Help Me Cause Im Breaking Down
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Rating: R for language, violence, sexuality, ^__^
Pairing: Ginny/Draco, Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna, Blaise/OC
Disclaimer: I own Angelina, her family, Kit Lanchester, and any one else you don't recognize from the Harry Potter series
Ginny suffers through so much in her sixth year, and who's there to help her pick herself up? No one… for now.
Epilogue: The End of the Beginning
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Ginny with bruises, cuts, a broken finger, a gash up her left arm, bloody sword in her hand, walked into Dumbledore's office first.
Harry, bruised, dirty, cut, slashed, bleeding, and in pain walked in after her.
Ron, with a broken arm, two broken fingers, and a broken rib, wheezed and limped into the room with his head held high.
Draco, with nothing but three bruises, dirt on his clothes, and a cut on his bicep, watched Ginny intently before climbing the rest of the steps and walking into the Headmasters office.
Blaise, broken arm, sprained ankle, slash on his hip, and a broken finger, walked in as well.
Hermione, with a fractured knee, bruises, cuts, and a broken toe, walked with her head held high, and small confident smile on her face into her idol's office.
Angelina walked in last with a broken leg, three broken ribs, a slash above her eye, dirt on her face, sprained arm, busted lip, and slash on her thigh, limped in with the help of her mother.
Jason, James, Landon, and Christina followed Angelina and Crystal, and then Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fred, George entered, George closing the door behind them.
"Ron!" Luna cried, grabbing him in a tight hug, "I'm so glad you're alright! I love you!" She let out tears, then pulled away and slapped his shoulder, "You bloody left with out me!"
He chuckled and pulled her close again with his good arm, and said, "I love you too."
Dumbledore smiled and magicked in chairs. All sat, except Ginny who looked between Albus, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.
She tossed the sword, mixed with Percy and Voldemort's blood, onto his desk, "Voldemort's dead. So is Percy Weasley." She turned her head slightly as her mother took a shuddering breath, she knew that she'd said that coldly, like she had no heart or care that her brother was dead at her hands, but frankly, she didn't give a damn. To her, Percy was no longer a Weasley when he got the Dark Mark.
"Potter killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Names?" McGonagall asked, surprised to say the least.
"No. Miss Weasley here did." Albus said, waving a hand towards her, smiling softly, "And I see that book I gave you Miss Weasley came in handy."
"The Death Eaters had their signal, the Order of the Phoenix now has theirs."
"Thank you Miss Weasley."
"Thank you, Professor."
"Considering recent events of your defeat of the Dark Lord, maybe at the end of the year you could be tested as a seventh year, and graduate early." He offered, a twinkle in his eye.
"Thank you Professor, but I'll pass. I still have a lot to learn, and if I want to become half of the woman I've set myself to become, I should stay here at Hogwarts for my last year." Ginny said, sitting down slowly between Angelina, and Draco.
"Ah, yes. Of course Miss Weasley." He seemed a bit disappointed.
"You should send a clean up crew to the Museum. It's a bloody mess." Ron said, attempting a small pun, which earned a few small smiles.
"Yes, good assessment Mister Weasley." Dumbledore walked over to his fireplace and flooed in the Minister of Magic.
As they conversed, Angelina sighed, "If I don't go to Madame Pomfrey soon, I'll die. And that's quite possibly, literally." She stood up, and thanked Dumbledore, before leaving, followed by Blaise, Draco, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Harry, whom all had agreed.
"You guys stay here. Have Dumbledore fill you in. I'll go hear it from the Horses mouth." Jason Michaels said, following a few minutes later.
"I'll come too. I want to make sure Ron's ok. So that I can kill him." Luna said, standing up and walking with him.
"Ow." Angelina whined as antiseptic was applied to her cuts.
"Oh, stop whining Miss Michaels. It's your own fault. Going after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You should be locked up in St. Mungo's! The lot of you!"
Draco sighed and held Ginny closer as she rolled her eyes at the nurse.
"Ya'know, I still have something to tell you."
"Later." Ginny said, "Right now, I just want to get healed and go to sleep." She said, her eyes drooping.
She nodded off and suddenly felt no pain. She woke up and saw she was completely healed.
"Thank you." She muttered to Madame Pomfrey, before laying back and falling asleep.
"Angelina." A soft voice called to the drifting girl.
"What? Dad? What's wrong?" She asked.
"What were you thinking going after Voldemort? You should've left that up to the pros."
"The "pros" couldn't find you when an "un-pro" did." She told him matter-of-factly, with a defensive note in her voice, "And, said "un-pros", killed Voldemort and his Death Eaters, when the "pros" couldn't." She said and stuck her tongue out at him childishly.
"That's my girl." He drew out with a proud smile, "Got Auror blood in you, you do. My dad was an Auror, his father before him, and his father and mother."
"Great grampa was an Auror? You never told me that."
He sighed, "Yes. He was unfortunately killed in the line of duty. Voldemort took a lot of peoples' loved ones."
"Including ours." She said sadly, "I love you dad, you know I do, but I've gotta get some sleep or I might scream. Come and wake us up for the Feast." She told him, reaching over and hugging him.
"Love you too Angel." He whispered hugging her close.
Ginny's dream
She was in the field again, but she wasn't scared. The wind whipped through her long hair, creating waves in the red sea. The crochet top protected her from the wind, the skirt moving in the wind , her bare feet surprisingly warm.
"The Trouble With Love Is, It Can Tear You Up Inside, Make Your Heart Believe A Lie, It's Stronger Than Your Pride, The Trouble With Love Is, It Doesn't Care How Fast You Fall, And You Can't Refuse The Call, See You've Got No Say At All!" She sang, she had picked up the habit to sing to herself from Angelina.
"You always did have a beautiful voice."
She turned around and ran into his strong protecting arms, "I did it! I killed them. They're gone. You're avenged."
"I'll never be avenged Ginny. That's not what the dreams were about. They were meant to teach you something."
"What? That its alright to see your brother murdered by your other brother and not do a thing about it?"
"It was to show you what other families go through. What Harry went through, your friend Angelina's grandfather, Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, Nymphadora Tonks, so many people know who killed loved ones, but can't do anything about it, without becoming a murderer like Voldemort."
"You think I'm a murderer?"
"No. But Ginny, you set off a chain of events that'll change your future. For the best, and for the worst."
She opened her mouth but only a small squeak came out.
"No, I have to go."
"When will I see you again?"
"You won't. I'm moving on, Gin. I love you." He kissed her cheek slowly and faded.
Ginny sat up with a gasp and looked at her watch. 545. Fifteen minutes till the Feast. Angelina, Blaise, Draco, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Luna were gone.
She sighed and stood up, leaving the Hospital Wing, she aimlessly wondered through the castle, not really seeing a thing, until she made it to the lake. The sun was slowly being swallowed by the sky, and the moon rose high. She swayed on the spot, dancing to imaginary music, hugging herself in the cool spring air.
"You're beautiful." Draco's voice whispered in her ear, sending pleasurable chills up and down her spine.
"You're amazing." She whispered back, her eyes still closed, a content smile on her face.
"I love you." He told her, looking deeply into her eyes when she opened them in surprise.
"Draco, I…" She was speechless, "I love you." She croaked out wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him deeply.
Cheers sounded from the school when Dumbledore told them of Voldemort's defeat, but nothing penetrated the couple as they kissed passionately. They kissed till the sun went down, and the moon rose high, stars following.
"I wish that this relationship would never end." She panted out loudly.
A shooting star passed over head as she said that.
In the heavens, a newly crossed over Charlie Weasley, waved his hand and said, "Wish granted." Smiling, he winked down at them.
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Yep, fluffy ending. Of course. I just wanted to thank everyone that has reviewed and read this story.