A/N: Hey guys, this was a poem that I had written about Harry and Ginny's encounter at the end of Half Blood Prince, when Harry tells Ginny he has to leave her. However, I felt it would be more suited to being a one-shot, so I've adapted it. If you like it, please review! And as always, I don't own anything, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Its summer when you see him last. The world as you know it is shattered. Everyone's hurt. They're bruised and battered. They've just lost the single most powerful force on the planet, and now, he is the only one who can make it right. You're yearning to talk to him, yet you dare not go. But then you summon up your strength and walk over to him.
He utters the words, and you crumble. The words you always knew were coming echo through the air, lingering for just long enough for them to slowly embed themselves in your mind. They stay long enough to poison your thoughts, to mock you snidely. You push that away and instead look into his eyes, but he's already looked down in despair. You silently reassure him that you understand. You know you have to accept his decision, and deep down you knew he would leave you, but that it would be through no desire of his own.
He reluctantly walks away, and you fall to the ground. You'll see him again, and that much you know. Will things be the same, though? Or will they have changed? You'll see him again; that much you hope. But his hope is fading. It's all up to him. He has to do it. Save the world. Get the girl. But will he? Will he save the world? Will he get the girl? And if it does, will it be you he gets? Or some unknown, faceless stranger?
It's all quiet. Then suddenly, it comes.
It hits you.
The realisation crashes into your body and seeps through your veins.
He's gone.