Chapter 1 : Gone
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I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and it's all so quiet and I can't trust anything now
I'll remember that day forever. You were a hero, a true hero. You gave up your life for everyone else. You were our light in the darkness, Harry, but you faded away. You left us. You left me.
I saw you dead in Hagrid's arms, saw him and everyone else weeping in despair. Our ray of hope, gone forever. The war would never be won, even though so many lives had been lost. My brother was gone, his last laugh still faintly etched on his face. His body remained in the Hospital Wing alongside Remus, Tonks, and so many others. Each and every departed soul was innocent.
Your murderer stood there by your apparently dead body, mocking you. Lies spilled out of his mouth, every single one clearly false. I knew, like everyone else, that you did not attempt run away. I knew you gave up your life for everyone else. You were brave to the point of foolishness, and that's one of the many reasons I loved you.
How stupid I once was, too scared to look into your eyes, far too afraid to talk to you. We could have had so much more time, yet it was wasted away. There was nothing I could do.
I remember Neville pulling the legendary sword of Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat, slicing Nagini's head off. Voldemort - the merciless, evil, cruel, murderer cried out in frustration. The battle recommenced, your loss fueling our spirits. I was ready to kill - for Fred, Remus, Tonks, Colin, and you. Voldemort and his Death Eaters would pay, I would make sure of that. My anger and frustration felt like a blazing fire, ready to burn and murder every single Death Eater within reach.
I remember when the battle headed into the Great Hall, and I saw so many more people dying. But this time around, it was the Death Eaters who were falling. I was fighting blindly, wanting to murder with my bare hands. I barely noticed a jet of green light missing me by only a few inches. Mum pushed me away and pointed her wand threateningly at Bellatrix Lestrange.
*"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"* she shouted. I will remember those words forever. Mum was ready to risk her own life for me. Back then, I often overlooked my mother. But now I know her love was one of a kind.
The legendary battle of Molly Weasley and Bellatrix Lestrange happened right before my eyes. Mum fought not only with her wand, but with her heart. Her eyes were still tear-stained from the shock of losing so many of her loved ones. And with one incantation, she ended the most evil woman in history.
Voldemort - the evil, demented man that ruined my life, was truly devastated. One of his most faithful servants had fallen. He pointed his wand at my mother, and right when the words that could have ended her barely came out of his mouth, a protective shield appeared from out of nowhere. It was right in the middle of the Great Hall, the evil on one side, the good on the other. Separated by a magnificent wall of light.
And then you appeared, pulling off your invisibility cloak. It was the shock of a lifetime. Cheers and shouts of "he's alive! It's Potter!" were stifled. You and Voldemort started circling each other, hatred reflecting in both pairs of eyes. I was confused yet relieved at the same time. I didn't understand a single word you and Voldemort were saying to each other, but from the tone of your voice, I could tell you were being brave.
And then the final battle happened. I remember it like it was only yesterday. Sometimes I see it in my sleep, and I'd wake up with tears in my eyes. The jets of red and green light collided, bursting into golden flames. Voldemort was disarmed, and you held his wand up high. The green light, instead of hitting you, rebounded on Voldemort, causing him to collapse with finality.
Everyone and everything was still - nobody dared to believe it, that Voldemort was truly dead. Yet we had seen his demise with our very own eyes. People started rejoicing and cheering, thinking it was over, that we had won the war.
But it was indeed too good to be true. One of the Death Eaters in the crowd shouted: "Sectumsempra!" hitting you right in the heart. I saw you fall to your knees in pain, a stain of blood visible through your sweatshirt.
"HARRY! NO!" I shouted in despair while everyone else seemed confused. Hermione and Ron followed, and more people did too. I saw you fall onto your side, and in an instant I sunk onto my knees, holding your hands. They were so cold and pale.
"SOMEONE GET MADAME POMFREY! WE NEED A HEALER!" Hermione shouted, her voice cracking.
But deep inside, I knew it was too late. Your breaths were becoming pained and raspy, and more blood came out of your wound. You were dying, and I knew it. Please don't do this to me, Harry. Please don't go.
Oh, holding my breath
Won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
"Ginny," you said with great difficulty, your breaths becoming more painful by the second. Your face was drenched with sweat, and a large gash was visible on your cheek. I looked into your emerald green eyes one last time until they fluttered to a close, never to open again. Not a single breath came after that.
"Harry! HARRY!" I shouted, as if shouting would somehow bring you back to life. But you didn't move. You lay motionless on the stone floor of the Great Hall. People started crying without shame, and I was one of them. Hermione rested her head on Ron's shoulder, both of them crying harder than ever before. You deserved those tears. Every single one.
Now here I am, sitting in front of your grave in Godric's Hollow exactly five years later. I hope you're happy, wherever you are. Hopefully you're finally with your mum and dad. Words can't describe how much I miss you, Harry. My life has become somewhat stable now, but I will never get over you. Never. Fleur set me up a few dates but I disliked every single man I met. I kept wishing that they were you. But there is no one on this planet like you. No one.
Tears rolled on my cheek as I traced the words "Harry James Potter- July 31, 1980 to May 2, 1998." It wasn't fair, I thought, wiping away my tears. Why did you have to die so early? You were forced into war and battle and you had no choice.
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
I can't go back
"'Till next time, Harry." I whispered, standing up to leave the graveyard. And as I did, a cold breeze circled around me, and I felt a soft hand touch my cheek - but there was nobody there. I turned my head to look behind me, but still, I saw no one. I smiled softly, and muttered, "I love you too, Harry."
A/N: Disclaimers! "Haunted" belongs to the wonderful Taylor Swift, and the starred quote is from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows page 736 by the amazing J.K Rowling!
My failed attempt at writing angst. I hope this wasn't too confusing! This was supposed to be Harry/Ginny with a twist. It was canon up until the point of the final battle. So...yeah! How was it? Please please please please please please review! I really want to know if I made you cry or not!