This is my other new story. I love LoTR/HP crossovers and I love Ginny so what else to do than to write about her in Middle Earth. Let me know if this is good enough to continue. I'll post the first and second chapter today.

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1. The world grumbles

She stumbled around, her wild dark brown eyes jumping from dead body to dead body. She whimpered as she recognized her best friend amongst the dead. Hermione's wild curls clung to her bloodied face, her dead eyes staring into nothing. Her breathing stopped and painful spasms ran through her body as she looked down at Hermione's mangled body.

Two steps further she found a tuff of red hair and a wail escaped her. She grumbled to her knees next to her brother. He was dead too. His shirt had been torn and the large deep cuts exposed more than she ever wished to see. The cuts had long stopped bleeding, dried blood covered the ground around his body.

Tears fell from her onto her brother's face. It didn't make things better but she couldn't help it. The tears just kept coming but they didn't release the pain. After crying for what felt like a life time she looked around. To her horror she noticed more red hair around her, the twins, her father.

She felt sick, her stomach was heaving but there was no food that could come out. The scene around her made her feel like she was living her worst nightmare. Dead, tortured people every where she could see. She started to recognize even more faces.

Suddenly the need to run from this bloody scene became overwhelming, she had to find her mother, Bill maybe, or if all failed, Luna, at least somebody to hold onto as her world collapsed. She needed somebody to tell her it was a nightmare, to wake her up.

She knew Harry was dead, as she stumbled towards the forest she remembered his last moments, he died together with Voldemort. In a big blast of magical power they both found death, freeing the world from the Dark Lord. Somehow she had known it would end like that, deep in her heart she had somehow expected that he wouldn't return to her but she never expected it would hurt so much.

In de midst of the Hogwarts grounds she let out a feral scream to release some of that pain.

An other set of red haired dead bodies appeared at the edge of the forest.

"No!" she gasped and ran towards the unmoving body of her mother. "No!" she wailed loudly.

Next to her mother lay Fleur and besides the part Veela, Bill. "No, oh Merlin no. please!" she whimpered. She crawled over to Bill, shaking his shoulder, she never noticed the large gash across his stomach. "Bill, please wake up, please Bill, don't leave me alone. Please, please, please. You can't be dead."

Her body shook violently against the pain as it ripped through her body. Her family dead, the man she loved dead, her best friend also dead. She was alone, alone with her pain. It felt like her body was being ripped apart but still able to breath and live.

"No!" she screamed loudly. The pain and anger released a unintended blow of magic around her, pulsating until it left her exhausted.

"Ginny?" a soft voice said behind her. She looked up to see McGonagall looking at her with compassion, maybe even pity. Even the strict teacher had her eyes red with tears. It made it all so final, so definite. Pain ripped through her again, she wanted her family back. She skidded backward as McGonagall tried to step closer.

"It's over, Ginny." McGonagall said softly, "No one is going to hurt you again."

She shook her head, completely dazed by the pain, McGonagall's words never really reached her. She felt trapped by her loss and pain, trapped by the darkness that was surrounding her. She wanted to get away from it all, she want, no needed, to be released from the pain.

The need to get away from the pain grew but Death wasn't there to give her that sweet release. It was hurting too much, ripping her to pieces. She scrambled to her feet, tried to utter an apology and she ran away. Into the forbidden forest.

She ran, it felt like hours but she ran, tear streaking down her face. Her breath hitched constantly and her body ached from all the wounds it had sustained during that final battle but she ran, away from the pain.

With every step she wished she could get away from it all, away from the world that had fallen into pieces around her, away from the cold and pain. She wished she could be in a happy place again. A place where she had people left that cared about her, a place that could comfort her but just away from this painful place was enough for now. All she cou;d think about was that she wanted to escape and in her mind the only true escape was death. She would be back with her family than.

She ran until she couldn't run any further, there was a stabbing pain in her stomach, the cuts and bruises on her body really hurt a lot and she was tired, so damn tired. An up sticking root of one of the abnormally large trees made her stumble. She was too tired to even stop her fall. With a groan she hit the forest floor and stayed there.

She didn't want to get up, there was no reason to get up, every reason for doing something had been taken away from her. Nobody would be waiting for her return, nobody would care if she stayed on the forest floor or not. There was nobody left to worry about her injuries, nobody left to love her and care about her. She just wanted to stay there and die. That way at least she could be with her family and with Harry.

Somewhere in time, long after she fell, exhaustion took her. Never noticing that somebody was watching her.