Amazing CI by runaway at TDA
Ginny heard a knock at her window but didn't feel like getting up to see what it was so she just layed there hoping that the noise, whatever it was, would go away.
She heard the window open and shut but still did not look up. You would think after everything she'd been through in the last 7 years she'd be a bit alarmed at the fact that something or someone was sneaking through her window yet now she could really care less. If it was some kind of danger let it come. She didn't care anymore She felt her bed sink in and the person, whoever it was, let loose a sigh.
"You know, I thought you'd be happy to see me," the person said.
Ginny's mind froze immediately. She knew that voice. She'd know that voice anywhere but she didn't turn and look because she knew it was impossible. She had just watched him being buried not long ago.
"You're dead," Ginny mumbled, "You're not really here."
"Yeah that's right," he said, "I'm a mutant flesh eating zombie."
Ginny turned over and Harry was sitting right there in her bed like he hadn't even died.
He was smiling that adorable, simply irresistable, and cocky all at the same time smile and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
"Harry?" Ginny said, not daring to believe it.
"In the flesh no pun intended," Harry said with a laugh.
"But you can't be here," Ginny said.
"I know your mom wouldn't approve but really has that stopped me before?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
"You died. I just went to your funeral. I saw you laying there. You were dead."
He looked thoughtful for a moment then said, "Do you remember what I told you right before the battle?"
Ginny thought back and quietly said, "You promised me that you wouldn't die."
"Have I ever once broken a promise to you Gin?"
Ginny thought and the more she thought about it , she couldn't remember one time since she'd know him, that he'd ever broken a promise to her.
"But then how are you here?" she asked struggling to hold onto her sanity, "I was there. Your funeral. Unless there's someone else named Harry Potter?"
"There is only one," he said with a laugh, "Gin I faked my own death. I had to. I didn't want to but I knew his followers were still out there. How pissed would they be at me? I killed their leader. It wasn't safe for anyone to know I was alive. They'd hunt me down and I'm not ready for another fight yet."
He wiped away a stray tear she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.
"I love you Ginny," he said.
She slowly brought her hand up to his face just to put her mind at ease, to make sure he was really there.
As soon as her hand touched his face, she rushed into his arms and began crying.
"I was so lost," she said, "I was so angry. It hurt to watch you being lowered into the ground like that."
"I know Gin," he said putting his arms around her, "And I hated to do that to you. but you understand why I did it right."
"I don't care why you did it," she said, "You're here now and i'm not letting you go ever again."
"But love I have to go," he said, "No one else can know I'm alive."
"Just like that?" she said, "You're just going to show up after I think your dead, after my heart's been breaking ever since I saw you fall, and then leave and rebreak it all over again?"
"I really don't want to love," he said quietly, "But I have to. This protects me as much as you."
"You think I care about being protected now?" she said heatedly, "When I watched you being buried I wished that I had died right along side you."
"Don't you ever think like that Ginny do you hear me," he said, "If I had died, I wouldn't have wanted you to be thinking like that. I would've wanted you to live life for the both of us. I'd want you happy."
"How would you expect me to be happy if you died? How would you just expect me to move on like nothing happened?" she asked.
"I wouldn't expect you to act like nothing happened," he said, "But I wouldn't expect you to think this way forever."
"What would you have me do?"
"I would have you smile again," he said tenderly as he cupped her face with his hand, "That alone would be enough for me."
She snuggled closer to him, "I don't want you to go."
"And I don't want to go," Harry said, "But I'll come back for you.
"I promise Ginny," he said, "As soon as I can I'll come back and nothing can stop me."
Harry leaned in to kiss her and before she knew it, she was kissing him back trying to pour all of her feelings over the past 48 hours into that one kiss.
When they broke apart he smiled at her before standing up.
"If you break your promise," she said to him, "I'll hunt you down and kill you myself."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a laugh.
"Harry?" she said
"I love you too." she said
He smiled and then disaparated with a pop.
Ginny awoke with a start.
She thought back to the dream, vivid in it's entirety and what felt so real, and started to tear up.
She wondered why life was so cruel to her to give her this dream of the one thing she wanted and yet knew she could never have.
It felt like Harry had been ripped away from her again and she wondered how much more she could take. There's only so much I can go through until I break she thought.
She felt broken already and wondered if time like they said it would, would ease the pain.
She doubted it if she kept having dreams about him.
"It felt so real though," she argued with herself.
"Get a grip on yourself Ginerva, he's dead and nothing can change that."
It finally sunk in that he was never coming back and she cried.
She cried for him and for her and for all the things that she could've had with him. She would never get to walk down the aisle and marry him. They would never have children and watch them grow. They wouldn't ever be a family. They wouldn't ever grow old together. She wouldn't ever be whole again.
Her heart was on the floor in the middle of a crowded room being repeatedly stepped on over and over again and she just wanted it to stop. She wanted it to end.
She thought back to the promise he made to her before the battle and realized that he had broken his promise. His first ever.
She got up off the bed and picked up the picture frame on her dresser table.
The picture was of her and Harry dancing.
All of a sudden, she felt anger flare up inside her and she threw the frame at the wall where it broke into pieces. She paused before picking up a glass cup and threw it to.
She began throwing things at the wall. Anything within reach was subject to her anger.
Finally she punched the wall.
She felt her knuckles split and crack as they broke but she didn't feel the pain.
She kept hitting the wall oblivious to the pain and didn't even notice that her door had opened.
"Bloody hell Ginny!" Ron said from the doorway before rushing in," You need to stop this!"
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her close to him.
She struggled for a minute in her brother's arms before winding down and started to cry into his chest.
"Why did he leave us Ron?" she asked between sobs, "Why did he have to go?"
"I don't know Ginny," Ron said quietly, "He did what he had to do."
"He didn't have to die!" she cried
"It was just his time to go," Ron said as he hugged his sister tighter, "I miss him a lot too, we all do, but we're going to have to get through this for Harry's sake."
"I can't," she choked, "I just can't."
Ron's heart broke for his little sister. She was always a strong girl but she was reduced to a crying mess in his arms because her boyfriend, and his best friend, had died.
"It will get better Gin," he said, "The pain I mean. It will take time but it will get better."
"What if it doesn't? she asked looking into his eyes," What if the pain never goes away?"
"It has to," he wispered as if he was trying to convince himself as much as his sister.
He squeezed her hand and she gave out a cry of pain. He looked down and realized that he has squeezed her hand that she had been hitting the wall with.
"I'm so sorry," Ron said, "Let's go to mum and she can fix it."
"No? Ron said slowly, "But it needs to be healed, it looks like you broke every bone in your hand. It doesn't look like it feels to good either."
"It doesn't hurt that bad," she lied, "Besides I've had worse injuries than this before. I'm a Weasley after all."
"Ginny sometimes I wish you weren't so stubborn," Ron said, "At least let her heal the broken spots. It could take weeks or months to heal on it's own."
"I'll be fine," she said, "I'm leaving it the way it is."
"Just promise you won't do it again," he pleaded.
"I promise," she said.
"Thank you." he replied as he let go of her, "I'm going down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Wanna come with?"
"I'm not really hungry. I think I'm just going to stay up here."
He looked like he wanted to argue but knew any arguement he had with her right now she'd win so he exited her room.
Ginny dropped back on her bed cradling her broken hand.
That was the first time in her life she had let her emotions go so far unchecked. It was kind of scary and exhilarating at the same time.
She never knew she could hold so much emotion inside but it was bound to find a way out somehow, like a damn holding in water determined to be released.
She summoned a roll of bandages and wrapped her hand up the best she could. Then she just layed back on her bed hoping she could just fall asleep and never wake up.
At least I don't have to go back to school, she thought.
She had finished school shortly before Harry died and was glad because she didn't think she could deal with the pity and extra glances that were sure to come her way.
She decided to take a shower to clear her mind and clean her hand. She needed to do something, to keep her mind off of him.
That was easier said then done she soon realized as she stood under the pouring jet of water and her mind was, once again, assaulted by memories of him.
How could it be this hard? Why was it so hard? She didn't understand and no one could give her the answers she seeked. No one knew how she felt. She was completely and utterly alone and as she realized this, the tears began to fall again.
She had wanted so much more for him. For us she thought sadly. They would never have that now and Ginny wondered if she was fated to lead a life of half existance.
"Ginny," She heard someone say accompanioned by a few knocks, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah Ron," Ginny heard herself say as she cleared her throat, "Just getting cleaned up."
"Okay," he said, "Mum said to tell you that a letter from St. Mungo's arrived for you. She put it on your dresser."
"Okay, she said as she turned the taps off, "Thanks."
Ginny stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off and got dressed before making her way to her room, all the while, contemplating on the contents of the letter.
When she was back in her room and sitting on her bed, she took the letter from the dresser and looked at it.
She hoped that she had been accepted and was about to tear into the slightly blue envelope when her right hand trembled and she dropped it.
She looked at her injured hand with a sigh. Why did it have to hurt now she thought?
She picked up the letter and sat it back down on the dresser as she summoned another roll of bandages and wrapped her hand up again for the second time. Then she just layed back on her bed hoping she could just fall asleep and never wake up.
Soon she was asleep and the letter lay forgotten on her dresser.