You and I{Sequel to The Return To Hogwarts}

Chapter 19

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

This one is for Emily(@the_last_trilogy, again)

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~Ginny~

When I awoke the next morning, I heard Mum crying. She was sobbing very loudly.

"Harry," she said. "Please wake up." Even though he wasn't her actual son, she treated him like one, and I guess he took up the spot that Fred left behind.

Fred...

I remembered that I had another brother, who was dead. He had died in the Second Wizarding War, and the George wasn't the same without him.

Then I remembered that Harry had pretended to be dead, and I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest as I saw Hagrid carrying Harry in his arms.

Memories from the previous day came crashing down around me.

Harry really was dead.

I fell to my knees. Remembering when I had seen Harry in Hagrid's arms was like a stab to the chest. He's really dead, and in reality, I felt like I was dying inside. Tears sprung out of my eyes. It had finally struck me, hard, that Harry was dead; gone forever. Footsteps were coming down from the third floor landing.

"Ginny," said George's voice, "are you alright?"

"No, I just lost the person I love, after I lost my brother. I am not going to be okay," I sobbed.

"You...you... y-you r-remember F-Fred?" George was crying, too.

"Of course I do, George. He was my brother." I looked up to see George staring at me, tear tracks on his face, but a small, sad smile on his lips.

"What else do you remember?" he asked.

"Everything. From running round in the burrow as a little girl, to falling asleep with Harry's owl last night." George's smile grew.

"I'm happy to hear that."

"Ginny," Mum said, and I hurried down the stairs.

"Mum," I said, "are you alright?"

"No, Ginny, the question is, are you alright?" She asked.

"No," I said, tears springing to my eyes again.

"Oh, Ginny," Mum cried, hugging me. "It will be okay. You'll get over this."

"Mum, I haven't even gotten over Fred's death yet. There is no way I'm getting over Harry's death, especially when I know it's my fault."

"Ginny, you haven't known who Fred was for the last two years, it would make sense that you're not over his death. And Harry's death was not your fault. It was Lucius Malfoy's fault," George assured me. I looked up at him smiled a small smile, amazed at how he could be able to stay strong after losing his twin. I jumped up and flung myself into his arms.

"Thank you, George. I love you, and you too, Mum." I released George, and turned around, seeing the newspaper on the table. The Daily Prophet. I screamed when I read it.

The headline?

"HARRY POTTER, 'THE CHOSEN ONE', DEAD. Article by Rita Skeeter."

"How did she even find out about this?" I asked. Dad had only found out this morning.

"I don't know, but we have to have the funeral soon, or else everybody will find out about it," Mum said.

"Harry wants a small funeral, and he wants to be buried by his parents," I said. We spent the rest of the day planning the funeral, which was to be held the following day. That night, I let Lightning out of the Burrow so he could stretch his wings, and fell asleep, dreaming of a place where Harry and I could be happy for once.

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The next morning I woke up early, and a wave of dread washed over me.

Harry's funeral.

I looked at my bedside table, and saw the two boxes from Christmas. The Necklace, and the Infinity Ring. As I got dressed, I kept thinking about when Harry had given them to me. My seventeenth birthday; we had had a conversation about suicide, and how I was worried about George. He presented me with the Necklace and started tickling me. Christmas of 1998. Harry had attempted suicide because of me and Dean. Harry had givens the ring as a Christmas present. I suddenly remembered the ring that Harry had given me when he proposed, and that Dean had thrown at Harry when I was first found. I went to our basement where we were keeping Harry's body until the caretaker came, and retrieved the ring.

I put it on my ring finger, as I would if I was engaged. I was going to keep it forever. I walked back down to my room, wiping the tears from eyes. I put the necklace and infinity ring on, and looked in the mirror. I wanted to look my best, even if it was Harry's funeral.

The caretaker arrived to take Harry's body, and he told us that he would be moving his parents bodies into a mausoleum so that it would be easier to bury Harry with them.

We Apparated to Godric's Hollow, where we could see a small group of people gathered around a small building.

The funeral was filled with tears, occasionally laughter. I was asked to stand up and speak, so I did.

"Harry was a great person. He genuinely cared about people, even when he had the worst childhood. I first knew I had a crush on him when we met at Kings Cross, only then I didn't know he was Harry Potter, 'The Boy Who Lived.' Over time, we grew to know each other better, and I realized I was in love. I remember in my first year at Hogwarts, I sent him a singing Valentine, and it was delivered to him right in front of me. Later that same year, I woke up to an injured Harry peering down over me with a worried expression. I had no idea what happened, but all I could focus on was the gash in Harry's arm."

"In my fifth year, Harry's sixth, Harry had gotten detention for performing a curse on someone," I was saying, and Draco chuckled, "so I had to play seeker in Quidditch against Harry's ex-girlfriend, Cho. We ended up winning, and as the party progressed in the common room, Harry stumbled through the portrait. He looked around for a second, and I flung myself into his arms, and we shared our first kiss. When Dumbledore died, Harry broke up with me to protect me. I was devastated, but I did everything in my power to make sure everybody at Hogwarts stayed strong while Harry was gone during my sixth year. Two days ago, Harry sacrificed his life so I could remember all of this, and it showed how much he would give up just so that everybody else is happy. I love you Harry, always," I finished.

Everybody stood up and raised there wands to the sky, tears covering their faces. As everybody filed out, I stayed behind, sitting by Harry's body.

"Harry," I whispered, grabbing his cold, lifeless hand. "I'm so sorry this happened. It's all my fault. It should have been me. I'm going to miss you. I love you, Harry. Goodbye."

I thought I felt his finger twitch, but it must have been a trick of the mind because Harry was dead.

"Excuse me, Miss," said the Caretaker, "it's time for me to take the body."

"Okay." I pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead. I turned and walked out of the graveyard, thinking about how I would deal with this.

Little did I know that the previous moment would not be the last time I saw Harry Potter.

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So I finally updated. I hope you guys like it. I've been really busy, with finishing off school, as well as catching up on work because I missed a week of school, but I'll make up for it, I swear.

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