Author's Note: So this is really, really, REALLY short, and I do apologize, but I think it stands well on its own. I think it's a drabble, but I'm not sure... Anyway! It was written for the Writing Your Butt Off and Typing Until Your Fingers Bleed challenge/competition! And yes, my fingers did bleed a little bit! ^.^ It's non-canon (again, I do apologize!), but I like the idea, okay! It's my first time writing Neville/Ginny! Go me! I think it turned out pretty well, but as always, I'd like to hear what you think! So review! And I'm not making any money, nor is Harry Potter mine. Although if it was, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to write this disclaimer! :) Enjoy! If you find death enjoyable... O.o

She's lying there dying. I don't know what I can do to save her. I don't know if I can do anything to save her…

"I promise I'll do whatever I can protect. I won't let anything hurt you, I swear…"

I want to help. I want to help her more than anything else in the world. But I don't know how. I don't know what to do. She looks beautiful, her red hair surrounding her pale face. I gaze down into her eyes and see tears shining there…

Ginny faced me, still in her gown. "You know I love you, Neville, right?" Tears shone in her eyes, but she seemed happy…

I know these tears aren't happy. They are tears of pain, tears of anguish. My Ginny is going to die. And I can do nothing to stop it…

I wasn't in control. Ginny pushed herself against me, pressing our lips together again and again. I knew of the redhead's fiery temper and her desire for control. I could do nothing to stop her…

The blood runs from the ugly slashes in my Ginny's once flawless neck. I watch with a horrified fascination as my Ginny's life slips away. My morbid curiosity stops me from making a move to stop the steady flow of blood gushing from her. I am too fascinated…

The way she held herself drew me to her. She had always been beautiful, but her confidence in herself was what I found the most beautiful. I wasn't confident. I never had been confident. But that night, I took charge…

I can't take charge tonight. I can't find the strength to move towards my Ginny. All I can do is watch her die. I hear her gasp. "I thought… you said you'd… never let… anything… hurt me…"

My eyes fill with tears as she says this. "I can't help you, Ginny… You know that I love you, right?"

"Why can't… you help me?" she whispers, ignoring my question.

"Because it's already too late." I breathe.

Her eyes grow wide at this. "How… can you know that?"

The first few of my tears fall. "I just know, my darling."

"Neville?"

"Yes, darling?"

"You know… that I love you…" she trails away before the last word falls from her lips. Her eyes flutter closed and her chest falls, never to rise again.

"I know, my Ginny, I know." I murmur, bending over to press a kiss on her lifeless cheek. "You know that I love you, right? Even if I could do nothing to stop this? Even though I let you die? Nothing will harm you anymore, my Ginny. I promised. This is me fulfilling that promise."

I gather Ginny's limp body in my arms and carry her away from that wretched clearing where she had been attacked. No more would she be harmed.

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