A/N: I promise to start on the next chapter of Skye Night after this. I haven't had a lot of time on my hands recently and the things that I actually have written was one my phone, whereas this originates from my PC again.

This was born from an Afrikaans song, though it's not a songfic. This is gonna be a series of unrelated drabbles, of every woman behind the Harry Potter men. I thought to begin with Harry, because he's our hero. And I don't own HP.

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Behind every man

Harry and Ginny

Ginny appraised Harry. The battle had just ended, and he was midst a very large hug. She among the huggers. She smiled radiantly at him, but she noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He was tired, immensely so. She wondered how long it was since he'd had a good sleep.

The massive hug broke up, and group by group they returned to the Great Hall, or what once was the Great Hall. The house tables were back, but no one even thought of sitting according to them. She went to her family, not forgetting Harry, but thinking to talk to him later.

If it had been her, she'd want to be alone and allowed time to process it. He'd saved them all, and the fighting was over. No more running, no more tears.

There would be tears, she thought as she looked at George. But not for the future generations.

She looked over at Harry; he was sitting next to Luna. The next thing she knew he was gone and Luna pointed to a random spot in the air.

She thought she heard a whisper from behind Ron, and he and Hermione got up and left. In the hallway Harry appeared, his cloak draped over his arm.

She stood up and followed them. Maybe, when Harry was alone, she could talk to him then.

She didn't hear anything he told them, but she did know something revolutionary had happened in the battle. Or before or after, but harry had a new respect for the dead Potions Master – no one could wrap their heads around that fact.

The trio stopped in front of the Headmaster's study and the gargoyle let them up.

She waited outside. Soon the hall was crowded by people, who'd noticed Harry's absence. She rolled her eyes – didn't they have any tact at all?

The staircase opened again and Harry and his friends had been revealed. They were swarmed within seconds, and Harry, Ginny noticed, looked ready to collapse. She calmly stepped forward, penetrating the crowd with ease and she reached Harry. She turned to the crowd, her wand lifted.

"Get the hell away or I'll bat-bogey you all to next Tuesday!" She yelled. The crowd fell silent, and, at a glare from one very angry Weasley female, dissipated.

She smiled, satisfied.

Harry smiled tiredly in thanks. He slipped his hand into hers and the pair walked to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry smiled to himself. As long as there was a woman, behind every man, to protect him like that, the world would have fewer problems.