Author's Note: Another one-shot. Enjoy!
He stood at the edge of the cliff, teetering.
Dead. Deaddeaddead. They were all dead.
He felt dead.
The solid ground beneath his feet was starting to look far less appealing than the empty air a step in front of him.
What did it matter, if he incorporated his inner void into his body? At least he'd match for once.
Because there'd been a time when his body didn't reflect the scars he carried on his psyche, and now, each scar seemed to carry some sort of emotion with it- sadness, grief, guilt- that he couldn't really feel.
Personally, he thought his skin looked like some old, scuffed, leather hide.
And he couldn't really feel.
He felt the guilt the most, or at least acknowledged his culpability in their deaths. It was there.
But it had been there for a long time now, and the void was so much stronger.
A gust of wind caused fallen leaves to slither around his feet drily, echoing the hisses of both the dead and the living.
I did it for you.
I followed you.
Why couldn't you save her?
What are you doing? Harry?
"Harry!"
The sound of feet impacting the earth, slipping on the leaves in their hurry.
Ginny.
"Harry, what are you doing out here?"
No answer.
"Harry, why don't you come inside?"
More silence for her, more hisses for him.
"Damn it, Harry!"
She grabs his arm, spinning him around, and, for a second, one glorious, infinite second, he is teetering on that edge again.
In that moment, he doesn't care. He feels himself go off-balance with complete ambivalence, doing nothing to decide between ground and sky.
He doesn't get to.
His arm still in her hands, she yanks him into her, and then he's spinning once again, though his back is away from the cliff this time.
She pushes him, deceptively delicate hands shoving against his chest.
"You've got to stop this, Harry!" She looks a bit wild now, angry red hair whipping in the rising wind.
"Look around you! You've still got everything! Ron, Hermione, me! Voldemort's gone! He's not coming back! He can't hurt you anymore, so why are you doing this?"
She stares at him, out of breath and panting as she comes down from her tirade.
He looks back at her helplessly, hands in the pockets of his leather coat.
Realization dawns on her face.
"Harry," she says, much more gently now, "it won't go away until you say it." She walks forward until she can take his hand, and, wondering who got rid of her emptiness, he stares down into her eyes as she stokes it with her own.
He licks his lips- the most emotion he's shown in months. In a voice that's barely more than a whisper, barely less than the most desperate plea, he says,
"Save me."
She nods, brown eyes serious.
"Of course."
Somebody save me, somebody save me, somebody save me from life
I feel like someone's helped me
I feel like someone's helped me through
Someone has helped me, I feel I need someone like you *
*"Somebody Save Me" by Vanishing Point
Author's Note: This is the produce of a little melancholy thought and a song stuck in my head. Please review?