Harry Potter One-shots and headcannons

Ginny and Harry: It's My Fault

Ginny Weasley's P.O.V.

It's been a couple of days after the Battle Of Hogwarts. We all came back to burrow, Hermione and Harry included.

I hear sobs coming from the old shed. I follow the sound and discover Harry, hunched over, his head in his hands.

"Harry?" I ask tentatively. He looks up at me, his emerald green eyes glossy with tears. I walk up to him and engulf him in a hug. "Hey, what's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper in his ear.

"I'm so sorry Ginny. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. It should've been me. I did this. They died because of me." Harry says, through his sobs, hugging me back.

"What? No, no Harry. None of these deaths are your fault. You didn't kill them. They gave their life to change the world. They died fighting for what's right. It's not your fault." I say, pushing his hair off of his forehead. Playing with his hair to help him calm down. Harry buries his face into my hair. "What was it like this year? Being on the run?" I ask in an attempt to keep him talking.

"It was awful Ginny. After the deatheaters arrived at the wedding, Ron, Hermione, and I apparated to Grimmauld Place. Regulus Black stole the locket, one of Voldemort's horcruxs. We broke into the Ministry of Magic and stole it from Dolores Umbridge. When we were trying to escape, Ron got flinched. We ended up camping in the woods. I wore the horcrux. I can still hear the things it told me." Harry shudders. "We were in the woods for a while, trying to find the next horcrux and the sword of Gryffindor. Hermione and I went to Godric's Hollow to see if Bathilda Bagshot had the sword. Bathilda turned out to be Nagini in disguise and my wand snapped in half while we escaped. I was keeping watch one night and a doe patronus appeared. The patronus led me to the sword. It was in a pond, frozen beneath the ice. I jumped in to try and grab it but I couldn't get out. Someone pulled me out and retrieved the sword. It was Ron. All three of us were snatched and brought to Malfoy manner. There Hermione was tortured and we discovered Luna, Ollivander, and Dean. Dobby came and rescued us but he was killed by Bellatrix. We then went to Gringots  and broke into Bellatrix's vault. We got another horcrux. We then apparated to Hogwarts and the battle started." Harry finishes, I pull him closer, trying to hold him together. I can feel his body shake as he sobs.

"That's awful Harry. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm here for you. It will be okay. I promise." I say, kissing Harry's forehead.

"I can't sleep at night. Every time I fall asleep all I can see is you being tortured, and I can't get there fast enough. It's like my feet are glued to the floor. I watch you die in those dreams. Every night before I went to bed I would check the marauders map to see your name. I had to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you weren't okay." Harry pulls me closer, afraid I would drift away.

"I'm not going anywhere Harry. I'm okay." I say, holding onto to him like my life depends on it. "I'm never leaving you." I say, tears escaping my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Gin. It's my fault that Fred is dead. I should've given myself up sooner." Harry says. "Then maybe less people would've died. I don't deserve you. All I deserve is to die." Harry says, pulling away.

"Harry Potter Fred's death is not your fault! My brother knew what he was getting into!" I say, sobs taking over my body. "People still would've died Harry! You don't deserve to die." I say. "I love you." I whisper, barely loud enough to hear. "I love you Harry Potter and I have since I was 11. Nothing will change that." I say, hoping Harry will turn around. He does, and he engulfs me in a hug. We fall to the ground, still embracing each other.

"I love you too Ginny. When I went to the Forbidden Forest to die, and Voldemort was about to kill me, I thought of you." Harry says, resting his head on mine. "I don't know what I would do without you Gin." Harry tells me.

"I don't either." I whisper, happiest I've been in a long time.

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