The Final Horcrux

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

This is written in first person from Ginny's point of view.

(a/n: Thanks to all of those who encouraged this chapter. I hope it is what you expected.)

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I watched as his coffin was taken to the large marble platform. I wept silently at the back of the crowd, knowing that my only love was inside of that mahogany box.

It was more like a mahogany trap than a box; trapping him inside of it, away from me.

My twin brothers came over to me, smiling broadly. I stopped weeping immediately, knowing full well the effect of the cheering charms they used.

"How's our baby sister going?" They asked me, grinning.

I just stared at the front of the procession, where Ron was carrying his body in that awful box and refused to reply. I knew that if I spoke then I would start crying again.

"I think I see tears on your face, Ginny," Fred said and wiped my wet cheeks.

I pushed his hand away. George grinned at his twin and they both did a powerful Cheering Charm on me. My sad face forcefully and reluctantly turned into a smile and I went down to where people were already lining up to say goodbye to the Boy-Who-Lived.

I watched as people smiled down at the closed coffin, whispering their blessings and thanks to him.

Hermione barely kept back her tears as she whispered goodbye to her best friend and laid a boquet of red and gold roses on the lid. Her fiancee wrapped an arm around her protectively and Ron led her away, having already said goodbye before bringing him down.

If not for the continuous cheering charms on him, Neville would have burst out crying, I was sure of it. Luna hugged him tightly and whispered something in his ear dreamily. He nodded, his face smiling even though his eyes were tearing and let her lead him away.

People left photo's of Lily and James, of Sirius, Remus. Photo's of Harry as a baby before he was taken away to the Muggle world...

Harry's aunt had come alone, as he had requested. She looked genuinuely upset that he had died and was wearing black respectively. She laid a photo of herself with Lily when she was pregnant. From what Harry had told me about his aunt, I knew that he would have been surprised that she had a photo of her sister.

I listened as people told him soft stories of his birth and parents. They never spoke one word of him, all too afraid to do so in case they started crying. You don't go against the dead's final wishes, no matter how much you want to cry...

I saw my mother and father up ahead, both being brave by not crying. My father looked happy, although only through the spells forced on him by the twins. My mother had her face in one of her many handkerchief's that she had brought. She hadn't cried a single drop inside the funeral, only outside and I was sure she would cry even more afterwards...

It was eventually my turn and I was sure that everyone there was watching me. I just looked at the coffin and thought of Harry, my one and only love.

I thought of the first time I saw him at Platform 9 and 3/4; playing Quidditch; in the hallway. The first kiss he had given me, only last year. The night I had given myself to him. The look on his face after Albus died; the sad look on his face when he parted from me. I thought of the promise he made me, the promise he couldn't keep.

I promise I'll see you again...

"You lied!" I cried. My emotions pushed past both of the twins Cheering Charms and I wept on his coffin. I felt arms wrap around me and pushed my brother away.

"Come on, Ginny. He didn't want anyone to cry. Respect his wishes," Ron said quietly.

I pushed him away then stumbled outside, still weeping.

"Ginny," a voice said nearby. I looked and paled in shock.

"Harry?" I whispered. He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise," his voice whispered in my ear. He kissed my tear-stained cheek lightly, his cool lips making me shiver for a second. "I love you," he whispered again and then he disappeared.

"No! Don't go!" I yelled desperately. "Please! You can't leave me!" There was no reply and tears ran down my cheeks again. "I need to tell you something..." I cried as I sank to the ground. "I'm pregnant," I sobbed quietly, weeping again.

I watched in amazement as flowers sprung up from where my tears had dropped onto the ground. I touched one tentatively, almost afraid that the beautiful flowers weren't real.

"Ginny?" Neville came out and stared at the flowers beneath my face. "Wow... Where did you get those?" He asked and came closer.

I didn't reply. I took the flowers from the ground and walked back inside, feeling surprisingly calm. I watched as Harry's coffin came closer towards me.

My hand outstretched towards the coffin and I laid the flowers on the lid. The tears I had originally wept on the coffin made their way towards the flowers. As the tears touched the flowers, they started to grow, spreading over Harry's coffin.

My sadness covered his coffin, weaving its way around the mahogany box and spreading to every part of my only love's final resting place. Soon, not one part of the original coffin could be seen. Only the flowers covered it and for some reason that made me feel at peace.

As Harry's coffin was lowered into the ground, I thought I heard Harry's voice whisper Lily and it was then that I knew that no matter how long it took, Harry would wait for me where ever he was.

Until I could see him again, he would watch over me and our baby girl, Lily Weasley...

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(a/n: Ok, as much as I 'wanted' to make this a one-shot, I am going to have to make either a spin off with Lily, or do another chapter ten years later... The story line has got me hooked now...

Thanks for reading, and please review!)