Summary: This is a songfic based on the traditional celtic song by the same name. Its my take on Ginny's feelings on Harry leaving to find the horcruxes. Very short H/G one-shot This is my first fic please be kind Ta Sile

Black is the colour.

Disclaimer : These characters are not mine the song is not even mine.

Ginny Weasley stood on the steps of Hogwarts watching the three figures disappearing over the horizon. As the tears flowed down her face she thought of her true love and the dangerous journey he was about to take.

Black is the colour of my true loves hair.

His lips are like a roses fair.

She thought of Harry his kindness and gentleness. His willingness to give up everything for the safety of the wizarding world.

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

And I love the ground whereon he stands.

She thought of their farewell. That she told him that she loved him and that she would wait no matter how long it took.

I love my love and well he knows.

I love the ground whereon he goes.

She wished that harry would find the Horcruxes soon so he could return to her. Her heart was breaking that she could not go.

I wish the day would soon come.

When he and I can be as one.

She ran to the lake, their spot, under the tree and she began to cry. He said he would write but as they didn't want Voldemort to know what they were doing they would not be often. She wanted to write to him tell him how she felt how much she wanted to be with him.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep

For satisfied I never sleep

I write him letters just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times.

She thought of his black hair and how she would play with it as they sat below this tree. He would tell her his worries and dreams for the future. She thought of his lips how soft and gentle they felt when he kissed her. How she could see into his very soul when she looked in his eyes. She knew at that moment how much she loved him and she would be there waiting until he returned.

Black is the colour of my true loves hair.

His lips are like a roses fair.

He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

And I love the ground whereon he stands.