Ginny POV

"Neville, who is Hagrid carrying?" I asked, not wanted to believe my eyes. I wanted to be told that I am just hallucinating, but I know deep down that what I see is real.

"Harry Potter is dead."Voldemort shouted silencing us all, well all of us except me. I suddenly ran forward over to my true love's dead body screaming over and over again how it couldn't be real, and my dad couldn't even stop me when he tried.

I ran up to Harry and slammed my body into the ground next to his blood covered face; I couldn't help but look at the lips that had kissed me in the common room, and at my house. I clung to his arm, the arm that held me when I cried before Dumbledore's funeral. Suddenly I was grabbed by the hair and lifted up to my feet by Voldemort himself.

"Harry." I whimpered as he turned me away and made me face him and all of his Death Eaters.

"He's gone you silly girl." Voldemort said in his cold, heartless face.

"No… No… h-he can't be gone." I began to cry and Voldemort just laughed.

"Oh and why can't he? Is it because he needs to kill me? Or is it because of something else?"

"B-both"

"Well than, tell everyone here why Harry Potter can't be dead. Why do you want him to live? TELL THEM!" Voldemort put his wand on my throat and my voice was made louder so that all of Hogwarts could hear me.

I cleared my throat, glared at Voldemort, and then said loudly and very clearly, "Because I love him with all my heart." Voldemort laughed and threw me on the ground, resulting in my head hitting a piece of ruble from the castle, but I didn't black out or anything, I was just paralyzed.

"Love? Oh did you hear that everyone? She loves Potter." Voldemort led his Death Eaters into a round of laughter, but then turned back to me and said, "How about I use you as a demonstration for the prices that you pay when your loyalty remains with Potter."

Voldemort turned his wand to me and I recognized it immediately, it was Dumbledore's wand.

"So much for love." Voldemort said in a mock sympathy, but just as he was about to say the incantation for the killing curse, Harry jumped up off the ground and pulled… Malfoy's wand? Out of his jacket.

"Leave her alone Tom." Harry said as he pointed the wand at the darkest wizard of all time.

"Why?" Voldemort responded coolly, but he still had a hint of that heartlessness in it.

Harry looked at me with his caring, emerald green eyes, then turned back to Voldemort and said, "Because Riddle, I love her too."

My heart turned to mush as soon as he said it, but my trance was broken when my love and Voldemort started fighting with everything they had. I can't believe that Harry is fighting for me. That's right, I don't think of it as Harry Potter, the chosen one, is fighting to save the world, it just feels like Harry fighting for me and our love… and to save the world, but really, who cares?