"Do... do you really think I can do this?" Lying on the bed, facing Ginny, Harry finally let his exhaustion show. His fear, repressed for the last month, was beginning to take hold.
Ginny gazed at him, her deep brown eyes willing him to feel her love and support.
"Of course you can. We've been preparing all month for this. Voldemort won't know what's hit him."
Harry sighed. "I know. It's just… he has so much more experience than me. What if there's something we missed?" He paused, and looked up at her. "I'm scared, Ginny. What if something goes wrong?"
"We can't worry about that," she responded gently. "I have faith in you. And in all of us. If we need to, we'll work something out." With growing conviction, she continued, "Tomorrow is our day. And then when we win, we have the rest of our lives to live, without ever needing to fear a dark lord again."
Harry felt his determination bloom inside him once again. His lips curved in a small smile, and he released a small, happy breath. "Unless I screw this up, I'm going to marry you."
Ginny's face lit up with her own smile. "Well, you'd better not mess this up."