whipped outside, lashing at the windows and bringing in the
darkness. In her room, a girl lie unmoving on her bed as if death
itself had her in its very grasp.
Her heart ached beyond explanation. It hurt, but was numb at the same time.
one had seen him since that day, that day now four days past.
Voldemort had been defeated and in the same flash of light he,
too, was gone. The boy with the messy black hair, the deepest
green eyes and the smile that could express so much joy and pain, often
It had been four days, that was all she could think about. Four days.
It felt like four years to her. Now and then her brain engaged
with reality long enough to wonder if anyone else really cared.
Or perhaps they were only interested in Voldemort’s final defeat.
What about the boy? she wondered. What about the sacrifice he made? Doesn’t it count for anything? Doesn’t anyone love him… like I do?
had stopped crying after the first day, her body having disconnected
from her mind. She couldn’t feel her arms. She couldn’t
feel her hands. The skin around her eyes cracked from the remains
of old tears, but that was a welcome pain. It was one she
wanted. Just to feel something, anything, beyond the confines of
With a twinge of panic,
she realized she was trapped in her own mind. She threw herself
off the bed and dashed for the open window, wanting to see what it
would feel like to fly through the air and wait for him to catch
The feeling of
nothingness made her throat tighten painfully. She hadn’t even
moved off the bed. It was all in her mind. She couldn’t
The blanket was wrapped
tightly around her like a burial cloth. Her white-knuckled hands
grasped at it, pulling it even tighter. It was everything she
could do to push out the world and lock in her agony. Her mind
whirled. It doesn’t matter if I make it through this, she thought, he’s not here and there’s no one else. What will I do? Where will I go… without him?
threw her arm across her face and rolled onto her side, facing the
window. Her tired eyes drifted across the room, glazed, but
opened wide in fear as they fell on the photo by her bed. In it
he sat reading while she leaned against his knees in front of the
fire. It was a picture of bliss and happiness and warmth.
took only one swing for the picture to fly across the room and shatter
against the opposite wall. Inside her, something heaved like a
lead block and it pushed its way up into her throat. The
ache! She struggled to overcome it, to continue to feel nothing,
but it crept forcefully up and a hot tear slid down her cheek, etching
a new line of pain with it.
she cried softly, “why did you have to leave? I wasn’t done
yet. It wasn’t your time. We still had years to go and a
life to live. You can’t be gone! You can’t be… you can’t
She wiped a tear away with
her finger and watched the candlelight flicker off its glossy
surface. Her hands went to her face and covered her eyes, wishing
she could block out the light forever. To never have to feel pain again! What a wonderful thing that would be!
eyes rolled up in her head and she was asleep once again. The
candle burned low, guttering in its holder and finally going out in a
stream of smoke. It drifted over her wretched form and then
disappeared in a moment.
night air closed in around the house and with it came dreams of
darkness, of flashes of light, of screams and then nothing. No
one remained behind in the inky blackness of the battle in her mind.
arms out in front of her, she pelted blindly ahead through the rain,
screaming until she slipped on something hard and fell to the muddy
earth. Her eyes ran behind her and caught a glimpse of a ghostly
hand holding a wand pointing straight ahead. The face was deathly
white and unmoving.
Above the blank eyes, a lightning bolt scar glistened in the rain.
screams startled her back to reality and she found herself prone on the
floor, locked up tight in her own bedding. Yet again she wished
for real pain. Anything to make her feel something, to give her
mind an outlet for its insanity. Nothing came and her unblinking
eyes stared at the ceiling, seeing but unseeing.
last touch had been one of tenderness, his fingers on her cheek like a
feather brushing back her tears. He was going. He had to
go, to protect her as well as the others. His last kiss was light
and quick, but filled with passion. As he slipped from her arms
in her memory, her bedroom faded slowly away again.
was standing outside in the rain, her eyes searching for him.
Always searching. It was what she had done for hours after the
last battle. Nothing mattered: not food, not family, only
him. She knew she would find him if she only looked long
enough. Hours, days, weeks, it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t give
up. When they finally dragged her in, her arms and legs shook,
but her eyes still unconsciously searched. They were meant for
only one person, for him.
She would find him. She had to find him. Life just couldn’t exist without him.
sound of knuckles on wood lifted her mind back to her room long enough
to deceive herself into hoping, then it fell back into emptiness.
Ron stood before her, looking down with eyes that held all of the same
pain, but bottled up behind an unmovable barrier.
was limp as he moved her body from the floor back to the bed. The
blankets were cold, but she didn’t feel them. As he moved about
the bed, casting warming spells and tucking her in, only one thing kept
her in the same room with him.
tear,” she said, reaching a pale, shaking finger toward his face.
He turned away, sniffing, and wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“You rest now,” his voice shook, “he… he wouldn’t want us… to feel like…” His shoulders shook and his voice was lost.
was lost, too. Her mind drifted back again to their last moment,
to his words and the way his mouth looked as he said them.
in love with you, Ginny. I’m in love with you, always and
forever. No matter what, I promise I’ll be here with you, in
you.” He touched his hand to her heart. His green eyes
burned with passion. He had never sounded so serious in his
life. Her heart ached, feeling him pulling away, a small part of
her knowing she would never see him again, but unwilling to believe
it. His hand lingered in hers only for a moment and his eyes bore
into her. They were filled with the weight of the world when they
only wanted to be filled with sights of her.
thoughts drifted away from that moment, but didn’t land anywhere.
Only darkness remained. No light, no candle, only darkness so
thick it pressed on her like a dead weight.
a voice. Small at first, but growing stronger, calling her
name. She opened her eyes and once again found herself in her
room. Her cold fingers found the edge of the heavy blanket and
peeled it back. She forced herself to walk to the window,
unknowingly pulling it open and kneeling on the floor. Drops of
warm rain splashed her face, mixing with salty tears that crept slowly
from her eyes as they began their work again. Searching, always
The rain slowed, but
grew colder and she reached outside to pull herself onto the roof,
unfeeling of the change. A valley between her window and the next
held her in silence while her eyes did their work. Her fingers
trembled and her mind wrenched again and again. A small voice in
her head cried out, claiming his loss forever, and her mind was gone
caressed her hair and his eyes followed them through as if memorizing
every strand. In the light of the fire, he watched the sparkling
crimsons and auburns as they teased his senses. Then with a small
grimace, he began to pull away.
watched you walk away,” she said into the rain and the night.
“And I didn’t even say ‘I love you’. You never heard me say
it! I love you, Harry. I love you, I love you. Why
didn’t I say it?” She clawed at her face with her hands and shook
with guilty sobs. The rain streamed down on her, chilling her
‘Harry,’ she mouthed silently. Her eyes continued to grow weaker until they slipped shut again.
was running in fear, chased by something only in her mind, stumbling,
falling, and getting up again. The earth grasped at her feet and
her fingernails clawed at it as she desperately tried to get
away. It was consuming her and her screams went unheard.
there was pain, real pain, and she gripped her elbow in her other hand,
feeling the blood trickle down. A sick smile came across her face
as she turned and saw the metal that had gouged her fair skin.
Her smile turned desperately to screams that got lost in her
throat. Her eyes frantically searched everything in sight while
the rain plastered her hair to her neck and thinned the blood that ran
from her arm.
She fell slowly
back against the slate shingles, fighting to remain conscious.
Her tears were suddenly real again and for a moment she felt
her body shake with pent up emotion. Her voice wailed quietly,
only to herself, while her arms lay at her sides, caressing the cold
“Why did I let you love me
back?” she cried. “Why didn’t I just leave you alone?
Harry, look at me. I can’t find my way back without you. I
want to go with you.” She looked up. “Where are you,
Harry? I want to come! WHERE ARE YOU?” She looked
and when her voice was lost, there was no noise but that of the rain
hitting the siding. Her love was lost. Gone forever.
She couldn’t even find a way to go with it, for it went off in a
thousand directions at once, still searching, but without hope.
Her very soul cried out to him, reaching for him, her last lifeline
before all was lost. Her heart burned with fire and pain, but she
steadily grew colder inside.
let go of the cold stone shingles and felt her body begin to slide with
the rain. Like her mind, there was nowhere to go but down.
Her senses didn’t even register as she slipped past the edge of the
roof and plummeted toward the ground. Only a bush stopped her
from a deadly fall, slicing into her arms and legs with its fine
branches. She rolled onto the ground, grasping at the muddy soil
to pull herself upright. First onto her knees, then standing,
wavering slowly back and forth, her eyes searching wildly about
her. Blood seeped slowly from her many cuts and scrapes.
step. Another step. A third. She was crying openly
again, hugging her arms around her, unconsciously shivering from the
icy cold that was now reaching into her soul. It was like a hand
grasping at her, clutching at her life. It continued to drain her
and each forward step was agony.
her drenched, blood-stained nightgown she appeared as a corpse standing
in the lane. She leaned on each fence post for support. Her
mind was blank save for one surviving thought, finding him.
For him her eyes searched and searched, pale as her skin. The
bright brown that once shown deeply from within was now dull and faint.
last ounce of strength took her from the fence into the lane where she
collapsed and all was quiet. The raindrops touched her skin,
trying to steal away the last bit of warmth left in her. Her
lungs screamed with her efforts to cry out, but her voice was only a
Suddenly, as if flipped off by a switch, the clouds parted and her mind cleared.
began to speak, using up the rest of her energy. “My love will
always be with you, Harry. My life was only for you and even
though we weren’t together very long, it was real. I love
you. I loved you.”
Her voice was lost and now only sounded in her mind with the words she so desperately wanted to say.
I love you.
mind played these words over and over again as her eyes closed.
The darkness of the night gave way to pure, soothing black and she knew
it wouldn’t be long until the end came. Her only thought was that
she would be with him again.
mind began to go dark and in her dream, strong arms lifted her,
cradling her close while a soft weeping came to her ears. She was
moving, but not of her own accord. The darkness was
all-consuming, blotting out all sight, all sound, but for the hot
breath of the one bringing her to the end. Soon, warmth began to
spread through her body. It was a feeling like she had never
known before. It grew from the inside, slowly at first, but more
rapidly as it spread. She felt her skin drying and a warm red
light began to filter through her eyelids. The strong arms never
left her and she felt comforted by them as if they were restoring her
“Ginny,” a disembodied
voice cried sadly, tweaking her senses with its deep strength and
awakening her further. The light grew in brightness to a dull
pink, nearly hurting her mind. She tried to shy away from it, but
it continued to grow until she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
eyes flitted open for a moment and reality mixed with dreams as she
stared into depths of green that cradled her close, rocking her
slowly. That voice. The pain of it ground all thought to a
halt and she could only listen.
it said again, softly, tenderly. “Stay here with me. Don’t
go. I’ll never leave your side again. We can be together,
forever. We can l-love each other. Stay with me,
girl. Please, stay with me.”
she heard the muffled sounds of crying and wondered why anyone would
cry in this place. Warmth and peace filled her and she felt no
pain now. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to look around
and see the wonderful world she had entered. With all her might,
she forced them open and looked into the eyes of love.
It was him. The boy she loved. It was Harry.
couldn’t move her head, but she flicked her eyes around and saw her
family, standing, holding each other. Their tears ran unchecked
and their eyes filled with something new as they saw her stir.
But Harry, Harry was so close – holding her in his arms, cradling her
to his chest. His face but inches from hers and his eyes… she had
missed those eyes so much. And now they were there, burning with
life and pain.
A tear ran down his nose and without knowing it, she reached a shaky hand toward it.
“Your tear,” she managed to whisper.
“And yours,” he answered, wiping a finger across her cheek and bringing with it a single, hot tear.
Her voice trembled, “Harry? Is it really you?”
he calmed her. “It’s me. I’m still here. I was gone
for a while, but I’m back now.” He tried to control his own
voice, but his worry was evident. “Ginny, don’t you leave me
now. You… you were nearly gone when I found you. I love
you. Please don’t go.” Another tear dropped down onto her
arm and she felt its warmth on her skin. It was a feeling she
could hardly remember and it was warm and unexpected.
“Harry,” she tried to speak, but he put a single finger on her lips, silencing her and shaking his head.
“No,” he said. “You need to rest. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave your side for a second.”
She shook her head a fraction of an inch.
“Harry, I… I love you.” Her eyes closed and she fell quietly to sleep.
to his word, Harry never left her side for a moment until she woke up
and he was satisfied she would be okay. After that it was many
weeks of intense recovery, both for him and for her. They spent
many nights in St. Mungo’s and many hours resting and taking healing
In the end, no one ever
knew what had happened to Harry. His own memory left off when he
killed Voldemort and began again when he lifted Ginny’s lifeless body
from the lane by her house. Some believed it was her love calling
him back, but no one ever really knew.
for their love, it grew by leaps and bounds, seeing them through their
wedding day, children, grandchildren and on. Through all that
happened they never forgot that they had both faced death and
returned. They lived each day like it was a new day full of life
and happiness, remembering that their love had kept them alive, even
when only an inch from death.
For such is the love of Harry and Ginny.
~ The End ~
– Hmm, okay, this is completely different from anything I’ve ever put
my fingers to before. I’d love to hear what you think of it,
especially compared to my other work. Please review, good or
bad. A special thanks to my beta for her forgiveness of my
commas. Drama can be so hard, can’t it? By the way, it was
a BIG bush.