Ginny was exhausted. Everywhere she looked, she saw kids, adults, creatures, people that she knew, people that should still be here. Dark red blood was seeping into the stones and the mud, staining her second home with the atrocities of war. She knew there would be casualties, but this was too much. For many people, including Harry, Hogwarts was their home. You shouldn't be killed in your own home. 

Anger coursed through her veins at the thought of all these senseless deaths. Even as she stands in the midst of the right side of the war, she can feel the anger slowly replace her sadness, running wild through her body. Her fingers grip her wand tightly, her bones igniting with a fervent heat. 

Her brothers and family surrounded her as they waited for Voldemort to come, but there was someone missing. Her eyes searched through the small band of Weasley's around her, and they stopped on George, who looked worse for wear. His second half was gone now, but Ginny was sure she saw Fred standing right next to his brother. He was slightly see-through, and his feet just barely touched the ground. That was all Ginny ever knew: Fred and George. It wasn't right to separate the two, but that's what happened earlier today. 

She ground her teeth, promising herself that she wouldn't cry. Ginny was stronger that; tears were for the weak, and she wasn't weak. She was angry, and she would use that anger to annihilate anyone that would try to cross her or her family or her friends. If Voldemort wanted a war, then she would give it to him. 

The sun climbed higher in the distance, reminding her that a new day was upon them. Normally, new days meant new beginnings, but Ginny knew this wasn't a new beginning for the people who have been fighting for hours, days, years. This was the end of a horrible chapter, and she wasn't sure who was going to come out as the victor. 

A small breeze blew through the courtyard of Hogwarts, sending goosebumps up and down her arms. A bad feeling spread through the crowd as the sound of a thousand footsteps marched toward them. A different feeling settled in the pits of Ginny's stomach, chilling her from the inside out. Something was wrong with Harry; she just knew it. 

Ginny fought through her siblings, stepping beside her father. No one tried to stop her as she peered at the incoming Death Eaters, the wind whipping through her hair. With just one glance at the sky, she knew that a storm was coming, but she wasn't sure what kind it was. 

Soon enough, Voldemort and his Death Eaters positioned themselves in front of them, with Hagrid at the front. There was something sitting in his arms, limp and dead-looking. Ginny's dad stepped in front of her, but she frowned and voiced her anger. No one would answer her, so she pushed her dad out of the way, her breath catching in her throat. 

Voldemort opened his mouth and started speaking, but Ginny heard nothing. There was some sort of buzz starting in her ears and spreading through her whole body. Her eyes were locked on the person in Hagrid's arms, and deep down, she knew it was Harry Potter, the boy she'd been in love with since she was a little girl. She recognized the dark hair falling from his head and the clothes he was wearing. Otherwise, it could have been anyone else, and surprising, Ginny was alright with that. 

There was a small bout of hope flaring in her chest, but she knew Harry was dead and gone. He looked too much like the other people that littered the grounds of Hogwarts. He looked too much like Fred and Lupin and Tonks. 

A deep pain hit her right in the middle of her chest, and Ginny's knees buckled, and she found herself on the ground. Her head was spinning around and around with memories, the ones she kept tucked away in case someone tried to look inside her mind. The memories break through the walls she built up, reminding her of the love she had for Harry Potter, the boy who lived. 

The first memory that graced her mind was when she met Harry for the first time. She was a ten-year-old girl being separated from her best friends as they went off to the school she so wished she could go to. But she had to wait another year to join them. While they were at the train station, she saw him and knew exactly who he was. He was Harry Potter, of course, and she knew that meeting him there wasn't coincidence. Something led Harry to her family, and she wouldn't have traded it for the world.

Those first two years that she knew him, she acted like a crazed fan, hiding from him whenever he was at the Burrow. She was ashamed of acting like, but it didn't seem like it bothered him that much. And then she was possessed by the diary of Tom Riddle, the boy that was behind this whole war. Harry saved her when she was dying in the Chamber of Secrets, and she was forever indebted to him. 

Then, Ginny started growing up and getting out of her shell. She spent so much time with that cursed diary that she had to start again in the third year and the years that followed. Nothing really happened with Harry, though she did carry around her crush for him that whole time she knew him. She didn't want to be stuck on one boy, though, so she branched out in her fifth year. None of the boys she dated was right for her, though. They weren't Harry. 

But then he did something that surprised her. He kissed her when the Gryffindor team won the final Quidditch match of that year, and she knew that their relationship had changed. They started dating and everything was going fine, but she knew that it wasn't going to last. Harry wanted to protect her, so he broke it off, but they remained friends, and that was fine with her. She knew that Harry was hers, no matter what happened to both of them. 

The feeling of his lips on hers and the ghostly hands that ran up and down her arms sent her heart into overdrive. All those times she spent wrapped up in his embrace, with his lips on hers, burned themselves into her memory. She had imagined a future with the boy who lived, and now he was gone. She saw the imagined life crack and fall apart, crashing all around her. 

Didn't they deserve that life together? Didn't they deserve to be young and in love? She had spent what felt like a lifetime waiting for him to come around, and right when they had just started their love story, Harry was ripped away from her grasp. 

A growl escaped Ginny's lips as she pushed off the ground, getting back to her feet. Neville was speaking, but she interrupted him with a yell. Voldemort turned toward her, an evil grin on his deformed face. Hands gabbed at her body as she ran forward, but she was too quick for anyone to hold her back. People started chattering around her, but it was all just background noise to the buzzing in her ears and the pain in her heart and the anger in her bones. 

She wasn't even sure which spell she used against him, but Voldemort flew backward, rolling to a stop in the midst of his followers. She rushed forward, stabbing her wand toward him, yelling out every single spell she knew. Voldemort's followers started closing in around her, but she heard Voldemort tell them no, that she was his fight. 

Did he realize that she was the little girl that was possessed by him during her first year? Well, she wasn't a little girl now. She grew up with Bill and Charlie, who taught her how to be her own person. She grew up with Percy, who taught her that she needed to know the spells she was casting, and that if you made a mistake, there was always a chance for you to redeem yourself. She grew up with George and Fred, who taught her their very best spells and pranks, and many times, she felt like she was their third part. Even with one Fred gone, she could feel his spirit flowing through her, guiding her hands as she let out a bat bogey hex. And she grew up with Ron, who taught her that loyalty was the right thing, especially when it came to your friends. 

Every single feeling and emotion swam beneath her skin, coming to a boiling point. With one final spell, she lashed out with everything that she was. The buzz in her body broke, the pain in her heart was at its zenith, the anger was burning her alive, and she let it all out. Someone let out a scream, and it sort of sounded like her. 

And then she was on the ground, staring up at the storm clouds converging. She knew she killed Voldemort. She knew that Harry was dead and gone. As the rain started falling, she saw his face appear in the clouds, grinning down at her. Lightning flashed in the sky, right where his lightning scar was on his forehead. His green eyes twinkled, and she weakly smiled up at him, watching as he slowly dissipated from her view. No matter what happened today, Ginny knew Harry was proud of her and that he loved her, and that was all that counted.