Summary: Ginny remembers, regrets...
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Silent Tears
Alone… the word haunted her every heartbeat, every second, every minute of her suffocating world. What else would you call a world full of fake people, fake smiles, not reaching their eyes, fake 'I'm fine's and 'How do you do's. Her family or what was left of it, had managed to stay true even after the War. They grieved truly, and laughed truly. Alone… the word still haunts her… She hugged the frame even more tightly.
Just as she Apparated to the spot, four Avada Kedavras were shouted out loud at the same time. Three were directed to the same person, Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark wizard of all times, or so he called himself. The other came from him meant for one of the three who had fired the same spell at the same time. The three Killing curses hit their mark, and Lord Voldemort was gone.
But his mark was about to hit too… Harry Potter saw the green light of Death, turned to his friends, Ron on his right, Hermione on his left, gave them a quick smile and closed his eyes. His battered and weak friends did the same. Holding hands, the three fell together, a smile of triumph and satisfaction on their faces.
And she was there all the time, watching, as in one quick motion, the three people she loved most dropped dead. She could not do anything, not even stand by them as they killed Him. She had arrived just in time to see them bid farewell to the world, showing the strength of their friendship even during Death…
How she wished, for just one chance to talk to them for a final time… just talk. But she couldn't. They were gone, forever. Hermione, the sister she never had, her best friend… Ron, her stupid, overprotective, caring brother… and Him… Harry Potter. How she wished for one, just one chance for her to talk to them, tell them how much each meant to her, each in their own special ways, especially Him. She wanted just a single chance to tell them how great they were.
Alone, how she hated the word so true without them… Ginny Weasley cried, as she sat in the church, for their memories, the times they had together. She hugged the photo frame closer and tighter… the four of them waved happily back at her, having a moment of happiness and peace before It began. How she wished, for that one chance… but she would never get it. They were gone. The title of a Muggle novel she had read after her fourth year suddenly came to her, and she thought how well it suited. They were gone with the wind of Death… Gone with the Wind… She hugged the frame more tightly… Soft, silent tears fell on her lap… Silent Tears…
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