and then she pressed her lips to his. She kissed him like she never had before. She put her whole heart in that kiss, savouring every last moment that she would have to be near him. She could feel him kissing her back. She wished this blissful forgetfulness could last forever. It was ended all too quickly when the door banged open behind them. It was Ron. “Oh,” he said pointedly. “Sorry.” “Ron!” said Hermione, just now appearing behind him, panting slightly. She shot Ginny a guilty look. There was an awkward silence. Ginny was furious at Ron for spoiling her one last moment with Harry. She could the tears stinging her eyelids. “Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry,” she said, then turned away form him so that he would see her crying. “I’ll see you later,” said Harry, and then he followed Ron and Hermione out of the room. Through her open bedroom window Ginny heard Ron yelling at Harry, “You ditched her. What are you doing now, messing her around?” “I’m not messing her around,” she heard Harry say. “Ron-” Hermione started but Ron cut her off. “She was really cut up when you ended it-” “So was I,” defended Harry. “You know why I stopped it, and it wasn’t because I wanted to.” “Yeah, but you go snogging her now and she’s just going to get her hopes up again-” “She’s not an idiot. She knows it can’t happen, she’s not expecting us to- to end up married, or-” It occurred to her then that that was exactly what she wanted: to spend forever with Harry. But, no, Harry had broken up with her. It was over between them, at least according to him. But she’d show him, she’d wait for him. No matter what Ron said, she would still be in love with Harry Potter. *** The next day, her brother’s wedding was marred only by the fact that she knew Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be leaving soon. Other than that it was a beautiful day. The ceremony went flawlessly and she was even enjoying the reception afterward. She danced with a few people, talked with friends, and tried not to think about what was going to happen once the celebrations were all over. Then, all of the sudden, a gleaming silver lynx appeared and the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt said in a loud, deep, voice, “The Ministry had fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.” All hell broke loose. People began running in every direction, trying to locate loved ones. Some began Disapparating. Cloaked masked figures began appearing in the garden. People screamed and ran. Ginny was shoved to the side as people rushed part her. Where was Harry? She saw him for a split second just as he and Hermione were meeting up with Ron. Then she saw Hermione turn on the spot and they were gone. And she knew that they weren’t coming back for a long time. *** Ginny was dreading September the first. For once she didn’t want to go to Hogwarts. For one thing, she knew that this year would be horrible with Snape as headmaster. Also they were to have two Death Eaters for teachers. Also, she knew she would be miserable without Harry, Ron, and Hermione there. The past few weeks without them had been torture. After they had left Death Eaters and Ministry employees had searched the Burrow top to bottom. They had interrogated everybody for hours. What with her family now having every move they made being monitored and getting no news from Harry, it was horrible. She went downstairs to help her mother with dinner. “Remus and Tonks are coming over tonight and so are Fred and George,” said her mum. Ginny beamed. She hadn’t seen Lupin and Tonks since the wedding. That night when they were all eating Lupin said that he had some news. “I saw Harry yesterday.” Ginny let her fork drop with a clatter onto her plate. She gaped open mouthed at Lupin. She could feel herself growing pale. “Is he okay?” asked Mrs. Weasley. “Oh, yes they’re all fine and safe,” said Lupin. “Where are they?” asked Ginny. “I…I can’t tell you Ginny. I’m sorry but I don’t think Harry would like it. They’re on a mission and they can’t be distracted right now.” “I’m not going to go after them I just need to know they’re all right!” cried Ginny. “They’re fine, Ginny. They’re at Grimauld Place. Pretend you don’t know that, okay? . Now do you want to know what Harry said?” Ginny nodded and then listened. “They had a run in with some Death Eaters once they left here.” “What? How did they find them?” asked Mr. Weasley. “I don’t know,” said Lupin, sadly. “Is that all they said?” asked Ginny “Well they confirmed that they are on a mission from Dumbledore but they wouldn’t tell me what it is,” said Lupin. “Oh, are you all really this thick?” cried Ginny, in an exasperated tone. “They are off risking their lives trying to kill You-Know-Who.” Then she ran from the room, crying. She ran up to her room and slammed the door behind her. She collapsed onto her bed then sobbed into her pillow. She heard a soft knock on her door. “Go away!” she cried. “Ginny it’s Tonks, can I come in?” “No!” she cried. “Well, I’m coming in anyway.” Tonks came in and sat on Ginny’s bed. “Ginny, you mustn’t be upset. Harry wouldn’t want you to be unhappy over this.” “And since when does Harry give a damn about my happiness?” asked Ginny. “Ginny! Listen to what you’re saying. We both know that Harry wants us all to be happy and safe.” “Well he’s sure not doing a very good job of it!” “Ginny!” “If he really wanted me to be happy then he wouldn’t have broken up with me and just in case you haven’t noticed, all our hands are still pointed to ‘mortal peril’.” “Wait, I missing something here. If Harry broke up with you than you two must’ve been dating, right?” Ginny sighed. “Yeah we did for a bit, but he broke up with me at Dumbledore’s funeral.” “I bet I know why.” “To keep me safe.” “Yep.” “And know he’s gone off to risk his life and he didn’t even say goodbye,” sobbed Ginny and then she was crying again. “Ginny,” said Tonks, soothingly. “It’ll be all right. He’ll be okay. They all will.” “You can’t know that, Tonks.” “I’m sure of it. I can just feel it.” “Are you sure that’s not just morning sickness?” Tonks laughed. “No, it’s not that. It’s a good feeling. I know they’ll be okay. They’re smart kids. They know how not to get killed.” “Let’s hope.” When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it OK I miss you *** Ginny was grateful to come home for the Christmas holidays. She needed to get away from Hogwarts. Everything there seemed to remind her in some way of Harry. In the common room there was the armchair that he always sat in, and that place where they had shared their fist kiss. And there was the Quidditch pitch that they had spent so much time together on when Harry had been her captain the previous year. And the special grove of trees by the lake they had found where they had spent many a sunny afternoon together during the month they had been dating. It seemed to her that she couldn’t go five minutes without seeing something that reminded her of him or hearing someone mention his name. Needless to say, she wasn’t having a very good term. What with the Carrows torturing her during detentions that she received from doing Dumbledore’s Army stuff with Neville and Luna and talking out in class, everyone asking her where Harry was so that she was forced to tell them that she didn’t know, and staying up half the night, every night worrying about Harry, Ron, and Hermione, she was having a horrible time. Then on the way home Luna was snatched off the train by a couple of Death Eaters. Ginny could only imagine what they would do to her. She excused herself to go to bed early once she got home. She didn’t really feel like talking to her mum at the moment. She woke up in the middle of the night, freezing. She got up to see if there were any other blankets, but couldn’t find any in her room. She couldn’t find any. She slipped out into the hallway and walked up the stairs to Fred and George’s room to steal a blanket from one of their empty beds. She was surprise to see that Fred and George were in their beds, fast asleep. They must’ve come over after she had gone to bed. She continued her way upstairs to Bill and Charlie’s old room but found that Lupin and Tonks were in it. She went up to Percy’s room. She felt a bit odd taking a blanket from there but she was running up of options. To her disbelief she found that bed occupied by Kingsley Shacklebolt. What was he doing here? Kingsley didn’t usually stay long after dinner but he was here tonight. Ginny sighed and racked her brains as to where another blanket might be. She realized that there was only one last hope: Ron’s room. The ghoul was sleeping in Ron’s bed, posing as her brother with spattergroit. Maybe he didn’t have all the blankets on him. She opened the door of Ron’s room and saw the ghoul asleep on Ron’s bed. He was snoring too, just like Ron. But he was a poor substitute for her laughing, smart-ass brother. The room was as messy as it had been the day of the wedding. There were still some of Ron’s clothes on the floor. She picked a few things up in an effort to tidy up a bit. She looked down at the garments she had in her hands: an old sweatshirt of Ron’s and (she felt her heart drop to her stomach) one of Harry’s T-shirts. She stared at the shirt for a moment then hugged it closely to her. It still smelled like him. That smell of polish for a broomstick handle and soap and fresh air that she had come to associate as the smell of Harry was still on the shirt. She breathed into it deeply then took off the pyjama top she was wearing and pulled the T-shirt on. Even though it wasn’t as warm as the pyjama shirt that she had been wearing, she suddenly felt warm. She felt as though she had a bit of Harry with her, also as though she was with him. She knew that made no sense but still she felt closer to him than she had been in months. In these months where all she could go was think of him, and worry about him, and wish he’d come home, and she could barely eat and couldn’t sleep, feeling near him felt good. I've never felt this way before Everything that I do Reminds me of you And the clothes you left They lie on the floor And they smell just like you I love the things that you do When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? *** Harry was sitting outside the tent one evening on a snowy night one evening sometime after Christmas. The past few weeks had been especially hard with the absence of Ron and the incident at Godric’s Hollow. He fingered Hermione’s wand and his heart ached as he wished for his old one to be fixed. He took out his Marauder’s Map and decided to stare at Ginny’s dot for a while in her dormitory. He didn’t know what the date was but he figured that she should most likely be back at Hogwarts by now. Sure enough, he saw her dot in the Gryffindor common room near Neville. They were sitting in the chairs closet to the fire. He longed to be sitting there wish her, snuggled in the same armchair, they way they had last year when they had been dating. Right now he wouldn’t even mind if Ron were there too, yelling at them every time they tried to sneak a kiss. He heard Hermione coming out the tent door behind him and he quickly stashed the map out of site, under his jacket. “Hey,” he said softly. “Hi,” she replied. She looked as though as had been crying again. “It’s my turn for the watch,” she said, sitting down beside him. “Is it all right if I just stay out here a little while with you?” he asked. Her sudden appearance made him not want to be alone. “Of course,” said Hermione. She rested her head against Harry’s shoulder and he rested his head on the top of hers. “I can’t wait for this all to be over,” he said. She squeezed his hand. “I know. I can’t wait either.” “What do we do, Hermione? I have no idea what’s next. We’re just wandering around aimlessly. We’re not accomplishing anything.” “We’re trying to find the sword, Harry. Once we have that we’ll be able to get rid of the Horcrux. Speaking of which, it’s my turn to wear that too.” He took off the locket containing a bit of Voldemort’s soul and handed it to her. She put it on then stuck it down the front of her jumper the way she always did, as though protecting it from being taken away by Harry. “We’ve looked everywhere we could think of for the sword but we still can’t find it,” said Harry. “We mustn’t loose faith, Harry,” said Hermione. “We’ll get through this, you’ll see.” Harry stared off into the forest and thought again of Ginny and Neville in the common room. He missed them, and Luna, and the Weasleys, especially Ron, and Lupin, Tonks and the rest of the Order members, and even his teachers at Hogwarts. And he missed Dumbledore, Sirius, and his parents too. “I miss them,” he said. “I know,” said Hermione, though she probably didn’t know whom he was talking about. She took his hand again. “I miss her,” said Harry, before he could stop himself. Hermione squeezed his hand in hers. “I know you do, Harry. I miss her to, and the rest of them. I want to see them again so much. I…I miss my parents too,” she said. Tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” said Harry, putting is arm around her. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” “I’ve been doing it anyway,” said Hermione. “Yeah…I know,” said Harry. “It’s just…hard,” said Hermione. “I knew this would be difficult but I never knew it would be like this. I thought it would be like it was at first when we were so busy with planning that we wouldn’t have time to miss anyone. I thought it would be hard physically I guess. I never guessed that you could hurt so much without having any pain.” She dissolved into tears and Harry stroked her back soothingly until her crying subsided. “I’m s-sorry,” she said. “I’m making this harder for you by crying.” “No you’re not,” said Harry. “I rather have you crying all day then not have you here at all. Hermione, thank you, I don’t know what I’d do without you here.” “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else while this is going on, Harry. I’ll stay be your side no matter what,” said Hermione fiercely, sitting up and staring into his face. Harry was momentarily stunned by this extreme show of loyalty she was displaying but then he said, “Thank you, Hermione. That means more to me than you could imagine.” “I know of another person who would say that to you if they were here.” “Who?” “Ginny.” Harry sucked in his breath. He turned away from Hermione. He didn’t want her to see him with tears in his eyes. “It’s okay to miss her, Harry,” said Hermione gently. “Remember how you said that you didn’t think it would hurt this much?” said Harry. “Well, I didn’t think so either, but it does.” When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it OK I miss you *** She saw him, dead in Hagrid’s arms. “Harry! HARRY!” she cried. But he did not answer her. He was dead. Her Harry, her hero, was dead and he was never coming back. The reality of this hit her with such force that she was at a loss for breath. She could feel the tears falling into her open mouth, choking her, but she couldn’t wipe them away. She took a gasping breath then began to wail, hardly caring about what else was going around her. Ron pulled her into a hug but she pushed away from him. He, being stronger than her, held her close to him. She fought his embraced punching him in the chest and stomach, begging him to let her go but he didn’t. She didn’t want Ron to be the one hugging her. She wanted Harry. She wanted her Harry to hold her and tell her it would be all right. She needed him. But he was gone. Finally, she gave up resisting and sobbed into Ron’s chest, all the while saying, “He’s gone. He’s dead. Harry’s dead. No! Harry. HARRY!” She stopped her crying and pulled away from Ron. This time he let her go. She was furious at Voldemort. That piece of scrum that took her Harry away from her. She would show him. She would get rid of him or die trying. She would do it for Harry. She looked into the face of the…thing, for she could surely not call him a man, that had killed Harry. He was saying now how Harry had died while running away, trying to save himself. Rubbish. She didn’t really listen to what he was saying but stared at Lord Voldemort, glaring at him with as much contempt as she could muster. He was going to pay. He had killed her Harry, her hero. And now he was never coming back. She blinked again to keep from crying. She couldn’t think about that now. Right now she had to focus, so she could help kill the piece of slime that was standing over Harry’s body. Then she saw him appear. He was standing there, ready to fight, and defeat Voldemort. Harry, her Harry, was alive. And he was angry. She had never seen such a look of hatred or anger ever on Harry’s face and she had seen him get pretty upset before. He said something to Voldemort and the pair of them circled each other while Harry kept talking. She tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but the intensity of the atmosphere around her made it hard to focus. All she could think was He’s alive; he’s alive! Then Voldemort shouted and so did Harry there were two jets of light, one green and one red, they collided in the middle the rebounded. And Lord Voldemort lay dead on the ground and Harry caught his wand. There was a split second where everyone was frozen and then there was a great roar and everyone ran toward Harry, hugging and shouting and laughing and crying. She joined the crowd and ran towards Harry. She managed to fling her arms around him briefly but was forced to let go much too soon because of the crowd. He had done it. He had won. He was even more of a hero now. He had saved them all. He turned to Ginny and nodded at her as though saying that even though he couldn’t talk to her just then, he would later. He knew that she needed him and he would make everything all right. He was her Harry and he was amazing. We were made for each other Out here forever I know we were Yeah, yeah All I ever wanted was for you to know Everything I do I give my heart and soul I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me Yeah When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear will always get me through the day And make it OK I miss you |
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