Hey there, guys! Welcome to a new fic that I've had my heart set on for a while, She is the Sunlight. I'll let you guys get on with the chapter, and I'll meet you at the end. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the song She is the Sunlight. The works respectfully belong to J.K. Rowling and Trading Yesterday.
She is the Sunlight
And if all the flowers faded away…
Harry had remembered the small, open grassy field from his ill-fated visit with Xenophilius Lovegood. The plain was abundant with green summer grass and sprigs of heather, patches of colorful wildflowers that hummed softly from the activity of butterflies and bees. Gently, a breeze stirred the plant life, the many chorus of petals and leaves arising in a careful harmony.
A checkered blanket lay sprawled in the center of it all, weighed down by the two laying together on it. She was laughing, sunlight bouncing from her furious shock of wavy red hair, outlining her profile as though she were an angel. Her smile was bright enough to make a blind person see, her eyes beautiful enough to make the shyest person watch them sparkle.
"You can't be serious?" she said to Harry, still chortling, "Did he really?"
"I swear on my life," Harry said, grinning widely, "Flower petals and all."
"You saw it?"
"Well, it was in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron."
"Gracious." Her eyes danced with laughter. "Who knew that Neville had a romantic side?"
"Mind you, it was so sweet I could've gagged. But it was genuinely very nice. Good on him, I say. Hannah is perfect for him."
Her expression clouded. "How has he been doing?"
Harry swallowed. "Well… He loved his grandmother, no matter what he said… He still hasn't come in for work."
Ginny was quiet a moment. "I didn't expect him to just bounce back. But, you know, I think we should do something to cheer him up a bit."
Agreeing, Harry said, "Maybe we can have him for tea at the flat."
"I think he'd like that."
She shifted her body, sprawling across Harry's chest. Her gorgeous, fiery hair spread out around her, billowing the back of her neck like a pillow. Harry reached out a hand, hesitated, and then gently pet her hair.
Ginny closed her eyes at his touch. "We haven't been out like this in a while."
Harry smiled. "Not since your fifth year."
"It's been three years… Can you imagine that?"
"No." He closed his eyes, loving the breeze and her, utterly content. "It doesn't feel like we've won a war."
"Or watched George get married."
"Or get engaged ourselves."
He smiled to himself, stroking her hair.
Suddenly, she sat up. "Harry."
Sitting up as well, Harry looked around with trepidation in his heart. Her eyes were fixed forward with an odd light in her eyes. Following her gaze, Harry felt his stomach plummet to the ground.
A Dementor. It was gliding along, too far away for Harry to hear its awful sucking sound and too far away for it to affect he and Ginny. Everywhere it hovered, the air shimmered and grass died. Flowers withered from frost, curling into the ground with timid stems.
Harry stood, drawing his wand from his jacket. He wondered what the Dementor was doing outside of Azkaban; the wanderer was considered highly unusual and uncommon, as wizards now patrolled the prison every hour of the day. Deciding to tell Kingsley straightaway, Harry raised his wand.
Happy memories immediately presented themselves to his touch, insistent and pushing each other aside to be selected. Thinking carefully, Harry chose one from the most recent New Year's Eve.
Thinking of Ginny and a small ring sparkling on her finger, Harry whispered "Expecto Patronum."
A stag burst immediately from his wand, barely visible in the brilliant sunlight. It cantered, at Harry's direction, toward the Dementor, some odd yards away. The Dementor cringed from the radiant Patronus, flying far in the opposite direction, away from Harry and Ginny.
Harry brought the stag back, whispered a few words to it, and then it cantered away, shimmering and fading as it ran.
Ginny had stood and was holding her arms. "Who did you send it to?"
"Kingsley. He'll want to get some people over there to shepherd the Dementor back to Azkaban."
He took her hand delicate hand. "Should we stay here?"
Her eyes focused on the far-off dead flowers. "Yes. Let it become just another memory."
The field seemed to sigh as they kissed.
Okay! I hope you've enjoyed. I know it was pretty vague, but Neville proposed to Hannah Abbot in the Leaky Cauldron. He had a special table set aside in the middle of the room with flower petals all around, in honor of their shared love for flowers. :3
So, as my regular readers know, I mentioned in my ongoing story, And All That Follows, that I was nursing an idea for a new fic. Well, here it is. :3 I know, I now have two stories going on. I have no control over my willpower. XD Don't worry, I'll be working avidly on both. So if you're a fan of my other work, no worries. :3
This is going to be a one-shot type story that was inspired by several famous oneshot works in our Fanfiction Harry Potter community. Ever since I started reading them, I've wanted to do one, and this seemed like a good thing to turn into a one-shot story. :3
So, each chapter is going to be a bit short, maybe eight hundred words max. The story is going to revolve around the song She Is the Sunlight by Trading Yesterday. I give them absolute full credit for their song. It's a very beautiful work, and when I first heard it, I was reminded strongly of Harry and Ginny. The idea stuck in my head, and every time I've heard the song over the past few days I've started mapping out this story. So I thought maybe that was a sign. X3
Every chapter is going to be based on a lyric from the song. The chapters correspond with the song, though the moments are scattered throughout the lives of Harry and Ginny. In other words, though the lyrics are in order, the chapters are not. If that makes sense. X3
So I hope that you've enjoyed! Please leave me some feedback! I'd love to know what everyone think of this.
Lori
