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Category: Post-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Angst, Fluff Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: PG Reviews: 8 Summary: It's Harry's last evening at Hogwarts, Voldemort is vanquished, everyone is celebrating except for him, and someone else. It's a night that changed his life. Hitcount: Story Total: 6048 |
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JKR I am not. But as another fan-fiction author (whose name I’ve sadly forgotten) once wrote, I just can’t resist playing in other people’s sandboxes. I wrote this for fun, to get some emotions out of my system, the only profit I will ever make from this will be knowing that maybe someone else besides myself enjoyed this as well. I just wanted to say that it has been nearly five years since I have committed anything resembling a story to paper, or text file in this case. I greatly would appreciate any words of encouragement and constructive criticism you might have. I have a lot of other ideas rattling around inside my brain, just waiting to tumble out, and any advice you might have that would help me improve my writing is welcome. To those of you kind enough to read this, I hope you enjoy. by Cole & nbsp;Harry Potter looked down onto the castle grounds from his perch on top of the roof of Trelawney’s Tower. Unseen by any onlookers from the ground, he sat shrouded underneath his invisibility cloak. Smiling to himself ever so slightly, he wondered briefly when exactly he started thinking of it as his cloak, as opposed to his dad’s old cloak. With years of use, it had become his, as he had made of many things in his adventures. & nbsp; Adventures Indeed! Harry Potter had seen enough adventures for a lifetime. Trying to empty his mind of his most recent escapades, he tried to watch a couple of first years on the quidditch pitch just flying around, perhaps trying to train up to make the cut for next years team. He only succeeded for a few minutes before the events of his seventh year at Hogwarts forced themselves back into his mind. He started at a noise behind him, drawing his wand out of reflex, but as turned to rise, a large cascade of red hair came into view telling him all he needed to know, he took off his cloak. “H ello Ginny.” Harry stated dryly. “H ello Harry,” she began, when he didn’t respond she continued, “Do you mind if I join you?” To her surprise he grinned. “Not at all.” “I just wanted to be alone for awhile before the feast.” She confessed, “everyone’s just a bit too happy…” she was a little put off by the look he gave her at her words, so she tried to explain. “It’s not that I’m not happy that it’s finally over,” she was having a hard time putting it into words, before she could articulate what it was she was trying to say, Harry beat her to it. “It’s just that with everything that’s happened you don’t want to be that happy.” He said with a sadness the she well understood. &nb sp;“Something like that.” She replied. “I don’t feel much like celebrating either.” Harry told her, he said sounding merely worn out. He turned his gaze back to the first years still playing on the Quidditch pitch. A fter following his gaze, she looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before she spoke. “I ’ve often wondered what goes on in the mind of the boy-who-lived,” she paused as if to see how he would react, “but never more so than now.” He chuckled softly before answering. “I guess I am just trying to remember what it was like to just be me… just Harry.” Her eyes widened in response. ;“You don’t mean just Harry as in Harry under the stairs Harry do you?” she asked as delicately as she could. “N o I mean when I was a first year…” at the look Ginny gave him he corrected himself, “well I guess I never really was just Harry then either,” he said ruefully, “but it still felt like I was.” “W ell, I’m not sure I know exactly what you mean, but I think I have the general idea.” Ginny said thoughtfully, absentmindedly brushing a stray hair from her eyes. Harry smiled as he watched her. “Wel l I’mnot even sure what I mean, so I’m impressed that you even have the general idea.” Harry joked lightly. “So you wish you were eleven again?” she asked turning her gaze back towards him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “No , not for all the Galleons in the world, “ he said, his smile faltering, “I just wish…” he stopped short unable to fight the lump forming in his throat. “ You just wish what?” Ginny, sensing his change of mood asked with a seriousness he was not used to hearing from her. A part of Harry didn’t want to tell her, or anyone for that matter, what it was he was thinking, because in a way Harry was ashamed for feeling the way he did. Something however, in the look she was giving him, urged him on. “I just wish things were the way they were when I was eleven, or twelve, maybe even thirteen.” Harry managed to get out, not able to hide the emotion from his voice. “N o responsibilities, no rules,” she paused and then smiled before adding, “no hormones…” Ginny joked with him, chuckling to herself… “No deaths…” Harry added, causing Ginny’s quiet laughter to become a gasp, “Is that what this is about Harry?” Ginny seemed momentarily thunderstruck. ; “I remember feeling like I could do anything.” He began, his voice wavering slightly. “I saved the stone and I saved you,” he said looking up at her a tear running down his cheek, “I saved Sirius, only to lead him to his death.” “ Harry,” Ginny said soothingly, “it wasn’t,” “My fault,” Harry said softly, cutting her off, as the tears he had held back worked their way down his face, he tried to make himself look away from her gaze, but he couldn’t, “Dumbledore once told me that he wished he could have told me when I was eleven how good it felt to save someone’s life,” Harry choked out with a sob letting the emotions overwhelm him, admitting to himself as much to Ginny he continued, “but he never told me that somehow it never quite makes up for the ones you couldn’t.” the last part coming out as more of a whimper. He couldn’t stop it anymore, he was openly sobbing, he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole, ashamed that he had broken down in front Ginny, some hero he was... H e felt her arms go around him, and she pulled him into what he would remember in the years to come as the warmest embrace he had ever known. She didn’t try to tell him that everything was going to be just fine, because it wasn’t. She didn’t make promises of a better future that were not within her power to keep, she just held him, letting him cry, and he embraced her with all his might. That was when he knew that he needed her, just like she needed him. “An d they lived happily ever after?” Ginny’s voice whispered playfully in his ear from over his shoulder as she read the words he had been so diligently writing just moments before. Harry lifted his quill from the parchment, slightly annoyed at his wife for breaking his concentration, but upon looking up to find her mischievous eyes looking back at him, his frustration quickly dissolved. &nbs p;“Can’t say that for certain Gin,” he began with a small smile, “maybe by the time I decide to let the rest of the world have a peek at my memoirs I’ll be able to tell you for sure.” He got up and wrapped his arms around her, “but at least we can say that we lived…” &nbs p;Well folks I hope that you enjoyed it. I wrote this in about an hour on the evening of May 27th 2004. I’m an avid fan-fiction reader, and I must admit that the Harry/Ginny conversation atop one of the school towers isn’t exactly original, this was simply my take. Thank you again for reading. Sincerely, -Cole |
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