Harry Potter lay in bed, staring up at the deep red curtains of his four-poster bed. The wind blew softly through the window, as the moon cast a soft glow across the young wizard's face.

His facial features were hard, upon knowing what he was destined to do in only a few hours time. Voldemort was to attack that night, and he, Harry, was to kill him.

He sighed softly, rolling over to look at the picture on his night stand. The love of his life, Ginny Weasley smiled at him from her wooden picture frame. Smiling almost sadly, Harry watched as his picture-self wrapped his arms around her waist.

I wish you were here now Gin . . .

In his worry for Ginny's safety, Harry had sent her against all her protests to stay at the Burrow until the battle was over. He would never be able to forgive himself if something was to happen to her.

Minutes turned into hours as Harry's chest rose and fell in the darkness. He only moved when his best mate Ron walked slowly into the room.

"Its time mate." Ron's voice was hollow . . . dead sounding. The final battle had arrived.

Harry nodded silently, sliding up into a sitting position on the bed. His hands bore thick leather gloves while his chest held a shiny plate of armor. The most important of all however, was the ruby studded sword hanging on his belt.

Ron bore similar items, his face carved into a determined look. He watched as Harry's gaze lingered on the framed picture. "You're going to beat him Harry . . . I know you will. She'll be waiting for you at the end."

Harry swallowed, taking Ron's outstretched hand. "Thanks mate. I just hope everyone will be okay when I reach the end."

As Ron and Harry strode out the door, Harry paused in the doorway. Taking one last look at Ginny and himself in the picture, Harry whispered the last words before stepping out into battle.

"I love you Ginny. Always have, always will until death do us part." With that, Harry his gripped his sword, welcoming Voldemort to the battle.

Come and get me Tom. I'm ready.

The battle was long and fierce. Many death eaters were captured or killed while the Aurors and ministry members swept the grounds. Hermione was the one who single handedly caught Lucius Malfoy. Ron caught twelve death eaters, killing the eight that stood in his way.

The best and most legendary dual of all, was between Harry and Voldemort as they blasted spells of each other. Harry ducked and rolled as multiple spells were sent at him at a time. Unfortunately, as Harry was yelling crucio, a lone death eater behind him shot out a single curse.

Harry collapsed, not five feet away from Voldemort. He only sputtered, spitting out mouthfuls of blood on the ground, unable to move. Voldemort smiled venomously. "Say hello to your parents for me Harry. Avada Kedavra!"

Turning his head, Harry saw a flash of Green heading his way, a figure dart out in front of him, then seeing it fall to the ground. A hand of silver glinted up at Harry from under the black robes.

Wormtail.

Voldemort paused for a second, staring at the man lying between them. He was clearly dead. Harry on the other hand, mustered up his last bit of strength, one thought on his mind.

"Heeeeeaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Gryffindor's sword was plunged deep into the dark sorcerer's heart, black blood pouring all over Harry's hands. A look of pure shock covered Voldemort's face as he and Harry fell face down into the dirt.

The world is safe for you now Ginny. We won.

A smile played on Harry's lips before he fell into unconsciousness.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw Ron and Hermione looking down at him concerned. Both contained minor injuries but were smiling ear to ear.

"You did it mate. Voldemort's dead. We won."

Hermione and Ron both helped Harry up, letting him lean onto their shoulders. They were limping back to the castle when Tonks appeared in front of them, a look of sorrow on her face.

"Wha-whats wrong Tonks? What's happened?"

Tonks blinked, tears leaving tracks down her filthy face. "I'm really, really sorry. We've only just got word, but . . . there was nothing we could do to help her."

"Help who," Ron was asking desperately, but Harry already knew. It was only when Tonks told them that he lost it completely.

"Gi-Ginny . . . She was attacked at the Burrow. Draco Malfoy did it . . .The Aurors guarding her were killed. She was found in the rubble of the house."

Ron and Hermione let go of Harry who slid silently to the floor. Hermione started crying on Ron's shoulder, who's eyes too were filled with tears. "What happened to her?"

Tonks looked down at Harry, who's face was in his hands, oblivious to the world around him. "She's been put into a coma . . . They're not really sure if she's going to wake up. I'm sorry."

"I'll kill him . . .I"LL KILL HIM!" Harry's voice echoed throughout the battle grounds, his face murderous. He tried to fight back as Ron pulled him up into a standing position again.

Harry stopped, turning back to Tonks, his eyes blazing. "Where is he!"

She bit her lip, tears still streaming down her face. "He committed suicide. He too was found in the rubble."

Harry's world started to spin around him. He gagged, vomiting into the grass, blacking out as Ron held him up.

Merlin, let me die . . .

This time when Harry awoke, he was in the white room that was ST. Mungo's hospital. At first he couldn't remember why he was there, and then it came to him. Ginny was in a coma. The Healers didn't know if she'd ever wake up. His eyes filled with angry and guilt ridded tears, as he leaned back against the pillows.

I should never have made her go to the Burrow. I should have let her stay here.

Harry whipped away the tears viciously, feeling the need to vomit once again. The door opened slowly, and Hermione walked into the room, sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Harry . . . don't be blaming yourself for what happened to Ginny."

"Why shouldn't I be? She wanted to stay at Hogwarts! She would have stayed at Hogwarts if I didn't interfere! I said she had to go to the Burrow . . and then Malfoy attacked her."

Hermione watched sadly as Harry pulled his knees into his chest and stared at the wall in front of them. They both sat silently until Harry spoke up once again, this time in a more calm manner.

"I want to see her Hermione. I'm not going to let anyone say no to me."

All Hermione could do was nod solemnly.

She took his bandaged hand, helping him up and onto the floor. The two of them walked silently down the halls of healers, Harry looking at his feet.

When they reached the door, Hermione held Harry back. "Are you sure you don't want to wait a bit? She only just got in a few hours ago. Maybe just until the healers are able to clean her properly or . . ."

She trailed of as a Harry glared at her. Biting her lip, Hermione opened the door, leaving Harry to rush the best he could to Ginny's side.

Just one look was enough to make Harry fall to her side, head on her stomach. Ginny's arms were covered in small cuts and bruises that had not been bothered to be healed. Thick bandages were here and there while her face was frozen and a ghostly pale. There was still dried blood in her hair and dirt on her face.

Gin . . . what have I done to you?

Hermione stood uncomfortably in the doorway, watching until a hand was placed on her forearm. It was Ron.

"It just isn't fair," she whispered, her eyes leaving the site before them. "If anyone deserved a wife and kids, a family . . . it was him. But they took that away too."

Ron sighed heavily, steering Hermione out of the doorway to leave Harry alone with his sister. "I know Hermione. Things just happen sometimes, y'know? And Ginny might wake up . . . the healers didn't say she never would."

"But Ron, the Healers said that the chances of that happening are . . ."

But Ron covered her mouth with his hand. "No. Don't tell me. I'll be happier believing that there is a chance that she might wake up, no matter how small. For Harry's sake."

Finished, Ron covered her mouth with his briefly, stepped back, and left the room. Hermione sat down in a nearby chair, her fingers touching where Ron had kissed her. He was right. Ginny could wake up . . . the hard part was getting Harry to move on until then.