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Never Coming Home by fourthiv
Chapter 1 : Never Coming Home
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A/N: This is my first Harry/Ginny fan fiction. I fell in love with this song, and normally I am a Dramione shipper, but this song doesn’t work for that. Seeing as how the only other ship I think is cool is Harry/Ginny I love the pairing, although I don’t read the stories because I’m a forbidden love type Dramione stories so I thought I would write this.

Disclaimer - I own nothing Harry Potter related. At all. This one shot I’ve written is just my imagination taken off from the 6th book with Harry and Ginny. The song is "The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance.


Never Coming Home

I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died we'd be together now
I can’t always just forget her but she could try

It was a dismal, dreary day for the friends and families of those killed. The war was long and harsh on the majority of the Wizarding community; many lives were taken during the years since Voldemort’s return. The final battle was one that none would ever forget; especially those who lost loved ones. That being the reason this very day was a very sad one indeed.

Harry Potter was one of the many people at the funeral on that day. His eyes were clouded with multiple emotions, but misery seemed most prominent. He was miserable because the war was fierce and harsh. He was miserable because so many lives were lost. He was miserable because of the state the wizarding world was in. But most of all he was miserable because the love of his life was dead.

There he sat, sombre and silent, attempting in vain to participate in the ceremony. But as much as he tried, he could not focus his mind on the present as he memory wandered back through his past to far happier times.

It was near the end of his 6th year when he finally acted upon his feelings: he finally kissed the woman he loved - Ginny. He arrived back at the Gryffindor commmon room to discover that his team had indeed won the Quiddich cup, when Ginny rushed towards him and threw her arms around him in a fierce hug. Looking down into her eyes, he just couldn't help it. He kissed her.

After Dumbledore's death, Harry knew he had a great responsibility ahead of him, and he knew that he couldn’t continue to put Ginny in unnecessary danger. Therefore, as much as it pained him, he had to discontinue his relationship with her, for her own good – or so he thought.

That summer was harsh on Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Together, they set out looking for the Horcruxes, and destroyed all but three by the summer’s end. Hogwarts stayed open despite the tragic and somewhat horrific event a few months previously, leaving Minerva McGonagall as the new Head Mistress. Near the end of the summer she contacted the , and convinced them all to return for the next year . They, of course, were going to be given special private tuition, periods of leave to give them time to search for the remaining three Horcruxes, constant supervision for protection, and much to Hermione's dismay, no major responsibilities similar to that of the Head Girl or Head Boy.

The school year started without a hitch. However, only four hundred or so had returned to continue their education. A dance was announced, planned for the November, so that the students would be able to have some supervised fun during the hard times that lay ahead.

Harry had decided to ask Ginny to be his date to the dance, even though they were not back together. It was the last week of October when Harry finally decided to stop talking himself out of it, and ask her.

That day was a beautiful one with very few clouds in the sky. Shaking and trembling, Harry walked into the Great Hall and spotted a head of familiar vibrant red hair. As he approached her, she turned to look at him, her face full of worry and concern.

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming
Home never coming home
Could I? Should I?

All of a sudden, the castle disappeared and became a smoking battlefield. A bright, green light flashed and Harry heard a violent, painful scream.

Harry, refocusing his thoughts on the present, shook his head violently. That last memory already haunted his dreams and he did not wish to dwell on it during the daytime. Once again, he tried to focus on the ceremony where a brother was paying tribute to his beloved sister, but the memories still fresh in Harry's head enveloped him once again.

Everyone in the castle was nervous on the night of the November dance. It wasn’t because of nerves about their looks or their clothes, or even because of relationships that could be forged in that very evening. No. It was because they were afraid, more than afraid in fact, that the Death Eaters would attack again, for they knew that if it happened again, maybe this time they wouldn’t be lucky enough to survive. Harry tried to take his mind off the worries by busying himself with getting ready, but when he realised the time, he rushed down to the Gryffindor common room to wait for Ginny.

And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are never ever
Ever get the feeling that you're never

Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs, like many other Gryffindor boys, waiting anxiously for his date. He was extremely nervous by this point and was continuously wringing his hands together.

One by one the girls made their way down the stairs and through the portrait hole with their young men on their arms until Harry and Ron were the only two left waiting. It was then that two young ladies appeared at the top of the stairs and slowly made their way down to meet the waiting boys. Hermione was wearing deep purple dress robes, and looked absolutely stunning. Ron held out his hand as she reached the last couple of steps which she took politely before giving him a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek. As usual, Ron blushed a deep, deep red which spread to his ears and to his neck. Harry, however, was too busy being entranced with Ginny's beauty to notice. She was walking slightly behind Hermione, but she was all Harry saw. She was wearing beautiful sky blue dress robes with midnight blue trim. Small, dark blue gems made flower patterns on the bottom of her robes.

Slowly Ginny approached Harry. They had decided before the dance to go as friends, to keep her safe, so she gave him a small hug, and took his arm. Harry presented her with a Magnolia flower and together, the four of them made their way to the exit of the common room. Harry moved to open the portrait, and as it swung back on its hinges they were greeted by a bright light, momentarily blinding them.

All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs
In my arms she dies she dies

Soon the bright light was replaced with an all too familiar scene, one that nobody wanted to remember.

It was back in that dark, dank place. Smoke was rising in the air. All around him Harry heard screams of pure anguish, pain, suffering and hate. Jets of light were shooting in every direction, but he couldn’t watch them for fear of where they might land. He was fighting with all his might, but he knew he couldn't stay in one place long. He had to get to Voldemort. This was it. The time had come to end it once and for all. He knew he was ready. The Horcruxes were gone. It had taken years, and lives, but that task was complete. Only one duty remained and it was Harry’s alone to undertake.

Harry dodged and dived between curses, making his way to the center of the fight where Voldemort resided. He finally reached him, calling out his proper name.


At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?

Voldemort visibly angered at the sound of his true name, and in a flash he rounded on Harry, launching a particularly nasty hex his way. Harry was able to dodge the curse and send a spell back at the Dark lord.

Soon they were engaged in a fierce wizard's duel, when out of nowhere a flash of green light and a scream of anguish occurred. Next thing Harry knew Voldemort was dead, and he began to turn around...

And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
If I fall
If I fall (down)

Harry was pulled back into reality when he felt warm tears cascading down his face. He didn't want to remember; he didn’t want to relive it.

Yet, as he looked at the Wizard picture of Ginny during her sixth year, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help but remember.

At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are never coming home never coming home
Never coming home never coming home

Harry and Voldemort were viciously fighting tooth for tooth, and Harry was doing exceptionally well. The fighting in the vicinity had ceased as all gathered around to watch the final showdown. Ginny Weasley was among those spectators, along with Draco Malfoy who, in a final effort to repair his father’s mistakes, stepped in to help his master.

When Harry’s back was turned, Malfoy cast a powerful stunning spell, and Harry fell to the floor, unconscious and at the mercy of his foe. Ginny’s terrified eyes followed Harry’s path to the ground, an icy hand of fear grasping her heart as the love of her life fell before Lord Voldemort by the cheating, cowardly hand of their old school enemy. In a fury she turned around, her fist crashing into Malfoy’s noise and her knee rising fast and hard into his groin. Turning back to the battle, she realised with utter horror what Voldemort was about to do next.

And then she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the faces of the crowd passing in a blur. She heard the words escape Voldemort’s lips as if in slow motion, and then she leapt into the air in front of Harry and took the jet of green light in the middle of her back. Harry looked up in time to see Ginny’s terrified face become emotionless, blank as she fell to the floor almost landing on top of him. It took a few moments for Harry’s mind to register what had happened. Ginny Weasley had taken the killing curse for him.

Ginny Weasley had died for him.

And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?

Harry sat motionless, his eyes resting on Ginny’s lifeless body for what seemed like an eternity. In the dim and distant realm of reality, he heard a loud cackle behind him. Slowly he turned and through a haze of tears saw Voldemort standing over him, grinning with delight.

“You should have realised by now Harry Potter that your caring for people leads only to their destruction. So many who have tried to protect you have died to protect to only have you follow them inescapably in death. And here, now, your blood traitor girlfriend who needn’t have died, has sacrificed herself for you and in so doing has delayed the inevitable for mere moments.”

Harry came out of his daze. Voldemort’s words had opened many old, partially healed wounds, and exacerbated the rage he had suppressed for so long. Rising to his knees he thrust his fist hard and straight into Voldemort’s abdomen. The Dark Lord stumbled back, surprised by the act of muggle violence, giving Harry a tiny window of opportunity to destroy him once and for all. Time slowed, Harry's wand shook slightly in his trembling hand as a deadly curse crossed his lips, then Voldemort was gone.

Adrenaline was pumping through his body. At last it was over. He had done what he was destined to do, but the victory was hollow. Grief coursed through him as he lifted Ginny’s head into his arms and cradled it close to him. He knew it that moment, the moment that should have been happy, should have been the beginning, that it was the end of his life. He would be forever empty, a shell, because the one person to whom he had opened his heart was gone. And he wept, he wept until there was not a tear left in him.

And all the wounds that are never gonna scar
Me for all the ghosts that are never gonna...

Harry looked up to see Remus Lupin kneeling in front of him, calling his name. He blinked a few times before responding.


Lupin looked at Harry, sympathy and even pity shining through.

"Harry, the funeral is over, everyone has left. I suggest you pay your respects and do the same. Meet us all in front of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

Lupin stood slowly and apparated away with a quiet pop. Harry looked over to the tombstone, and down to his hands, holding a magnolia blossom. He smiled softly at the simple flower in his hand. It came from the same plant as the last flower he had picked for Ginny, the day of the dance. He stood up, walked to the tombstone and set the flower on the ground.

Suddenly he was consumed by a great feeling of loneliness and the desire to be with her overwhelmed him. He raised his wand to his face, wanting so much to die, hating that every time he closed his eyes he saw her face and he heard her voice telling him to go on.

And he couldn't do it; he couldn’t die at his own hand. He couldn't do it because she, his love, sacrificed herself so he could live, so that the world could go on.

Harry knelt down and ran his fingers over Ginny's tombstone, before gently kissing the top of it, standing up, turning and walking away.

She did it so he could live, and that’s exactly what he planned to do.

story by: fourthiv
song by: "the ghost of you" my chemical romance

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