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Haunted by NaidatheRavenclaw
Chapter 1 : Haunted
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A/N: Hi guys! My first story up, though I've made some edits since then. I'd like to give a huge thanks to orderofthepheonix for beta'ing this for me. Helped me a ton! So if you want to let me know what you think, and I know you do, the review box at the bottom would be a great start.

You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break

We can't be together…The words echoed in Ginny's mind. Back in her room in the Burrow, she had all the time in the world to think about Harry. The words haunted her, embedding themselves in her brain, forcing her to relive the moment.

It's getting dark
And it's all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And it's coming over you
Like it's all a big mistake

The sun outside her window dipped below the horizon, slowly, slowly, robbing the room of its light. Ginny knew she should move from her position on her bed and light the lamps that lined her wall, but every limb in her body was paralysed. She couldn't move, would never be able to move. How could Harry act like their relationship was all just a mistake? It wasn't fair!

The shadows cast by her furniture burdened Ginny's eyes. Her heart pounded at the shape that vaguely resembled a human, but she knew it wasn't Harry coming to kiss her goodnight. Still, she couldn't trust her senses. Her ears wanted to hear Harry's voice calling her to dinner, but it was her mum. Her heart wanted to jump as it did when Harry came close, but it was empty, so empty.

Oh holding my breath
Won't lose you again
Something's made your
Eyes go cold

Ginny's breath came in dry, raspy, gasps. She wanted to freeze time, so Harry might come running up the stairs and throw himself into her arms. If she waited long enough…if she just sat here…surely Harry couldn't stay away from her forever. Miserable, her fiery red hair hung limply around her shoulders as, yet again, Harry's face filled her mind. Those green eyes hadn't looked at her with love when he ended it. They were unfeeling, emotionless as he bade her farewell.


Come on, come on
Don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
You're all I wanted

Come on, come on
Don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't turn back
Now I'm haunted


Ginny's stature gradually fell apart. Tears filled her eyes, streaming down her pale face. And then her whole body was shaking, racking with sobs. He had truly left her. Just when everything had been perfect. She thought she knew everything about him, so she should have seen this coming, but the shock hit her like a bullet to the head. Nothing was right anymore; her heart had been stolen, and she could never get it back. Never go back to where she had been, never find love again. Her only true love had disappeared, leaving her haunted.


Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said
To you

Ginny fell onto her pillow, tears still streaming down her cheeks. They disappeared into the cotton of her pillow. Her body began to shake less and less as she drifted into slumber.

But even sleep gave her no reprieve from her desperation. For no sooner had her eyes closed, than had Harry's slender frame walked into her consciousness. And again, he uttered those fateful words, and again he walked away. Ginny was left staring at his retreating back as she forced herself to turn away, awakening with a jolt. It was no use. She would never sleep in a state like this. Ginny had never been able to sleep unless her mind was clear.

Sighing, Ginny picked her wand up from the bedside next to her and lit it. She had been using small magic like this since she had received her wand, counting on the presence of her parents to mask her rule-breaking. Using it to light her way, she slipped out of bed, cringing as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She stumbled to an old, rusty desk in the corner, stubbing her toe on her carelessly placed Hogwarts trunk. A piece of parchment, quill, and ink sat ready to be used, as always. Ginny set her wand down, and inked the quill carefully, preparing to pen a letter she would never send.

Ginny poured her emotions out, letting them flow through the quill and turn into words as they hit the paper. Words of love, words of passion, words of romance. Never before had she realised the extent of her love for this marked boy. She wrote and she wrote more, ignoring the cramp in her hand, turning the parchment over and writing still more, until she fell asleep there, right at the desk, her head knocking the violet inkpot over and staining her hair.


Oh oh holding my breath
Won't see you again
Something keeps me
Holding onto nothing

Time passes, and supposedly heals all wounds. But as the hours turned into days, Ginny thought the hole in her heart was just getting bigger. She shut herself in her room, coming out only for one meal a day. She was stuck in a stupor of reliving the same one minute of her life, grasping for the shirttails of their lost relationship in the distance. But they slipped from beneath her fingers, leaving her with only air.

I know
I know
I just know
You're not gone
You can't be gone

Ginny threw herself onto her bed, pummelling her pillow. How could he be gone? He was perfect, so perfect, entirely perfect. The last months had been everything she could ever want. But Harry had to come back. He loved her, or so she thought. They were not broken, could never be broken. He had promised. He was going to come back to her, hug her, kiss her, love her. He could not be erased from her life. But deep in her heart, Ginny knew they were broken. And as much as she tried, she couldn’t get over it. There was no point in even trying for her.

You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
Never ever thought I'd see it break
Never thought I'd see it


How could I be so naïve? Ginny had always known that Harry's love for her was delicate and precarious. Fighting Voldemort would always come first in his life. But she had thought that they could never break apart. She thought they would be together forever, but the thin piece of thread connecting them had snapped. She never thought this day would come, and now that it was here, she couldn't deal with it. The pain would consume her, leaving her as an empty shell, her heart gone.

NO! Ginny was stronger than that, better than that. She would get past her pain. Nobody was going to do this to her. With enormous effort, Ginny hoisted herself from bed and lumbered to her dressing table. A gold-plated mirror hung above it. She stared at her tear-streaked face, her empty eyes. Then, using every ounce of her will, she forced the corners of her mouth upwards, creating something that almost resembled a smile. She tried harder. This time, she managed to give the hollow reflection in the mirror a small smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Slowly, the colour returned to her cheeks. She was not over this boy, not at all. She would work through it, but she would be forever haunted.

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