Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so stop bugging me! I don't own the song either.
A/n: This is my first posted fanfic, so read, review, and be nice.
Come stop your crying, it will be alright.
Just take my hand, hold it tight.
I will protect you from all around you.
I will be here, don't you cry.
Ginny Weasley awoke with a start, the song still ringing in her ears:
Cause you'll be in my heart,
Yes, you'll be in my heart,
from this day on, now and forever more.
The tears that Ginny thought she didn't have forced their way out of her eyes. Why was the world so cruel?
"Gin, you okay?" startled Ginny looked over toward the voice. It was just Hermione.
"Sorry if I scared you." Ginny just nodded.
"What are you doing up, it's..." Looking around quickly Gin spotted the clock. "It's four in the morning?" Hermione smiled, sadly.
"Couldn't sleep," was all she said, but Gin knew.
"Thinking about Harry again, weren't you?"
Hermione laughed softly.
"How'd you guess?" she answered sarcastically. Gin just grinned. She wasn't in the mood for laughing.
"What about you? Have any bad dreams? You gave quite the start there." Hermione asked kindly. When Ginny looked away she knew. "Do you dream about it often?" she asked softly.
Scenes flashed through Ginny's mind. They were of that day two weeks ago, when Harry left her.
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm.
The bond between us can't be broken,
I will be here don't you cry.
Her tears sprang back to life. They seemed to have no care for the sorrow that they carried. She felt the weight of Hermione's arm on her shoulders, and was grateful for the comfort.
"Oh Gin, I'm sorry. Honestly, I didn't mean to upset you." She paused for a moment then continued," I miss him, too." Ginny glanced over at Hermione. She thought of telling her all that had happened that day, but she really didn't want to unless Hermione asked. Deep in Gin's heart, she really wanted to let it all out, everything: How the world seemed not to care that a 17-year-old boy had just up and disappeared, or the ministry didn't want to get tangled into the mess of picking sides! Nothing fit anymore and no one seemed to care, not one little bit. Ginny couldn't take it anymore.
"Hermione, can I tell you something?" Ginny smiled, she loved Hermione.
"I... was, uh, was wondering if I could tell you what... um," Gin stopped. Her voice was shaking and her tears were threatening to overflow," What happened the night Harry disappeared."
At first, Hermione didn't say anything and Ginny began to wonder if she really didn't want to hear it. Seconds later, Gin had her answer.
"Gin, you haven't told anyone about it. Not even Dumbledore. Why me?" Hermione asked in a timid voice. Ginny nodded sadly. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone. Until now. Over the past couple of years, Ginny and Hermione had become close friends. The day Harry vanished, Hermione took Ginny to the Room of Requirement. There they had spent all day talking about nothing. Ginny knew then and there that it wouldn't be Dumbledore or her mother that finally heard the story first, it would be Hermione.
"Because," Gin paused," Because you're closer to me than anyone. You're the sister I've never had. I need you Hermione, so please, listen for a while."
Hermione took a deep breath. "Okay. IF you're sure." Ginny looked over at her gratefully. "It's a long story," she said in warning. Hermione laughed.
"We've got a long time."