In the Candlelight

by Purple-Jasmine

After the war he is left alone in a world of darkness. He questions himself and what his new purpose in life is. She is the only one that truly understands him. Drabble....Revised.

DISCLAIMER: Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

I no own,

So you no sue.

A/N: I have suffered from writers block for a long time. Things are finally clearing up and I hope to have a few more stories and chapters up soon.

Evelyn…. You rock!!

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The candlelight flickered in his bright green eyes. He watched the flame in swallowing darkness as the celebrations continued below him. He heard cheers of laughter, clinking of glasses and the constant toast bearing his name.

He sat, ignoring the noise. His eye's were blank, and yet upon closer examination-- filled with emotion. Love, hate, fear, sorrow and confusion. A tear streaked down his face as sorrow consumed him mercilessly.

Two hands were placed on either shoulder, silently shaking. Her warmth soothed him as a small tear fell on the back of his neck. He looked into her eyes. Her soft brown eyes, that seemed to peer into his soul and heart. Harry grasped her hands, pulling Ginny close to him. The two watched the glow dance in their eyes, as tears silently rolled down their cheeks.