Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

liked most about her, her ability to hold herself together when things got bad. He knew that she would
always be his rock. "All the people that fought to help you did so because they wanted to, all those who
died did so because they wanted a better world for the people they loved, and they got that, thanks to
you."
"I know Gin, but I can't help but feel that I could have worked faster, I can't help but feel that if I had
been a bit smarter I would have known where…what I needed was, and that if I had, this fight never
would have had to happen." Harry said, his tone that of deep contemplation.
"Harry, if Fred heard you say that he would have probably filled your pants with something so horrible
you would never forget it, and he would still fight for you." Said Ginny, her voice only showing a bit of
the anger she was feeling. "If you keep taking the blame for others deaths than you diminish their
sacrifice. If you keep blaming yourself you'll end up completely broken, and my brother and Lupin and
Tonks and Collin and even your parents would have died to protect a coward."
This hit Harry hard, just as Ginny knew it would. "Your right Gin, but that wont stop me from thinking
that some of those deaths could have been prevented," said Harry.
"I know, but as long as you don't let it paralyze you those deaths will have meant something." Ginny
said as she started to stroke Harry's head, running her hands through his long grimy hair and laughed.
"You need to get your self cleaned up, get your hair cut, and shave."
Harry let out a laugh and picked up his newly repaired wand from the bedside table. He waved it and
with a small puff of smoke his face looked almost exactly as it had before he Ron and Hermione had
left nearly a year ago. The only differences were a few new scars, and a new look in Harry's eye, the
look of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders was gone, it had been replaced by a look of
deep sadness and relief. Sadness for the people who had died helping him defeat Voldemort and relief
that no one else had to die for him, relief that it was finally over.
Ginny looked at the person lying next to her, it wasn't the Harry that had kissed her in front of all of
Gryffindor house last year, it was the Harry that had been fighting Voldemort for almost 7 years and
had finally won. He was still the Harry that had saved her from the Chamber of Secrets 6 years ago, he
was still the same Harry that had been able to lead the DA in his fifth year. Ginny was ok with this
Harry, this was the Harry she had had a childhood crush on, and the same Harry she had some how
fallen in love with last year. This was the Harry that, to others, seemed spontaneous in his decisions,
and those decisions always seemed to work out well. But those who knew him well knew that almost
every action he took against Voldemort over the last 7 years had been carefully planed and thought out,
although sometimes the logic was a bit skewed, and sometimes it was completely wrong. And Ginny
knew him better than anybody, even his two best friends.
"Harry, I think I love you," said Ginny suddenly. She was immediately horrified that she had said it, she
didn't mean to, it had just come out. But when she thought about it she knew it was true, the words felt
perfect to her.
"Gin, I know I love you," said Harry, not missing a beat. He wasn't all that surprised of Ginny's
feelings. He felt that he knew her better than anybody else, and that she knew him better than he knew
himself. He knew he would do anything to protect her, and already had. He knew he wanted to spend
the rest of his life with her, and was sure that she felt the same way.
"Good," said Ginny a small smile spreading across her face, "because now I can be sure that I do love
you." She leaned over and kissed him again, this time only giving him a quick peck on the lips before
getting up and running out the door and down the stairs in to the common room.
Harry ran after her and found her at the bottom of the stairs. She was staring at something in the middle