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It was over. All over. The war had ended and they had won.

Harry should be happy, but currently, he is just tired.

He tried to sleep, but it was as if the universe didn't wanted him to. He would fall asleep and wake up with terrible nightmares.

Some of them were overwhelming, but bearable, but one...

Bellatrix was fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she duelled three at once: Hermione, Ginny and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them, and Harry's attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot directly at Ginny, hitting her square on the chest.

His heart stopped. It was as if the Dementors had attacked them. Every moment spent with her came flying in his memory. She can't be dead! He couldn't live without her. But her body was unmoving. She was dead.

There's was no reason to come back, maybe he would commit suicide after finishing Voldemort, because he knows, only he can finish him, but what next? There was no reason in living anymore.

Bellatrix was laughing mirthlessly. Blood boiled in his veins, he would take revenge, of Sirius, of Dobby, of Neville's parents, and most importantly, of Ginny.

He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways.

"YOU HAVE DONE WRONG, YOU BITCH!"

Mrs Weasley thew of her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger.

All other duels in the room stopped as everyone - good and bad, stopped to watch the fight between Voldemort and the three professors and Bellatrix and Molly Weasley.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly's curses danced around her. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie and Ginny?"

"You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!" screamed Mrs Weasley.

Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backwards through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did.

Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.

Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what has happened, then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.

Harry woke up for the fifth time after having the same painful nightmare. Hermione had told him to take some dreamless sleep draught from Madam Pomfrey, but according to him, she was busy treating people with greater injury and he shouldn't disturb her for just a nightmare.

He went down to the common room to find it empty, except some people sleeping on couches. As he went near the windows, he caught the sight of the girl he loved, sitting on one of the couches alone, lost in her thoughts.

He went and sat next to her.

"Ginny?" he said gently.