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Category: Post-HBP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: General, Songfic Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 4 Summary: He stood up, bracing himself in the strong wind across the hilltop. He could see all around him for many, many miles, and he could see it, his way home, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, as if by magic. He knew it would be hard, but he was willing. Hitcount: Story Total: 4593 |
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It’s all over, he thought, curling into a tight ball on the muddy ground. I’m at the end. Maybe he was right after all, this is painless… He was happily dying. He’d done his job. He’d completed the task laid about before him and no other. He’d served his purpose, and now, all that was left was for him to move from this life into paradise. He could begin his next great adventure. I can’t, he thought, lifting his head suddenly. He shook the dirt from his messy black hair. I have to go back to her. I promised. Gingerly, he sat up, the pain flooding back to him, but he knew it would be worth it. There was a long journey ahead but he could make it. He had to. Serpentine and black it stands before my eyes He stood up, bracing himself in the strong wind across the hilltop. He could see all around him for many, many miles, and he could see it, his way home, illuminated by the silver glow of the moon, as if by magic. He knew it would be hard, but he was willing. It's all I have as I stumble in and out of grace And so he set off. What he though was the end, was really only the middle. The great, epic battle only the mid-point of the hellish journey in which he had partaken. The path was rough, and his feet were on fire, but on he strode, knowing that if he stopped, he would never re-start. The clouds drifted before the waxing gibbous moon and the light died slowly away. The shadows fell and an unending darkness threatened to swallow and smother him. Searching for a reason why time would've passed us by There would be many obstacles in his path on his way back to her. As he walked, his mind mulled over all the things that had happened to him in his short, but tragic life. Maybe we can get back the time that was stolen from us, he thought as flashes of memories passed through his mind. Every vow I break on my way towards your heart He was tired now. So completely exhausted. He couldn’t carry on, he knew it, yet he still forced himself to put one foot in front of the other. His sense of reason was lost, and all coherent thought was lost, yet he carried on. He had to get there. He had to get home. But Gods just laugh at my face He found himself wishing he’d never left. Why couldn’t he have been selfish, and let someone else handle it. It was your job! He chastised himself. He hated his destiny, his duty. He often wondered why he had been chosen. What had he done wrong? Leading me into solitude's arms I must be the only living soul here, he thought as he passed through fields, devoid of anything except withering grass. He was alone, but he hoped against all hope, that soon he would be home. He would be in her arms. The wind blew, and the moonlight shone down once more, casting its silvery glow across the land. The journey seems endless but I'll carry on His legs were solid blocks of lead. He was sure of it. He felt as though he’d been walking forever, but what choice did he have. If he didn’t walk, he’d curl up and die, and tempting as that had once been, what felt like a lifetime ago, he knew he couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t destroy the life he longed for. And our night drowns in dawn Several wispy clouds blew past the moon, blocking its light for mere seconds at a time. He wondered if daylight would ever penetrate the endless night that he was experiencing. And then he saw it a glimmer of red on the horizon and in his mind he saw her face, and she was smiling at him. That all angels greet with an envious song He reached the edge of a village as the red sky turned to blue and the sun rose fully above the horizon. In the street a farmer was emerging from a gateway to a field. The farmer smiled at him, and he knew. This was the place. And the path goes on... He walked through the streets, feeling the adrenaline racing through him. Memories of his night suddenly hit him full blast. He realised just how far he’d come and what he’d been through and he remembered why. And cross all the rivers deep and dark as the night Searching for a reason why time would've passed us by It seemed to him as though the village was eternal just like the night had felt, when he saw it. There was smoke rising from the chimney and he could here the chickens in the yard. The journey seems endless but I'll carry on He made his way down the lane towards the crooked house, noting with some amusement that in all the time he had known it, it had never changed. As he walked, the sun seemed to change behind him, casting weird and wonderful shadows onto the path. He felt the magic as he came nearer to the gate and he felt a comforting warmth in his bones. The night had passed. It was morning now, and by some miracle, he’d made it. And our night drowns in dawn He walked through the garden in a matter of seconds before reaching the old wooden doorway to the kitchen. Picturing what lay beyond, he knocked firmly on the door. It was wrenched open by what could only be described as a whirlwind with a head of fire that threw itself into his arms. He smiled. He had made it. He was home. A/N The song is The Path by Him which is my current favourite song. It's brilliant as a representative of a long hard journey, therefore Harry's life. |
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