The song I used is just so sweet! It's called "Think of Me" (of course) and it's from the Phantom of the Opera. I did edit some parts, though, otherwise it wouldn't have worked. I know it's sorta crappy, but it's my first. So appreciate it!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing except the plot.

Think of Me

Ginny walked through the graveyard, searching for the all too familiar gravestone.

Think of me,

think of me fondly

once we've said goodbye.

Why? Why did he have to leave me? We had so many things to do; so many new things to try!

Remember me,

once in a while,

please promise me you'll try.

Oh, I can't stop thinking about him. Will my life ever go on how it used to be?

Ginny stopped at a large gravestone, with a beautiful angel looking over it.

When you find,

that once again you long,

to move on now that you're free,

Ginny looked down at the engraving on the stone, which read "A wonderful friend and savior to us all."

If you ever find a moment,

spare a thought for me.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, and Ginny looked up to the sky; the clouds that had once covered the heavens were clear, and the sun shone through like hope in a sea of darkness and despair.

We never said

our love was evergreen,

or as unchanging as the sea,

but if you can still remember,

stop and think of me.

Ginny paused as she reminisced the days she had spent with him, those days where nothing could go wrong. She could almost hear him singing to her in his kind, luscious voice;

Think of all the things we've shared and seen;

Don't think about the way things might have been.

In a sweet, lulling tone, she sang back to her love,

"Think of me, think of me walking,

silent and resigned.

Imagine me, trying too hard to

put you from my mind.

Think of me, please say you'll think of me,

wherever else you choose to be.

There will never be

a day when

I don't think of you."

Ginny almost didn't notice the red-haired man coming down the rows of stones, coming to bring her home.

Long ago,

it seems so long ago,

how young and innocent we were.

You may not remember me,

but, I'll remember you.

Although her brother was getting closer, a gentle wind urged her on.

"Flowers fade,

the fruits of summer fade,

they have their season so do we.

But please promise me…"

Please promise me…

"That sometimes,

you will think of me."

You'll think of me,

I'll think of you,

I'll watch over you.

"C'mon, Gin, it's time to go. Everyone's waiting at home to…to celebrate." Ron said, his voice cracking.

"Of course; in honor of Harry defeating him. I will never stop thinking of him, you know that, Ron?"

"Yeah; I don't think any of us will."

"Let's go. He wouldn't like to see us sad, it would tear him apart."

Ron took her hand and led Ginny out of the graveyard, which stayed bright and sunny. A single tear rolled down her cheek as Ginny looked back to where her darling angel lay.

I love you…

"I love you too, Harry James Potter."