A very different (but interesting) twist to the 7th book. What happens when Harry saves Ginny from a killing curse, and she finds out he's going to let Voldemort kill him? Told from Ginny's point of view, because it's just so much easier for me to write from the girl's point of view.

"And now you die." Bellatrix sneered, raising her wand and firing a bright green light at my face. Panic raced through me. My legs weren't working. I couldn't move.

And suddenly I was knocked to the ground.

My first thought was that I was dead. But then I was aware of the dirt in my face, the heavy arm over me, and the jagged breathing near my ear.

"Why didn't you move?" the voice rasped.

My heart beat a little faster as I bent my head backwards to see Harry's dirt-smudged face staring back at me in horror.

"I panicked." I replied, trying to sit up.

"Stop." Harry said, pushing me back down.

"I'm fine." I snapped.

"I know that, but you're going to knock the cloak off." At his reply I looked up to see the shiny fabric over my head.

"Oh…wait, why were you under this thing anyway?"

He was silent, and helped me get to my feet.

Then it hit me.

"Harry, you're not going to turn yourself over to Voldemort, are you?" I asked in shock.

He hesitated. "No."

But I didn't believe him. "You can't turn yourself in! We're all depending on you." My voice cracked, and I turned red, embarrassed.

He turned solemn. "I don't want to talk about this right now."

Screams erupted from the castle.

"Now, you are going back to the castle." He ordered, and ushered me into the hall.

"No Harry." I struggled to get out of his grip around my waist. He pushed me to the side as a curse flew past us.

"Yes." He hissed.

The hallway was now empty, and he pulled the cloak off of us.

"Goodbye Ginny." He said softly, and threw the cloak back on himself. Tears began to slide down my cheeks as his footsteps faded down the corridor.

I tried to follow him. I watched his footprints in the dirt, and the path of cursed death eaters he'd taken down. I tried to stay out of sight, and it was my best guess that he hadn't noticed me because of all the commotion.

He entered the forest, and I sank into the brush off the path he was taking.

Harry slid the cloak off and tucked it under his shirt. I saw his face stained with tears that were now long gone. Now his features were hard as rock.

I followed as he began to walk again, and then I could hear voices.

"He's not here yet! Shouldn't we just call off the battle and find him?" I heard Bellatrix ask.

But before anyone could say a word, Harry took a deep breath and stepped into the clearing.

"Here I am."

My eyes widened in shock, as Hagrid yelled, "No Harry!"

But Harry ignored him.

And then it all happened very fast.

My brain shut down. I could see people's lips moving, but all I could hear was my heart pumping faster.

"Avada Kadavera!"

Those two fatal words broke me out of my trance. Harry made not move to dodge or block the curse, as he very well could have. The green light hit him in the chest, and he teetered and fell on his face. Dead.

"No!" I heard myself gasp. And then the scene in front of me froze.

They had heard me.

Tears still falling heavily and blinding me, I whipped around and began to stumble back toward the castle. But the Death Eaters were too fast for me. A heavy hand fell on my shoulders and began to pull me back to the clearing. I screamed, but a dirty hand clamped over my mouth to silence me. I couldn't help but gag. I could feel my usual courage floating away as I squirmed helplessly in the grip of the tall, cloaked man.

"Ginny!" Hagrid gasped as they pulled me toward Voldemort.

"Ahh, a friend of Harry's, then. Well, little girl, how do you feel now that your brave hero is dead?" a wicked grin stretched across his leathery face.

I fought back the new tears and refused to answer. But as the confirming words hit me, I could feel them rip my insides apart.

"Not talking, then?" he sneered.

"Should I kill her?" asked the Death Eater, tightening his grip on me. I flinched.

"No. Not yet. I think we should wait until we're in front of all her little friends." He turned and pointed to Harry with his wand.

"Crucio!" He bellowed mercilessly, and Harry's limp body flew into the air and began to dance.

It was hideously cruel, and I couldn't bear to watch it for another second.

"Stop that!" I screamed through sobs. "Stop it!"

Voldemort spun around, his concentration breaking. Harry fell to the ground in a limp heap.

"I would kill you now if I didn't want your friends to suffer through it too, you filthy little blood traitor." He growled. "I'm waiting only because their screams will make it all the more satisfying." A smirk stretched across his tight face.

Panic surged through me again as Voldemort ordered for Harry's body to be retrieved by Hagrid. We were leaving, and soon I would die. Nobody had a chance in saving me, and we all knew it…

Hagrid sobbed as he gingerly picked Harry up and followed the Death Eaters unwillingly into the forest.

I began to think on the bright side of things. At least I would be with Harry, and I was okay with dying if I could be with him.

The Death Eater that was holding me in place suddenly shoved me forward, his arms still tight around my wrists. We followed Hagrid, bringing up the rear as we advanced toward the school. As we trudged along, everything began to sink in.

I was going to die.

And so was everyone else, since nobody but Dumbledore and Harry had ever had a fighting chance against Voldemort and both were now gone.

Everything was just going to go downhill from here, and the wizarding world would be destroyed.

I didn't listen as Voldemort's voice boomed over the yard, and suddenly the fighting ceased. I hadn't even realized we'd arrived.

"Ginny!" I heard a few people yell, but I didn't care who it was. My eyes ached from crying and my head was swimming.

"HARRY!" Screams and sobs erupted from the crowd and I closed my eyes.

Everything is less painful when you can see nothing. At least for me, it is. Everything is less painful when it seems like no one is watching…

Voldemort's voice continued to boom strange, foreign words I could barely apprehend. And then someone seized me by the hair and dragged me forward. My eyes flew open in fright.

I saw my mother watching me fearfully, and Ron looked about ready to faint. They were the only two that caught my eye before the Death Eater yanked my hair again and asked in a greedy voice, "Now, Master?"

Voldemort nodded, and fear overwhelmed me entirely now.

And then everything happened very quickly.

There were several bangs from the crowd, and then there were screams. The grip on my hair loosened, and then, everything was silenced with a yell from McGonagall.

"WHERE'S HARRY?"

Everyone looked in shock to Hagrid, whose arms were empty.

"Stupefy!" a familiar voice yelled, and my hair was released as the Death Eater behind me tumbled to the ground.

There was a swooping noise and a silvery cloth suddenly obscured my vision as I was pushed forward into a run. Someone was breathing heavily behind me, but I didn't get a chance to confirm my suspicion before I was pushed into the crowd…

To Not Be Continued…