Title: a nail driven into the wall
Summary: Ginny prefer being possessed by Tom Riddle's soul than live another day without Harry.
Notes: Please do not be repelled because this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. Would deeply appreciate if you read, and reviewed: constructive criticism is valued.
To turn over, and not feel that familiar warmth made her heart give a life threatening thump. To not see his askew smirk when she accidentally hopped out of bed without clothes, made her feel as if the Dementor's Kiss has been performed.
All the life, the happiness, joy and humor being sucked out of her body, leaving behind a corpse.
She was young enough to fly on her broom, and fly away to meet the horizon, yet old enough to feel the ache in her aging bones when she unmounted the legendary Firebolt. She was still driven, motivated and determined to have what she wants.
But what she wants is unreachable. And her fingers are raw from reaching too high.
However, she was persistent on showing people she was not hurt. She was furious, sad, lost, tired. But she wouldn't show that. She couldn't. And she didn't.
When the day arrived to put him into the Earth, she was there. In stark black, with fiery hair being blown wild by the wind. The same wind that rumpled his genetically messy hair more than it was already. When it came to say their last goodbyes, she stopped by the open casket, and touched the scar. The scar that she have seen countless of times, but each time hold a memory. And all those memories flashed before her eyes: their first meeting on King's Cross, the sing-a-gram that she sent him on Valentine's Day, their first kiss.
Ginny prefer being possessed by Tom Riddle's soul than live another day without Harry. She'd rather not be capable of remembering of what she was doing, when, where and why. She might as well be.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed despite the length.