No Mercy
The world was crumbling, falling, breaking. Or at least, it seemed to be. But not for Ginevra Weasley, for her world had been torn apart long ago. She had learned how to stand tall.
The world was moving in slow motion, as it was forced to its knees, more bodies collapsing to the shattered ground. Screams were lessening, but she preferred them there, so she knew they were alive.
But Ginny wasn’t fighting with them, she was staring down the person who ruined her in his cold, black eyes. Into an unrecognisable face that was so familiar.
The home she had called hers for the past six years was in rubbles, but she had expected that. She hadn’t expected the deaths. His hand hung limply from his place in Hagrid’s arms, and as the tears welled up in her eyes, Ginny knew in her sinking heart he wasn’t coming back. Not this time. Her childhood idol, her now lover, her forever soul mate, dead.
The wind blew her hair behind her, bringing the smell of death and destruction in its wake. The fire whipped around her, seemingly in slow motion, just like her hair. She swallowed the lump building in her throat. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. Harry was supposed to win this war for them, Harry was meant to defeat his parent’s killer, Harry was meant to finally get his happy ending.
But they were losing the war, they didn’t get justice, and Harry was… dead.
When the battle commenced, it was like Ginny wasn’t standing there. She wasn’t confronted, touched or even looked at. And she felt invincible. The fighting raged on but for just that moment, she was unnoticeable. Untouchable. Unbreakable.
A flame of rage, pain and determination ignited behind her eyes, and Ginny took a step forward. Her long legs almost unknowingly carried her to the center where Voldemort stared her down with emotionless eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat. Not even six years ago, this man – this monster, had scarred her mentally for the rest of her life. He controlled her, manipulated her, abused her and she didn’t even know. This was the man who made her kill animals. This was the man who was within an inch of being successful in murdering her. Voldemort looked completely unfamiliar to Tom Riddle, but his actions, his stare, his evil was something Ginny had to live with for a half year, and she couldn’t tell the difference.
Ginny Weasley breathed in. Harry was no longer here to lead them to victory, but she’ll be damned if she stepped down like an obedient little lamb. She lifted her head to meet his eyes once again, the fire in her own made even Tom Riddle falter. He’d regret messing with her mind. He’d regret messing with a Weasley. And finally, she was ready for justice. Finally she was ready for peace. Finally she took a stand. Finally, Ginny Weasley raises her wand, with such rage and pain burning in her eyes, making him for the first time realise he might not win. Because this was Ginny Weasley, and she knew no mercy.
She raised her wand with a shaky hand, but no she wasn’t nervous, she was angry. She wasn’t losing this, and for fucks sake, Harry, she wasn’t using ‘Expelliarmus’.
Harry. He’s gone. Ginny swallowed. She was doing this for Harry. But she knew that wasn’t entirely true. Ginny was doing it for James and Lily, for Moaning Myrtle, and even the one’s he only killed by starting this cause. For her brother. But most importantly, she was doing this for herself.
Memories flashed before her eyes, of murdering chickens, of being controlled, manipulated, or dying.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
The green light lit up the field in a way that made her feel calm. A full clear breath, a small smile, the features of a winner. Voldemort didn’t stand a chance.
All movement stopped, and only crackling fire was heard, as the thud of a mortal body hit the ground. The war was won.
And finally, Ginny Weasley took back a piece of herself that had been missing for five long years.