The waters flow red (Chapters 1/?)

By Bunnybee

Chapter 1

Darling Harry, this may be the last time I ever see you. My destiny was to see you, to love you, even be loved by you, but never to remain at your side. This is not the way I would have chosen it, but time has taken its toll on my heart and I see that it has also affected yours. I will never forget you, nor ever stop loving you. Your love kept me alive; your heart beat with mine. I love you. Ginny.

Harry's hand shook as he reread the last letter Ginny had given him. It had been three years since he had seen her, talked to her, kissed her. But he had never stopped loving her. Through Ron, he always knew where she was, travelling around the world, helping others in a Muggle organisation, but always alone. Harry knew she had remained single ever since she had left him, but never wrote to him again.

As he fought against evil in the Magical Community, especially against Voldemort and his Death - Eaters, Ginny had dedicated her life to fighting against and helping those who had suffered in the arms of other people in the Muggle community. It was impossible to explain the bond between the two people, but even Ron, who had been wracked ever since the Dark Lord murdered Hermione, saw that no matter how far apart they were physically, their lives ran the same course. Theirs was a deeper, truer, better love than Ron had ever known.

One day, many years after Harry had finally overthrown the Dark Lord, there was a knock on his bedroom door. Harry, in a deep sleep, his scar having finally magically faded away, did not awake. With a trembling hand, a young woman with flaming red hair quietly opened the door and walked in. She gasped as she saw the body of a grown up Harry Potter. Tears sprang to her eyes as she remembered his messy black hair, and the number of times she had run her fingers through it during the days of their love. Biting her lower lip to stop herself from crying aloud, she stepped up to his relaxed body, and kissed him. Harry awoke with a start, and stared at the deep grey eyes that bore into his bright green ones.

"Ginny?" He questioned.

"Hello, Harry. " Ginny said quietly, smiling.

"What are you doing here? How long are you staying?"

"I'm fine, I've missed you a lot though. Erm…I don't know why I'm here, something just told me to see you, for one last time, because… 'cause…. Oh Harry! I'm scared! I don't know why I'm here, it’s not that I don’t want to see you, but something told me that you, or me, or both of us… We're in danger. Not from Voldemort," she said, assuring Harry. " But from a new source of evil -the unavenged souls of our murdered friends. " This last line was a question. Ginny's pale face was almost transparent as she gazed into Harry Potter's eyes. They had always given her strength.

" Ginny, what do you mean? That Hermione, Ron, er…Draco Malfoy and what Dumbledore are all out to get us? Why, because we survived? Because I annihilated Voldemort? Why?!"

"Harry, I don't know. All I know is that I've been having dreams that are all the same. We're walking in the ForbiddenForest. Suddenly, Lupin, in his werewolf form, springs at us, from behind a big tree. There is a huge hunk of meat hanging out of his mouth. He deposits it on the floor, and … it's …it’s Ron's head. The mouth opens and an echo comes out. It says 'it's your Fault, your entire fault. You will pay. You'll both pay.'

"Oh, Ginny! Don't worry we both can fight this, you know we can."

" Listen to the rest. We pass on. Hermione comes up to you, and she puts her finger on your scar. It glows red and then a trickle of blood starts flowing from it. As the blood reaches your eyes, it turns green, and then when I try to wipe it away, it turns black. Like ink. It stings, and a long thin scar comes. Like lightning, across your whole face. Hermione disappears, and Dumbledore comes. He places a hand on each of your heads, and the pain, its like he's got tiny needles sticking n his hands and is sticking them into our heads. The needles bore into our heads deeper and deeper; the pain is so bad that I faint. When I come to, you're dead. Dumbledore killed you. Then, Draco, like you said, comes and kills me. I don' know how. All I know is that I can't feel anything after he touches my skin. Not pain, not anything. "

" When did you start having this dream?"

" Three nights ago. I came as soon as I could, because this obviously affects you. And I have no one else. They're all dead. "

" Ginny, this is either you suffering from extreme paranoia, for some reason, or, this is serious trouble. But how could Dumbledore kill me? Why? Fudge ended up killing him, under the Imperius Curse and I killed Fudge. With Hermione, erm…she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Voldemort was about to hit me with the Avada Kedavra curse, but she suddenly Apparated in front of him. Ron forgave me for that, because he knew it wasn't my fault. That was not my fault, I can't… I couldn't stop her from Apparating, I didn't even know she knew where I was. I've been paying for that for the past ten years. Ron forgave me, and then… and then he was killed. Not by Voldemort, as was so popular, but by a Veela. You know how fascinated he had been by them ever since our fourth year, well, he was just walking in the garden, near the Burrow, when an angry Veela came up to him and slashed him to pieces. They… Veela…they eat humans when they are angry or hungry. Apparently. I couldn't do anything to help him. No one could have. A Veela can only die if another one kills it, because that's how magical they are. Ginny, I’ve missed you so much, that at times I thought I was going mad. I’ve been so lonely without you."