Ginny ran through the dim forest, tears falling down her cheeks. She ran blindly, branches and twigs scarring her face. Her gray eyes were foggy in desperation, sadness, hate. She needed to get away; needed to think, to pray, to run. Her flaming red hair flew behind her like a torch being blown out and the purple skirt fluffed behind her. Her tears and streaking mascara were staining her white top, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore.
When she felt as though she could run no more, she collapsed onto the ground. The brown pine needles that blanketed the forest floor dug into her bare arms and legs, but Ginny didn’t care. Nothing could be worse than her internal pain. Physical pain could not compare in the least.
She curled up into a ball, still sobbing. Maybe if she got into a small enough ball, she would just disappear. That’d be wonderful. As much as she wanted to forget the earlier conversation, it kept playing in her head over and over like a skipping CD. She couldn’t help it.
“Gin, we need to talk,” Harry had told her with piercing emerald eyes that looked shiny, wet.
“Harry, what’s the matter? Tell me,” she had answered. She was frightened. The only other time that she had seen Harry this distraught was when Sirius and Dumbledore were killed.
At that moment, Ron and Hermione walked over, Ron wearing a grim expression nearly identical to Harry’s imbedded in his countenance. But Hermione was crying openly into Ronald’s shoulder. Ron kept biting his lower lip, like he was trying to keep his composure even though Hermione hadn’t kept hers. He seemed to be openly struggling with this. He also kept opening and closing his mouth, as though he wanted to comfort Hermione, but he didn’t know what to say.
“What’s the matter, you guys?” Ginny had asked, a tremor in her voice. When she received no answer, she yelled, “Tell me!!!”
Harry had tears on his cheeks now and his eyes were red from holding them in for so long. After Ginny had spoken, Ron had broken out in tears as well, his head resting Hermione’s.
“Gin, I don’t want you to freak out and do anything rash. Understand? We’ll figure something out; I promise,” Harry had told her through tears, grabbing her hand.
“Harry,” she had said in a mere whisper, pulling her hand away. “Just tell me.”
Taking in a breath, tears still streaming down the trio’s faces, Harry replied, “You’re the last horcrux.”
Ginny had gaped at her three bawling friends, comprehension dawning on her face. That’s why they hadn’t been able to find the last one after searching for over three months. Voldemort must have put a horcrux into her when he had held her captive in the Chamber of Secrets. That’s why her best friend, brother and lover had been distant from her for days. They hadn’t known what to say….
Hermione came up and hugged her best friend, still bawling. “Ginny, I’m so sorry.”
Then Harry offered, “But we’ll find a way, Gin. There must be a way to expel the horcrux without you…dieing. Hermione’s been searching for weeks. She’ll find a spell, I promise."
But Ginny knew that this was a right-out lie. If Hermione had been searching for weeks, and had been working as hard as Ginny knew she had been, and had found nothing, then there was nothing. No way to expel a horcrux without killing the organism in which it resided. No way. No way at all.
At this point, Ginny had started weeping as well. And then she did the only thing that she could think to do. She grabbed Harry, pulled him close and kissed him. Kissed him with all her might, all her soul. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she thought of what she had to do when she had released him. But it was best for them all. Best for the whole wizarding world.
“Hermione,” Ginny had said as she approached her. “You’re like my sister. I love you.” Then the two embraced and she walked over to her brother.
“Ron,” she said in nothing more than a whisper.
“Ginny!” he had croaked, and the two siblings had embraced each other. Then, when they released, she ran into the large forest behind Godric’s Hollow.
“Ginny, NO!!!” Hermione had screamed, running after her. Ginny was still haunted by how the trio had looked the last time she had seen them. Tears on all of their faces. Their frightened and heartbroken countenances made her distraught. How desperate her best friends had looked at that moment.
But as much as she knew it broke their hearts, Ginny had to leave them. She was Voldemort’s lifeline. And she couldn’t continue to let him be her leech.
The pine needles were still digging into Ginny’s flesh as she lay on the forrest floor, remembering what was so painful to remember. She knew what she had to do, but it was so difficult. She was so afraid. She stood and walked. She didn’t know where she was going; her legs seemed to be leading her with her conscious mind having nothing to say in the matter.
Though tears were still running down her face, they were not self-pity tears any longer. These tears were for her family, her friends, anyone who knew her. This would hit so hard for them. Especially Harry. She didn’t know how he would take it.
After quite a bit of walking and many, many tears, Ginny reached a beautiful pool of water in which she could see her reflection. She looked dreadful. She threw a stone into the previously still water, to rid it of her expression. A waterfall was running into it and lily pads had settled onto the surface. Goldfish were barely visible under the water. It looked so peaceful in contrast to the turmoil going on inside Ginny.
Then, right at that moment, she whipped out her wand and picked up three large stones. And with two complex flicks of her wand, she turned the first two into a handsome eagle-feather quill and a large roll of parchment. Then, with another flick, she transfigured the third into a bottle of black ink.
Then she wrote. She wrote letters to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George, Bill, Charlie, her parents, Tonks, Lupin, Moody, Percy, even Fleur. Everyone. They were letters of thanks. Letters of hope. Letters of kindness. Letters of love.
When she finished with the last and most important letter she wrote, the one to Harry, she gathered them all up and walked again.
She searched without really knowing what she was searching for. But the second she saw it, she knew this was the place. And with a sigh, Ginny Weasley walked into the meadow. There were so many flowers of so many different colors and varieties in the meadow; it was gorgeous. Dozens of butterflies flew about the meadow. It was so peaceful.
Ginny crouched down and put all the letters under a stone to keep them all in place. Then, she sent red sparks into the air, to let her friends know where she would rest.
Ginny Weasley had never been suicidal. She loved life. But she had to do this. For the good of humanity. For the good of all her friends and family.
She took out her wand; she was shaking horribly. And with a flick of her wand and an almost inaudible whisper, she ended her life.
Everyone was dressed entirely in black and all the ladies had veils covering their faces.
Ginerva Weasley lay in her coffin, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Hermione hadn’t let Mrs. Weasley put Ginny in a dress. She knew how much Ginny had hated them. And Mrs. Weasley had solemnly approved.
All the letters were handed out at the funeral, after everyone had said a few words and Ginny had been buried. No one could not break into a surge tears while reading their letter. Even Moody didn’t have dry eyes.
Harry read his and it nearly broke his heart:
By the time you read this, I’ll be gone. Up in heaven with your mum and dad, Sirius, and Dumbledore. Don’t cry for me Harry. Please, please don’t. I’m up in heaven. I really should be the one crying for you.
I know that I have broken your heart, Harry. But you aren’t a good liar. Hermione wouldn’t have found anything, and we both know it. If I had stayed any longer, it just would have made saying goodbye to you all so much harder. It was torture enough.
Harry, I will always love you. I wish our relationship didn’t have to end the way that it did. We could have had so many more happy years. But don’t dwell on me, Harry. Marry some nice girl and have a happy life. I’ll be waiting for you.
Harry, don’t let my death affect you. You need to defeat Voldemort so the whole world can live. Don’t let Dumbledore, Sirius, your mum and dad and I die in vain. Defeat him, Harry. I know you can.
Oh, and do me a favor, Harry. Get Ron and Hermione together. It's going to bug me, seeing them pretend much longer.
I’ll be waiting, Harry.
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