Florence is one of my favourite artists, and I was randomly inspired to do this at about eleven at night. It WILL be continued. No guarantee's for how often it's updated, but other chapters are already being planned. :) Enjoy.
Dog Days are Over... By Florence and the Machine
Harry Potter sat on the cold stone steps, gazing over the ruins where hours ago the Hogwarts Bridge had sat.
His thought were interupted my an echo of light footsteps. He turned his head slightly.
Ginny Weasley stood there. Her face was dirty and in places smeared with blood that wasn't her own. Her clothes were torn and in disrepair. She was the most beautiful thing Harry had seen since he'd killed the Lord Voldemort hours before.
Her face was filled with uncertainty. Without speaking, he beconded her over to his side. She sat quietly and without comment.
Harry casually flung an arms around her, pulling her to his side. She buried her face in his shirt as she cried silently. Harry understood loss better than nearly everybody, and knew that she didn't want to speak. The silence dragged on, as did the night. Some people, after Voldemorts death, had departed but most had stayed to count the death and heal the wounded. Ginny had been helping count the dead, before becoming overwelmed by the total death. She'd only had one thought of where to go. They sat there, contentment in each others presence obvious.
Harry hadn't seen Ron or Hermione in hours, after they'd left to comfort Arthur and Molly over Fred's death, though there was little comfort to be found anyway.
When Harry's legs started to stiffen in the cold of early morning, he stood pulling Ginny with him. Her eyes were red from crying, but she expression was one that told him she could take on the world, if need be. Without a word, he lead her out of the massive hall and out onto the bridge. 288 Once they were seated one the side of the abyss, Ginny sighed and moved from her place at his side and onto his lap. "Harry, is the world ending?" She asked quietly. With a start, Harry toward where she was looking. Back at his beloved home. Hogwarts.
He knew immediately why she'd asked that, when he glanced up toward the turrets of the Gryffindor Commonroom. Half of the builing was destroyed, leaving a gaping hole through the room. It had been a place that he'd lived, loved, hated and struggled. No matter how many aweful memories of Voldemort that Harry had, he had two more good ones.
"No. The world is starting again." He murmered to the girl in his lap. She turned her pale face toward him, looking up with wide brown eyes.
"How can you tell? Voldemort his gone, thanks to you, but Wizards, Humans for Merlin's sake, are attracted to power, where do get more power than the darkside?" She asked ernestly, before throwing herself out his lap and onto her feet. "Harry, the allure of being dark is powerful. I know. I was inside Riddle's head just as much as he was in mine in first year." Harry just looked at her. He understood, better than she knew, of the darkside. He decided to let her come to her own conclusion.
"To be so powerful, Harry. That no one can touch you! Nothing can hurt you, ever again." His eyes widend when her lip began to tremble. All the strength seemed to fall out of her, and Harry had to lundge frantically to stop her from hitting the ground.
Her reasoning was the result or over tiredness, fear, sorror and loss, but it was sound all the same. She continued her fears in a broken voice. "How long Harry? How long before somebody else realises the greatness of the Dark? We will never be able to give it up. No matter what happens, a new Dark Lord will come about. Whether it be right now, as the Death Eaters are struggling to reatain power, or in fifty years. How can we live in a world like this Harry?" The dispair in her voice was so great that Harry felt blighted by it's sorrow. And by the fact that he had no answer for her.
When he didn't answer, she gave him a same smile of understanding, let a few tears trickle from the corners of her eyes, and lay her head against his chest. Harry sat back down on the ledge and looked down at the abyss. It travelled down, far, far bellow his eyesight would let him seek. The darkness of it's shadows brought memories the Dark Lords defeat. It had been kind of anticlimatic really. Not by the use of magic, that alone had been extrodinary. But the way it had turned out. He was kind of at a loss of what to do. His entire life had been about the Dark Lord, well passed his eleventh birthday it had been. His first year he confronted Voldemort in Quirral's body. In Second year he had saved the girl on his lap from Lord Voldemort's passed self. In third year he saved his Godfather from dementers, because he supposedly betrayed Harry's parent's to Voldemort. In fourth year he helped resurect Lord Voldemort. In fifth year, Sirius had died and the Ministry had finally accepted that Voldemort was back. In sixth year, Dumbledore had been killed on Voldemort's orders by Serverus Snape. And in seventh year he'd been on the run finding Horcruxes to kill said Voldemort.
Now that Voldemort was gone, Harry didn't know what to do with his life. Sure, he'd considered becoming an Auror, but that had really been wishful thinking. Truthefully, he'd never truely considered that he might live passed killing Voldemort. With a sigh, he looked down at Ginny in his arms.
She'd fallen asleep and was nuzzling against his arms, unconsiously seeking out some kind of warmth in her sleep. He smiled down at her, then glanced back at Hogwarts. Rather, what was left of Howarts. The divination tower was the only tower that hadn't suffered complete destruction. The Quidditch Pitch was burnt to a cinder. Hagrids hut in the distance was nothing up stone walls. Really, Hogwarts had been disimated.
McGonnagal had mentioned, in passing to a large group before, that she was opening Hogwarts up again and inviting the Seventh years back again for a final year. With a start, Harry realised that he didn't want to come back. At least not permidently. No matter how many great nd loving memories that he had of this place, he would never be able to forget the great losses that had happend here. Remus and Tonks. Fred. Colin Creevy. They were all floating around the air above him, gone at peace. But Harry would never have peace at Hogwarts again. With finality that saddend him, Harry glanced away from the ruined sight of Hogwarts. The woman in his arm was stirring with the sunrise near to approaching. For the last few moments of peace that she would have in a while, Harry studied her. Firey hair in a messy but adorable halo around her face. Pale, milky skin. Slightly upturned nose. Wicked eyes. Eyes that were slowly opening.
With a final gasp, she sat up and looked around, hopelessness filling her eyes again. Harry glanced away, unable to look at her without the usual smirking sneekiness. Harry looked back down in the abyss by their sides again, unable to find anything better to describe his feelings.
When Ginny sat up straighter suddenly and gave a delighted gasp, Harry turned, almost expecting to see someone back from the dead.
Instead, Harry saw the sun.
The ball of fire and light had just appeared over the crest of the mountains behind them. It bathed the couple in a sea of light and warmth. Ginny glanced over at him, smile tugging on her mouth.
"I know the answer now." She told him quietly. Harry was thrown for a second, until she spoke again. "I know why we should live."
Harry tilted his head to the side, knowing he looked like a lost puppy but didn't care. The smile that had been broaching her face, developed into a full blown grin.
"Because of this." With those words, she lent down and took his mouth with hers.
And they kissed, in the glow of the morning sunshine.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are done...
The horses are coming,
So you better run...
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for children, for your sisters and brother
Leave all your love, all your love behind.
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.
The dog days are over,
The dog days are done.
Can you hear the horses,
'Cause here they come...
Hoped you liked it :P Most of the other chapters will follow this, in that they will be centred on a main characters thoughts, and feature one or two others.
Review, think over, or comepletly forget that you ever read such a horrible thing, I don't mind. :P
