Make It In Time

Naturally, I'd like to point out that I do have the pleasure of saying that I created Harry Potter and the journey he and his companions go on. However, I am lying. The honor goes to Rowling.

Chapter One: Defeat - May 2, 1998

"Ginny! Ginny, you have to listen to me!" Harry yelled throwing things inside the bag, things she was not paying attention to. Everything was happening so fast. She was searching his face, attempting to force him to meet her eyes by some sort of magical telepathic force they evidently did not share. He kept working on filling the bag.

"Harry, what's going on? Where are Ron and Hermione and everyone? What's happening?" She clutched at him so hard it felt almost as if he wasn't really there.

They were alone inside of the Room of Requirement and below the Battle of Hogwarts was winding, the Death Eaters below loud as ever. The walls and floor shook beneath them and dust and stone crumbled around them. The Room of Requirement was splayed with lost artifacts of fighters that he travelled through and Ginny had no idea how Harry was finding everything he shoved inside the bag.

Finally, he looked up at her. "Please listen to me!" he shouted over the racket below, reverberating crashes and screams of terror, screams of death looking someone in the face, a snakelike face. She could literally feel the castle crumbling beneath them and she clutched to Harry harder for support, support which she seemed not to get at all. "They're dead. We're all dead."

"But-"

"Listen only," he commanded and she fell silent, terrified. He began wrapping around her neck a small hourglass encircled by wrought gold and connected to a thin gold chain. He began flipping the hourglass inside over and over again. "I'm sending you back. You have to change what's happened. We've lost but it's not supposed to happen this way. It can't."

"Is that a Time Turner? I thought they were all destroyed – "

"Dumbledore gave this one to me. It's enchanted."

"We? Wait a minute, what do you mean by we? I'm not dead. And you're not dead!"

He kept turning the hourglass forever. "No you're not dead. You're the only one left. We're all dead. All gone. But you're not. You have the power to change this."

"This is impossible you can't be dead! You're sitting…sitting right here in front of me!" She was crying now. "You're not dead."

He finished turning the hourglass and placed it inside her shirt, careful not to touch her skin. He held her trembling face in his hands and her tears went through him, sliding down her own face as if he wasn't even there. She realized this and cried harder.

"Harry, I don't understand," she said, her eyes refreshing a new wave of salty tears when he let go of her and put his own wand in the bag. "No…"

"I love you, with all my heart. And I know you can do this." He grabbed her hand which made her notice a small scratched ring on her left ring finger that had not been there before.

"You're not dead."

"We all are dead."

"Everyone?"

He kissed her lightly on the forehead and then once on the lips.

"I love you."

"I love you."

He mumbled something over her chest where the enchanted Time Turner was and she was gone.

She was not normally a crier but something inside her heart disallowed her tears from ceasing their production. She was shaking, struggling to breath, unable to conjure any idea of what was happening to her. When she wiped her eyes, the blur from her tears subsided momentarily for her to digest that she was still in the Room of Requirement. But it was not destroyed like it had been moments ago. In fact, there were large lancet windows that stretched from floor to ceiling that let the sunshine from outside glance through on the peacefulness of the room that seemed so out of place in her heart.

Ginny stood. Nothing was destroyed. Everything was perfect and for a fleeting moment, she thought she'd been dreaming. She went to the door, still shaking, tears still streaming her cheeks, and let herself out to find a group of boys she'd never seen before. All but one.

"Harry!" she called.

"What the bloody hell! How did you get here? You bloody appeared out of nowhere!" one of them screamed, but it was not Harry and she didn't look to see who it was. She only had eyes for Harry. She ran toward him and leapt into his arms.

She hugged him, clung to him, held his face; he was alive, healthy, just as he should be.

"Argh – ugh what?"

"You're alright, thank god you're ok. I love you." She held his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, throwing all of her passion into that one moment of bliss.

Harry seemed improperly affectionate however and she leaned back, but only enough for her eyes to meet his; the entire length of their bodies was pressed together without any space in between. She looked up at him with a concerned face. He tried to push her away.

She looked curiously into his beautiful brown eyes, framed perfectly by his round glasses for the answer to his distance.

Then she hyperventilated and passed out.

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