The Love of Harry and Ginny
By Felix Felicis
Disclaimer – All the characters belong to
J.K. Rowling, I’m just borrowing them for a bit and promise to return them no
worse for the wear.
A/N – 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 and bad.
The wind whipped outside,
lashing the windows and bringing in the darkness. In her room, a girl lay unmoving on her bed, as if death itself
had her in its very grasp.
Pain she felt. Pain beyond pain, because he was gone.
No one had seen him
since… that day. That day now four days
past. Voldemort was defeated, and in a
flash of light, he too was gone. The boy with the messy black hair, the
deepest green eyes, and the smile that could at once express joy and pain, and
often did both.
It had been four days,
that was all she could think… four days. It felt like four years. Now and then her brain engaged with reality
long enough to wonder if anyone else really cared or whether 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…
She had stopped crying
after the first day. Her body
disconnected from her mind. She
couldn’t feel her arms. She couldn’t
feel her hands. The skin around her
eyes hurt from the remains of old tears, but that was a welcome pain. It was one she wanted. Just to feel something, anything, beyond the
pain in her mind.
she thought, with a twinge of panic, I’m
trapped! Suddenly, 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 her. It made her throat tighten up again. She hadn’t even moved off the bed. No feeling, none at all.
The blanket wrapped tightly
around her like a burial cloth, her white-knuckled hands grasped at it, pulling
it even tighter, trying 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
would I do? Where would I go… without
him… without him?
She threw her arm across
her face and rolled onto her side, facing the window. Her lifeless eyes drifted across the room, glazed, but then
opened wide with fear as they fell on the photo by her bed. In it, he sat reading, while she leaned back
against his knees in front of the fire.
It was a picture of bliss and happiness and warmth.
It 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 slowly up and a hot
tear slid down her cheek, etching a new line of pain with it.
“Harry,” 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, a life to live.
You can’t be gone! You can’t be…
you can’t be.”
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!
Her eyes rolled up in her
head and she was asleep once again. The
candle burned low and finally went out in a small stream of smoke. It drifted over her wretched form, then
disappeared in a moment. The 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.
Her 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 pointed straight
ahead. The face was deathly white and
And above the blank eyes, a lightning bolt scar
glistened in the rain.
Her screams startled her
back to reality and she found herself prone on the floor, locked up tight in
her own tightly wrapped blanket. Yet
again wishing for real pain. Anything
to make her feel something, to give her mind an outlet for its insanity. But none came, and her unblinking eyes
stared at the ceiling, seeing but unseeing.
His 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,
the room faded slowly away.
She 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
She would find him. She had to find him. Life
couldn’t exist without him.
The sound of knuckles on
wood lifted her mind back to her room long enough to deceive herself into hoping,
but then fell back into emptiness. Only
Ron stood before her, looking down with eyes that held all of the same pain,
but bottled up behind an unmovable barrier.
She was limp as he moved
her body from the floor back to the bed.
The covers 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 as him.
“Your 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.
And she 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.
“I’m 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 tore into her.
They were filled with the weight of the world, when they only wanted to
be filled with her.
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
Then 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 searching.
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 from
somewhere cried out, claiming his loss forever, and her mind was gone once
His fingers 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
a small grimace, and he began to pull away.
“I 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 unfeeling skin.
‘Harry,’ she mouthed
silently. Her eyes continued to grow
weaker, until they slipped shut again.
She was running in fear, chased by something only
in her mind, stumbling, falling, and getting up again. The earth grasped at her feet, her
fingernails clawed at it as she desperately tried to get away. It was consuming her, and her screams went
Suddenly 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, as her eyes frantically covered 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 mouth wailed
quietly, only to herself, while her arms lay at her side, 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 around frantically.
She screamed, and when
her voice was lost there was no noise but that of the rain hitting the
siding. Her love was lost. Gone.
Forever. And she couldn’t even
find a way to go with it, for it went off in a thousand directions at once,
still searching. 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.
She 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 her 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 up. First
onto her knees, then standing, wavering slowly back and forth, her eyes
searching wildly about.
One 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.
Like a hand grasping at her, clutching her life, it continued to drain
her, and each step was agony.
In her drenched,
blood-stained nightgown she appeared as a corpse standing in the lane, leaning
on each fence post for support. Her
mind was blank, with only one thought surviving, him. For him, her eyes
searched and searched, pale as her skin.
The brown that once shown deeply from within was now dull and lifeless.
Her 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 at wanting to cry and her
voice was but a silent whisper now.
Suddenly, as if flipped off
by a switch, the clouds parted, and her mind cleared.
“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.’ Her 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.
Her 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, 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 eyes. The strong arms never
left her, and she felt comforted by them, as if they were feeding her very
“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.
Her 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
“Ginny,” it said again,
softly, tenderly. “Stay here with me,
don’t go. I’ll never leave your side
now. We can be together, forever. We can l-love each other. Stay with me, girl. Please, stay with me.”
Somewhere 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.
She 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
“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? Harry?”
“Shh,” 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 still shown through, “Ginny, don’t you leave me now. You… you were nearly… gone when I found
you. I – 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, 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, so much so that he almost thought he imagined it.
“Harry, I… I l-love
you.” Her eyes closed, and she fell quietly
True 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
In the end, no one ever
knew what had happened to Harry. His
own memory left off when he fought 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
As for their love, it
grew by leaps and bounds, seeing them through their wedding day, children,
grand-children, and on. Through all
that happened, though, they never forgot that they had both faced death and
returned, and 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
For such is the love of
Harry and Ginny.
~ The End ~